The night settled among the pines as the smoke of the thin wood pipe rose up into the cold air. A sigh escaped the mer, expelling smoke from her thin grey lips. The screams and cries still rang within Thraele's ears even after two fortnights had passed. There was no time to think or plan what the next course of action would be. Alduin had returned. She had called him to her. Turned his head to reap destruction on Helgan. Filled his nostrils with the scent of burning flesh and white ash. It had begun. The World Eater was here.
Thraele put her lips to the pipe and took one last drag of the sweet mixture and blew it out into the cold air of Windhelm. Throwing some snow on the bowl to snuff it, she headed back into her chamber leaving a pile of clothes in her wake. Donning a worn chemise, she lay herself back onto the bed. Her grey eyelids flitted closed as she fell into a slow and uncomfortable sleep.
Note *Edit*
This isn't going to be 100% to the books, but I only bend it a little. Let me know what you guys think. I'm open to all types of criticism!
(Also I edit the crap out of some of these chapters just so that I can make them flow better. If you catch something pm me because I would like to make sure that it makes sense. Thank you!)