moon-and-star:

About Amelia returning to High Rock? *She smiled sadly, then nodded.* Yes, she sent a letter by courier. I knew I wouldn’t be seeing her for a while because of her trip with Enolin, but… not this long. I miss her even more now, and it makes me sick to my stomach to think I might not see her again ever. I wish I’d gotten to hug her before she left to Markarth, I might have lost my last chance…

I know. I wish I could have known how long she would be gone when… When I said goodbye. I assumed she would be back in a few days, not… Well. You know. And now… /She pinched the bridge of her nose, taking a deep breath and willing herself not to get teary eyed./ My apologies, I should be more composed. I suppose I am not taking this as well as I would like to.

moon-and-star:

*She scratches at her neck, trying to look at her without seeming too awkward even as she attempted to avoid direct eye contact. She tucked her dagger into her boot where it stayed and rose to her feet, still definitely short enough to have to tilt her head back to look at her.* Mm, she treats me very nice, she’s one of my closest friends now. And she would agree, she seemed very enthusiastic about my progress.

/She shifted from foot to foot, swallowing dryly. The sheer awkwardness felt palpable, and her nerves weren’t helping matters./ Yes, of course. /She coughed, squeezing her eyes shut for a moment./ I, erm, assume you have heard the news, then…?

moon-and-star:

*Her welcoming and curious expression faltered a bit, her ears lowering a fraction and betraying her reaction when she realized who the womer must be.* … Ah. You must be Akhrin, then…? *She smiles weakly.* You’re as gorgeous as she claims. More so, maybe.

/She smiled nervously, fidgeting with her hands/ I am she. I, um… Thank you. /Ducking her head, she looked up at the other mer hesitantly/ I could say the same of you. She thinks of you very fondly, I can tell. And you are quite the apprentice, from what I hear.

… I have never even talked to tol brute. I have a feeling an Altmer like me would not exactly be well met in his court, dear anon.

Tell me who you ship me with and I’ll kiss them!

(Source: thenightswing)

Goodbye, Amelia

dwemeronthemind:

Wordy is a babe. (◡‿◡✿)

It’s mating season.

ask-alduin:

the-dragon-priestess:

you were saying))

/Alduin sputters incoherently for a moment/

….perhaps I was too hasty with trying to devour fin Lein. 

damn straight))

(Source: dwemer-mzelef)

morphememacrame:

((wordy is trying not to be horrible and wolf-whistle at you

but dang))

you were saying))

(Source: dwemer-mzelef)