SUMMARY – Winterhold's new scholar finds Skyrim so much different from her homeland, but she hasn't seen much of it yet. A simple task turns into the adventure she could have never expected.
NOTE – I've developed the whole plot now and I had to edit previous chaptersPlot will be more around Winterhold questline than I first considered. Since there aren't many chapters yet, I have edited previous chapters and changed them slightly! I think it will work out better that way.
PROLOGUE
The carriage trundled slowly along the snow-cowered path, its several passengers vestured in heavy cloaks, all hooded. The morning sun shone brightly above the forest in the cloudless sky, reflecting from the snow. The day came cold and particularly bright. Three people within the carrier were all tired and frozen from the long way on the road.
"Hmh, not usual weather for here," the carrier mumbled to himself more than to his passengers. No one even gave attention to his words.
A young woman with lucid-blue cloak, a hood nearly covering her eyes, observed the forest, her look blank from tiredness. They were on the road for a long time already – the carriage trudged with the speed of a mammoth. A walking mammoth, she corrected.
She haven't seen this land and the mountains got her fascination. There wasn't anything alike in Cirodiil.
Levoren enjoyed watching the changing landscape. Though it was the end of the winter and snow still capped nearly whole province, the land varied slightly. Cold and mountainous Winterhold was replaced by the plainer Eastmarch, then the mountains in Rift Hold appeared again. She studied the maps in Winterhold to get a better idea of the new land.
Today she saw some rabbits near the road, a few foxes in the woods and – most recently – two corpses in a ditch. She commented on them stunned, but did not get much response, only a brief „hmh" from the carrier. Her fellow-travelers never were too talkative; they haven't spoken a single word since they got in the carriage. But still, was it such daily scenery here?
"Almost there," the carrier enounced, urging on the horse. For the first time probably you are making the animal move faster, Levoren sighed in relief. The first thing she would do in the city - go for a warm drink. She hoped she won't run into any misunderstanding about herbal tea here... She learned that locals Nords drank beverages with degrees only. In Windhelm they brought her spiced berry mead when she asked for the simplest tea. That was why the counterman creased his brows that way when I ordered a drink, she thought smirking. She considered going to the alchemy shop directly this time; she was instantly offered warming tea, when she dropped in to buy some local ingredients in Windhelm.
The carriage rolled through the watchtowers up the small hill, and the walls surrounding Riften finally came into the view. Everyone in the carriage stirred, anxious to leave the carriage at last. It to the stables near the gate and cabman drew the reins, hailing "whoa" and the horse slowed down, shaking its head, until it stopped.
Two of her travel companions, most likely elves, left the cart immediately and wandered away without a word. Levoren stepped down the last one and looked back at the man.
"Farewell!" she waved at the carrier, her breath turned steam as she spoke.
"Eh heh, good-bye girl! Don't get too frozen here," the cabman laughed at her, covering herself firmly with her cloak. She nodded and walked to the city gates. Riften, finally.