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Post by Niitari on Nov 3, 2014 16:29:45 GMT -6
There are two roads in Whiterun. One is a small road that runs between the houses to the blacksmith. The other runs through the town leading to the larger city of Whiterun. |
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Post by Mania on Nov 10, 2014 23:06:41 GMT -6
Rijja left the inn with Hjortr and was immediately greeted by the cold air. She soon shivered and tried to huddle more into her fur cloak. "The inn was so warm I almost forgot it was winter," she complained to her companion. She really did not like the winter and wasn't nearly as suited for the cold as the nord. "I believe we need to add more winter gear for myself to our list," she decided aloud as she held up another finger to the list on her fingers.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 11, 2014 0:21:10 GMT -6
Hjortr tugged his fur collar tighter round his neck. "You and your silly Southern blood. Haven't you thickened out by now?" He was merely teasing. Even as he said that, he pulled his cape off and dropped it on her head. His coat and armor would keep him warm enough. He was Nord after all. He headed off for the Riverwood trader, his heavy boots thunking on the hard packed ground now speckled with snow.
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Post by Mania on Nov 11, 2014 0:48:32 GMT -6
She stuck out her tongue at him before being swallowed up by his cape that was too large for her. She stopped in her tracks to try to better adjust the large cape on her before hurrying after Hjortr who had longer strides. She tilted her head back slightly in a prideful manner."Come summer and your silly Northern blood won't be of any use. You'll be sweating so much it'll be like the spring mountain snow has melted and flooded the rivers. Only it certainly won't smell nearly as lovely," she crinkled her nose at the thought of the smell of his sweat. Nords could be so smelly. Of course she didn't exactly smell of perfume and flowers either, but her scent was merely a sort of wildness, not a rank bodily scent as she did not sweat nearly as much as Nords were able to.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 13, 2014 1:40:34 GMT -6
"Well then," he called over his shoulder, "I suppose I'm lucky that our summers are just the bare amount to melt the frost and make grass pop up." But he was grinning in good humor at her pleasant descriptions of a sweaty Nord smell. It was quite an accurate description, now that he thought about it. He burst out laughing and shook his head. "You never were one for subtleties." He pushed open the door to the trader's, and held it open for her.
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