She stared out at the purple sky, watching the crystal stars blink against it. The moon was full tonight – although part of it was blocked by the mountain across the cool lake. She took a deep breath and inhaled the sweet smell of the late spring flowers. When her breath was let out, her shoulders released their tension, and her jaw unclenched. Wisps of breezes brushed against her fur and gently swayed the tall, dark green grass. Her shoulders adjusted to better fit the soft ground underneath her. The only sounds her ears picked up were the light slapping of lake waves at the base of the hill and the chirping of nocturnal birds in the pine trees. Her pale blue eyes shut and opened again.
It was a calm and peaceful night. She hadn't been able to relax like this in months. No, she thought, a year. At least, that was what it felt like. She wasn't sure exactly how long it had been since she first came to Skyrim and she hadn't really been keeping track. She had been a bit preoccupied.
The Khajiit scoffed at the thought. She still couldn't believe that she let herself tag along with that…Dragonborn, or whatever people call him, for so long. However, as she pondered, she loved going on adventures and – she admitted only to herself – she didn't want to travel alone. It was nice having someone on her side, helping her raid dungeons and travel to the different towns. It was one of the best feelings in the world; she didn't have to sit alone in the snow watching the fire of her camp. She had someone to share her experiences with, instead of telling them to strangers. The only time she did have a partner with her, other than the Dragonborn, was when she didn't kill this man named Cicero, and a few days later he asked if he could travel with her. The man was insane, but she still liked having someone to talk to. However, when the Dragonborn showed up, Cicero didn't like him so he decided to head back to the Dawnstar Sanctuary. She never figured out why he didn't like Eirik.
She wondered where Eirik was at that moment. After they had defeated Alduin, the World Eater, he wanted to part ways and go home to Kynesgrove. He said that he would still help people out in Skyrim, but he missed his family. He also told her that they may meet again. 'May' was the key word. She sighed and went back in her house to get some sleep.
I
He ran across the deck, holding his arm over his head. It didn't do anything, since the hard rain dripped past his arm. He finally reached the door to the legate's cabin. The Breton gripped the steel handle and quickly went inside. He heard the rain hit against the wood of the ship and the raging ocean.
The legate stared at the soaked man. He cleared his throat. "Sir, the soldiers have spotted something.
Something dangerous," he told his superior.
The legate responded, "Spit it out, lad."
"It's a dragon, moving in from the west."
The legate stood straight up. "You're sure?" he asked quickly.
"Positive – the lookouts wouldn't send me to you if they didn't know."
"Sound the alarm, and make sure everyone is at their battle stations." The young man nodded and left.
In minutes every soldier on the boat was out holding bows, or below readying the cannons. The piercing, massive roar rumbled every splinter of wood. Lightning struck, giving them a glimpse of the mass moving towards them. "Divines help us," the man whispered.
And that was all the young Breton could remember, before he woke up on unknown shores.
