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Kestreth snuffled the covers with her tawny, straight nose. Light streamed in through the intertwined fingers of live wood and deep auburn foliage. The mer creased her lids against the bright morning kiss, thumbing the woven sheets between delicate hands. A small breath passed from her nose, warm with content.
And then something hard dropped down on top of her, across her middle, pressing the bone of her knees together. The dark brow pushed together and yet darker eyes opened against the light in tired protest.
Another sap-skinned elf smiled down at her affectionately from his bony, living perch, eyes bright, arms folded, legs crossed over effeminately. The pleased glint in his eyes irked the former sleeper.
Kestreth pushed on her brother's side with a false little glower. "Get off!" The male raised a mock-dignified eyebrow, continuing to smile at her from where he sat. "It's early, Anathran," Kestreth grumbled in a sweet, sleepy tenor, doing her best to roll back into her former somni
The Grey - IXGuillem hesitated outside the penumbral mouth of the cave, tilting his head this way and that as he looked for any sign of activity. The sheer darkness put him off a little, but he fondled the oil-soaked torch at his belt, considering his next move. The marsh was eerily silent, not even insect sounds permeated the stagnant hush. The shifting of Guillem's weight from one leg to the other rustled some dead twigs, the small noise seeming extremely loud in the pocket of quiet.
The Imperial let out a thoughtful suspiration, checking the area around the entrance. A damp mist wove between his feet, masking the ground above the wetter areas of marshland. There was no sign of recent movement around the cave, though the environment itself was near perfect for the foul creatures. The cave was without any light, not even the odd brazier smouldered in the entrance, as was sometimes typical where small covens were involved. The surrounding swampy area provided much cover, and had made the cave diffi
The Grey - VIIISeveral more weeks passed by, and Guillem found that Skyrim seemed to have no end of trouble with the undead. Thankfully, Daedra were few and far between, but reanimated corpses appeared at almost every turn. Vampires too were a rarity, though he had faced more than his fair share since his arrival in Skyrim.
His business with the College was a boon to both parties. The mages were well-stocked on the fouler ingredients that found use in alchemy vampire dust, bonemeal, Daedra hearts, and the like and as a result, Guillem had a safe place to rest every now and again, before moving on to other holds to continue his work.
He had become accustomed to the stability the College provided his routine, though he knew hardly any of its faculty by name. Aside from honouring their arrangement, he did not converse much with the mages, and they paid him little heed. It came as something of a surprise, then, when he found himself in the Arch-Mage's company one evening in First Seed.
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