Post by adrielle mede . on Nov 25, 2012 12:33:25 GMT -8
i know that my previous love is a puddle compared to the sea
There was nothing in her trunk of dresses that she wanted to wear. It was far too cold in Skyrim for her favorite blue dress, she could have paired it with a cloak, but it was so bulky and heavy she would get tired before she even made it to the market. The pink dress was thicker, but it would only get dirty in Solitude’s market. There was absolutely nothing in her trunk that was suitable for investigating the market of Skyrim’s freezing capitol. She knew of course why she was there. Adrielle may not have been the brightest member of the Mede family, but being sent to the frozen tundra of nothing that was Skyrim to help one of her grandfather’s cousins whom she had never met plan her wedding was the most ridiculous disguise that Adrielle had ever heard. Her grandfather had every intention that his grandaughter would marry one of Skyrim's nobles and strengthen ties with the Nord’s homeland. She had yet to find anyone who held her interest of course. She just wanted to help Vittoria get married then be back home in the Imperial City. She missed Attrebus and Thowen and the Cyrodiil and she just wanted to go home. She had written her older brother seventeen times that week begging that he speak to their Grandfather on her behalf, but he had never been as easily swayed by Att has he had been Adrielle. Frustrated with the lack of appropriate attire in her own trunk she slammed the lid shut and searched the closet in her little room to find something. The clothing options of Skyrim were no where near as lovely as those of Cyrodiil. They were all fur an heavy and drab. Either Nords were color blind or they were frightened by style. Green and brown should not be worn together. Brown was hardly attractive enough to be called a color at all. The only good thing about brown was that it did not show dirt on the hem as well as other colors. She sighed as she picked out one of the drab outfits. It was awful with fur on top randomly and a belt that did really nothing other than look nice. She tugged on a pair of boots and the awful excuse of clothing and then paused to adjust her hair over the large fur collar. Who in their right mind found this type of clothing attractive? She felt like she were wearing a bear pelt. Though she supposed the collar may very well have been bear. Ugh. What a fantastic start to her day. Now she was going to leave the Vicci house and go out amongst the Nords. She thought her day was already at rock bottom, but it could only possibly get worse. It was a nice enough day. Cold of course, but it was Skyrim. There was nothing except for cold weather there. The sky was clear and the sun was out. The birds flew from one building to another, chirping loudly as they flitted about. Their shadows on the pavement made her think of dragons for some reason. She had heard the rumors as had everyone else, about Dragons returning to Skyrim. It was an exciting thought. The old Emperors were said to be dragonborn. She liked stories of dragons, because many of the dragon tales involved princesses being rescued by their prince. She doubted that real dragons kidnapped princesses to hide them in towers waiting for a prince to rescue them, but she could hope couldn’t she? Then Att would come to Skyrim to visit her and fight dragons and rescue a girl and they would be happy together, and she would have a sister. Of course if he did find a princess in a tower being held captive by a dragon, she would probably be a Nord. She supposed that would be fine. Then she would have less pressure to marry a Skyrim native. Though she could not imagine their grandfather would approve of the future emperors of Skyrim being half Nord. It was probably for the best that Att did not rescue a princess in Skyrim. She would have to write and tell him to stay in the Imperial City no matter how he would be tempted to come fight the dragons. She was startled from her imagination when she found herself running directly into someone larger than she was. It was hardly difficult to be larger than the young Imperial girl. She stumbled back a step, and for the first time in a long time did not worry about getting her dress dirty. It was a terrible monstrosity of fabric as it was. However, the god and ruby circlet that was her constant accessory was knocked askew as she fell back. ”Watch It!” She snapped up at the offending person, straightening her circlet. ”You need to pay more attention. You could hurt someone.” She was completely ignoring the fact that it was she who had not been paying attention. But in the life of Adrielle Mede, the fault always rested with someone else. She was faultless, and they were in her way. Such a transgression on her personal space would not be tolerated. | [atrb=border,0,true]  |
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