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kvatchingThe mists are parting, slowly. Ysobel's thoughts lie strewn like Frostfall leaves, unmoored in time, memories skittering by as though windblown, and she can't decide if she's in bed at her father's estate or at Arcane University, or anywhere in the intervening years—no, that's wrong. She's on the road, hiking through the wilds of Skyrim.
This doesn't feel like a bedroll. She opens her eyes, forces them to focus. That's a ceiling, and not in some Ayelid ruin or Nord barrow, either. Neither are well-supplied with beds, in her experience. They run more towards stone slabs.
"Mmph." Ysobel's had plenty of practice forcing herself to her feet when she'd rather stay sprawled on the ground until she's being introduced to Arkay, so she pushes herself upright, ignoring the rush of blood to her head as it darkens her vision. It'll pass. "Nothing is ever easy," she grumbles.
This doesn't feel like a bedroll. She opens her eyes, forces them to focus. That's a ceiling, and not in some Ayelid ruin or Nord barrow, either. Neither are well-supplied with beds, in her experience. They run more towards stone slabs.
"Mmph." Ysobel's had plenty of practice forcing herself to her feet when she'd rather stay sprawled on the ground until she's being introduced to Arkay, so she pushes herself upright, ignoring the rush of blood to her head as it darkens her vision. It'll pass. "Nothing is ever easy," she grumbles.
