It's been a nice shinig -and possibly the first and the last shining day for another six moths- on Skyrim. And all people and animals make sure they have taking in as much as possible... well most of people. A boy could not be more than ten years old, walking on the dark part of the Solitude on the road, which guide him in the thick forest with his dog. The boy is wearing nice white tunic made by from the best Syber Cat post and his black a pointy end boots pulished perfectly, you can actually see your reflection. His face epitome of innocent and beauty; His heart shaped face and his smooth soft features were too perfect to be true even for a Breton. He has short curly hair as dark as abony, his skin looking softer and smoother than snow itself. His somehow chubby cheeks were like spring pink mountain flowers, his full, small lips are rosy pink just like his cheeks. But the most striking part of his face was the eyes. They were almond shaped and big, the most vivid green you can ever see... and the most curious and mischief "and" bored look you can ever seen. His face was perfect, his clothes show his superiouty to pesents just like any other noble men's child but the look and the aura this child has Told you to this... beign older than you. Perheps even more than time itself. This was the common thoughts of everybody in Solitude if they ever saw the boy walking through the pat with his dog as... arguing with him?
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