"Knowledge and experience..." She said ruefully, as she shook her head. Who did that human think she was? Was she really not even worthy of using the things that her people had created? She reached out and touched the reflective surface gently. A blue jolt went through her fingertips, and spread throughout the mirror, the surface rippling and moving. She stepped back a bit, and then pressed her hand to it again, it going through easily.
She smiled, and took a deep breath, stepping through the device into the pocket of the Fade which was the In Between. There was a soft rippling feeling against her skin and clothes as she emerged from the other side. The view was the same as the last time she had been here. Pale white sky with many leafless trees stretching up to it, also a mist that seemed to shroud everything. The air was still, nothing moved, no wind blew. It was quiet.
There were other eluvians here that stood amongst the trees. The elf walked through the cobbled paths between, marking in her mind where her mirror lay as she looked at the rest. Her footfalls made the only sound in this place, a soft thud as the leather hit the ground slowly and rhythmically. The Fade felt ridiculously close to her, almost as if it was pressing in at all sides, as if she could just poke her hand through, and be in the land of dreams. She caught sight of her reflection in one of the broken mirrors that she passed, seeing her blank face reflected there. No tattoo, no vallaslin. She had almost forgotten that she had had Solas to remove it. She reached up and touched her face. He was gone now, like the mark. Slave markings, indeed, at least they had bound her to her people...now she felt bereft, more alone than the alone that she was in, walking these ancient paths of her people, feeling a distant homesick, that she didn't even know she had. Like a keen ache deep in her soul.
She watched as there was a bit of a twinkle in the dead mirror on her cheek, and reached up, feeling wetness there. She wiped the tears away, and looked away from her reflection, back towards some of the trees. Most of the mirrors were empty. Just blackness beyond. She wondered how...
Her eyes blurred as she looked unseeingly within the pocket of the Fade as she looked for magic in the area, before she caught a glimpse of some life crackling behind one of the mirrors. She walked there, seeing that this one looked very old, the frame a cracked stone. On top there was an image of a dragon with pointed wings, it's head to the right. She blinked, and looked, not seeing much in the glass, but a mercurial black. She wondered if this one worked.
She tilted her head to the side, and placed her hand on the smooth glass, the anchor on her left hand flaring up. There was a great roar that shook the In Between, as a dragon's maw reached through the eluvian, snapping at her, and dragging her through to the world beyond bodily, her screams echoing in the place, before the mirror became dark again.
The Dragonborn awoke to the bright gleam of the midday Skyrim sun, shining brightly through her bedroom window in Lakeview Manor. Of the few times she had stopped to rest,this was one of the more rare sights in the bleak Skyrim weather normally awash the land.
She rose somberly from her bed,thinking quietly of the tasks she would undertake. She moved to her mirror standing tall in front of it. She examined herself closely. She checked careful for wounds or scars she may have missed during the night. Firstly her torso,"Shoulders look fine no damage, still pale though." she thought. "What Nord isn't?" She quipped to herself. "No change in general torso area, still satisfactory" she noted.
Quickly examining the rest of her tall, lean, frame she found no scars or cuts out of place and began to outfit her dovah armor. As she stepped out of the manor her Bone Reaver sheathed to her left and her Fate bow and dragon-bone arrows clad to her back. The Armor a pale Plate made of bones from slain dragons. Bound by a black leather of dragon skin the armor was as intimidating as it was inspiring. The blade equally so as it was a master crafting and enchanting by the Dragonborn herself. Her bow a Black dwarven Bow found within Kagrumez after completion of three trials. Each uniquely enchanted.
She summoned her hell-stead Arvak. A Dark blue horse of bone and soul-fire, she had gained her horse for freeing a soul from the purgatory-esque soul cairn.
She mounted Arvak and rode to the sound which had awoken her. Far into the distance she could hear the roar of an Elder dragon. The beast had roamed too close for her to ignore and she was not about to decline such a brazen challenge. Kind as she maybe was she was still immortal and sometimes begged a combatant worthy of her. She rode the path from her home up the mountain the dragon had been perching atop when calling words of battle.
She reached the top of the snowy mountain top to find the dragon pulling an elf through some kind of rift one of them had made. She dismounted and Arvak disappeared, as she began to run towards the dragon, her guardian sigil glowing luminously on her right cheek. She pulled her blade now wielded in her right hand, her thunderbolt spell cast in her left. "Joor-Zah-Frul"she shouted. Dragonrend immediately connected, trapping the dragon on the ground.
She leaped atop the dragons back driving the bade in a deep cut across the dragons spine. The dragon released the elf seemingly unharmed other than minor bites. The dragon now enraged at the challenge the Dragonborn posed, turned and snapped its jaws back at the her. She evaded rolling down its wing and cutting under its stomach. Blood now draining from the wounds seemed invisible as the dragons scales matched it in tone. The Dragonborn cast a blue pillar of lightning at the dragon, stunning it briefly. It was enough, the Dragonborn jumped atop the dragons head and brought down bone reaver hard enough to drive it down through the upper jaw, killing it instantaneously.
She leaped down and lifted the elf from the ground, just then beginning to absorb the dragon soul. To her surprise the dragon soul began circling the elf as well as her. She knew her sigil would, but the strange marking on the elf's cheek to began to glow bringing it to the Dragonborn s attention for the first time. The Dragonborn looked closely trying to identify it. She would have many questions later on as she removed her helmet and her smile kind and yet vaguely proud. Her thin face and long red hair accented by her green eyes and naturally crimson lips. These features now freed from the restrictive helm.
"My house is just down the mountain you clearly aren't from around here, so I suspect you'll need a place to stay." She said her voice soothing and sweet only lightly showing her nordic accent. She began to cast a grand healing spell, the bright golden light now circling her, and magically healing the elf's injuries.