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Post by Niitari on Nov 3, 2014 23:55:41 GMT -6
The great bridge that arches across the Karth river. When going through the bridge, a giant statue of a dragon head can be seen in the middle, hence the name. From there, Solitude is visible as towers in the distance. |
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Post by Mania on Nov 3, 2014 23:57:06 GMT -6
Since they left Solitude Vaynrileth had noticed Irdrin was a little different. It was hard to tell what all went through his mind and what he felt, but there was definitely a good different going on. Even if it was just a little, he seemed to be more alive-by undead standards of course. Along the road to the Dragon Bridge, she had almost forgotten her sour mood that she had been in since the start of the month. She loathed Morning Star. It certainly didn't help that the cult of Meridia was located not far from here. She hoped that none of the members would be around the Dragon Bridge settlement. They sometimes came down here for suplies. "Of course they wouldn't. Not at this time of the month," she muttered under her breath as they approached the start of the bridge. "There should be plenty of blue mountain flowers down along the banks of the Karth river," she informed Irdrin. "Fastest way down is to just climb down the rocks by the bridge." Luckily she had remembered to wear breaches instead of skirts today. They certainly would have made for a more challenging climb.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 3, 2014 23:58:59 GMT -6
Irdrin had indeed been in a lighter mood. The familiar feel of the wind through his hair; the wild forest scents all around him; seeing the stars above and the creeping, crawling insects below; the northern lights filling the night sky; the twin moons gleaming down in all their radiance; the lack of roofs and city smells and bustling people: here it was all pure and wild life.
Her words ripped him away from the silent meditation of his, and he blinked at her before fully understanding what it was she had said. "Right, my lady," he said.
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Post by Mania on Nov 4, 2014 0:00:00 GMT -6
She carefully started down the cool rocks, facing the rocks as she sidled and reached for hand and foot holds. It was not mountain climb, but it still was exhilarating to her. Heights had never really frightened her. She could think of many things that were much scarier. When she was closer to the ground and no longer had to cling to the side of the large rocks she hopped downward from one rock to the next. Finally her boots met the gritty ground of the bank.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 4, 2014 0:07:28 GMT -6
Irdrin watched her descend, wondering vaguely what it would be like to just jump down. Break every bone in his body. Kill himself. He shuddered from the cold, or maybe at his morbid realization of what a stupid move would cause. He followed her footsteps, swinging himself around to face the rocks before slowly making his descent, being careful not to loose his footing or handholds on the ice-slick stone. He eventually reached the bottom and hopped down the last five feet.
He turned and looked around, admiring the tall rock faces and the magnificent bridge that spanned the great distance. It seemed so much more powerful from down here where he was the size of a shriveled insect. He turned his attention back to Vaynrileth, with enough intensity that you had to wonder if he expected her to burst into flames or something.
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Post by Mania on Nov 4, 2014 0:08:48 GMT -6
She was about to walk towards one of the large patches of flowers when she noticed how intently he was staring at her and stopped in her tracks. She stared back at him with a mixed look of confusion and concern. "...yes?" He was starting to worry her, well, worry her more than he usually did.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 4, 2014 0:13:30 GMT -6
"I was wondering what you were thinking," he replied, averting his gaze to a misshapen snowberry bush. He hadn't the will to ask her such personal things aloud, no matter their trivium. But that was a side effect and not a lack of personality. Well, lack of personality was the side effect... oh never mind. Irdrin then looked back at her, head tilted down in a way he had to look up at her somewhat.
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Post by Mania on Nov 4, 2014 0:14:15 GMT -6
"Well, a lot of things. I'm always thinking about a lot of things though," she frowned a little at how vague she was being. "I was thinking about how close the cult of Meridia was to here, but realized the wouldn't be away from the shrine at this time of the month since it is near her summoning day." As she talked she walked towards the blue flowers. "Also about how nice it is to be away from the city. Everything is just much realer out here." A purple light filled her right hand as she cast a bound dagger spell. She crouched and cut the stems of the flowers. Bound weapons really helped cut down on carrying weight. She was quite a fan of them. "What are you thinking?" she asked in return. She often wondered what went through his mind.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 4, 2014 0:14:57 GMT -6
He listened to her words intently, watching her every move, noting the way her face moved when she spoke, the expression of her eyes and the soft arches and narrows of her mouth as she formed words. She seemed so intriguing to him, for perhaps the only reason that he wanted to understand her more. He had a hard time understanding her, or anyone else for that matter. The different parts of emotions and personalities were all so confusing. He understood himself rather well, for he was his own person if a little bit. "Just..." he paused and looked back up at the bridge. "How big everything is," he answered, which was a little vague in its own way, but it was true.
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Post by Mania on Nov 4, 2014 0:15:40 GMT -6
"It is, isn't it," she agreed as she looked up from her cutting to just take in how small they seemed. "Even now we are only scratching the surface of the many layers of the world. There are still so many things unknown. Many things that we will never be able to fully grasp." She looked back at Indrin. "Do you know of Hermaeus Mora?" she asked. She knew most Dunmer were at least familiar with the Daedra Princes even if they did not worship them themselves, but she couldn't guess who Indrin might have worshiped or at least know about.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 4, 2014 0:17:14 GMT -6
He nodded. "Indeed. I... recall who he is," he replied, turning his focus back on her as she addressed him now. Even her earlier quote struck him as something a follower of Hermaeus Mora would say. It had that quality of seeking to understand what was beyond most mortals' grasps. A fierce wind blew through the ravine, and he blinked his eyes against it. "What about him?"
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Post by Mania on Nov 4, 2014 0:17:45 GMT -6
"I fear that upon my passing I will become just another spirit wandering through his realm of Apocrypha in search of the knowledge I could not find while alive," she confessed. While she did wish to understand the world, there was a specific matter that she was afraid she wouldn't live to discover. She wasn't sure how much of her rigorous studies and research he was aware of.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 4, 2014 0:19:25 GMT -6
He was more observant than she expected, though not so much he knew all her tantalizing secrets. Her words made him feel a sadness for her, a sadness only because of the hollow way in which she spoke them. "Perhaps then you will learn what you could not find here," he said, "then maybe it will not be such a terrible thing."
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Post by Mania on Nov 4, 2014 0:21:01 GMT -6
"I suppose I can't find out until I'm there whether just learning what I sought is all I need to be happy, or if it will only crush me since it serves me no use if I'm dead too," she sighed a little. "It certainly wouldn't be of any help for you," she spoke a little quietly.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 4, 2014 0:35:06 GMT -6
He didn't hear the last part, but he saw her mouth move in speech. He decided not to press, as if she wanted him to hear, she would have made it a little more obvious, or perhaps sent some sign that he ought to ask her further. Instead, he recalled their purpose here, as the movement of a flower swaying in the wind caught his alert attention. he crossed over to the patch of flowers, unsheathed his steel dagger, and slowly cut away at the stems.
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