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Post by Niitari on Oct 10, 2014 13:17:16 GMT -6
Mostly in The Reach. Flows north from the Jerall Mountains, passes east of Markarth and flows through Karthwasten, Dragon Bridge and beneath the great arch of Solitude. |
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Post by Mania on Nov 26, 2014 1:44:47 GMT -6
Vaynrileth was quite happy that the snow wouldn't be following them too far down south. She really didn't like the cold. Of course Skyrim is the coldest place in all of Tamriel, but she couldn't really help where she lived too much. There were plenty of things that kept her satisfied with this freezing land though. One being a certain undead Dunmer, the others being the rich history of the land and all the vast tombs. There was so much to explore. She hoped they would stumble upon something exciting along the river.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 26, 2014 1:46:52 GMT -6
Irdrin followed her, keeping close enough for those just in case moments but at a distance so as not to be smothering her. Everyone needed their personal bubble now and then.
He didn't mind the cold, mostly because he was naturally just cold himself. His breath hardly made any clouds in the air, and despite the icy winds, it hardly phased him. He felt their nip for sure, but not their stab as others might. Others more living than he. Morrowind wasn't so cold as this, he knew, and though he'd never been there in this state or really recalled those memories, he wondered if perhaps he could visit Solstheim. It was close enough to home for him, he supposed. He would never pose it to Vaynrileth of course. Didn't want to burden her at all.
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Post by Mania on Nov 26, 2014 1:47:26 GMT -6
She couldn't get away from the cold fast enough. She refused to shiver even a little, so she cast a flame spell and held the magic fueled flame close for warmth. She didn't realize it until now, but she had been humming for quite a while. She made a face and looked around embarrassed.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 26, 2014 1:50:28 GMT -6
Irdrin noticed she stopped humming, and the quiet of the forest descended on them, interrupted only by the cry of a hawk and the babbling of the river. "What song was that?" he asked.
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Post by Mania on Nov 26, 2014 1:52:35 GMT -6
"Oh, it's just something my....-the store owner before me, used to always hum. It doesn't really have a name, but he told me it was rather old and just got passed on by ear without needing a name to be remembered," she explained. She almost called the store owner before her 'father'. He was a father of sorts to her, but she didn't like to use family terms to describe those dear to her. The ones who she refered to as family ruined the words for her. "Do you know any songs?" she asked.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 26, 2014 1:55:06 GMT -6
Irdrin was about to say no, but the mention of songs he knew seemed to bring back memories of broken tunes and half-sung songs. "A few, I think," he replied, trying to sort the rush of music. He shook his head and looked back up at Vaynrileth.
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Post by Mania on Nov 26, 2014 1:56:11 GMT -6
She looked at him with a light in her eyes before looking back in front of her to the shores along the Karth. It always made her happy to hear that he remembered somthing. "I think it just strange how fixated people have become with names. You don't need to have a name for something to know what it is, or to remember it. A name is just a word. They're such confining things anyway. People seem to be forgetting what's important about the thing or living being behind the word. At least, that's what observation has brought me to believe now." She was curious about his opinion on the matter, but she was usually curious about any of his opinions or thoughts.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 26, 2014 2:00:14 GMT -6
He too looked at the river, not really sure why it had drawn her attention as his appreciation for beauty, though not dead, had dwindled after returning to life. Perhaps the animal side of reanimation and its devices. "A name defines who we are. it is our identity wether we like it or not."
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Post by Mania on Nov 26, 2014 2:00:49 GMT -6
"Are you just a name then, are you just Irdrin?" she asked him as she watched the river with interest.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 26, 2014 2:02:56 GMT -6
"I am now," he replied. "Irdrin is me and I am Irdrin. It defines me, my actions, my past and my future. Nothing exists without this name."
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Post by Mania on Nov 26, 2014 2:04:03 GMT -6
She tried to hide how his sadening reply upset her. "So you think that your name defines all things that you've done and how you've affected the world?" she tried to keep her voice at a normal tone as she asked him this, but it was a little harder than she thought. "How can nothing exist without a name? If this river had a different name, or even no name, would it change the fact that it is a river that has existed for hundreds if not thousands of years, or that it a place where people and animals can find fish in as a food source, or that it is a habitat for many plants and other creatures?" she asked, this time looking at Indrin.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 26, 2014 2:04:18 GMT -6
He felt conflicted about his response, not sure where to draw his reply from based on experiences and ideals with which he would form his connections. He automatically wanted to answer her questions with "yes", but the phrasing of her question made it hard to provide a simple answer. "A river is a river. That is its name. It is not the word itself, but the spirit behind the word that makes a river as defined as Irdrin defines me. It tells what I am, as the river defines what the river is."
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Post by Mania on Nov 26, 2014 2:04:48 GMT -6
"Then your spirit is what defines you, not merely your name." She said it in a way that wasn't a statement, but also wasn't quite a question.
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Post by Niitari on Nov 26, 2014 2:04:56 GMT -6
After a minute of struggling to express what couldn't be, he half-heartedly gave up. "I can't explain what I do not fully know, my lady," he said lowly.
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