((In the immortal words of Monty Python "I'm not dead!" Yes, it's been a long time, but I've finally got a good story for you. I've recently discovered Skyrim and become absorbed in it, so I took a little moment that happened to my Redguard Aicee a while back, added detail and wrote it up nicely for you all.
It's good to be back.))
On the road leading away from Solitude, silence hung heavy in the air. There was the wind in the trees, and the wild, lonely call of unseen creatures, but that was a natural silence, the silence of old deep forests.
Aicee the Dragonborn trudged quietly along, snow crunching softly under her steel boots. Cool mountain air was crisp in her nose and a bellyful of Evettes best spiced wine warmed her to the roots of her hair. She hummed cheerfully as she strode along the path. She had to admit, life was pretty good. Barely a few weeks ago she'd had her head on the block, now she had a comfortable house in Whiterun, a loyal house-carl and a destiny she'd never known opening up before her.
She sighed in content, lazily swinging her axe as she meandered. Adventure came to her. There was no need to rush.
Soft light fell over her, and she looked up, freezing in her tracks. High above her, waves and ripples of green and blue light shimmered lazily in the sky, staining the snow far, far below it. It was like watching the sea, waves of soft fire washing gently over the sky, shining on her dark skin, gilding her and reflecting off the fine tracery of scars that covered her body. There was nothing like this in Hammerfell, nothing like this at all...
Sudden, deep joy welled up inside her, at her freedom, at her power, at the vast open horizon stretching out ahead of her. Birds took off from the trees as she began to sing.
"Our hero, our hero, claims a warriors heart..."
Aicee was many things, but a singer was not one of them, her voice screeching like a Hagraven with its tail feathers on fire. It continually amused her that the bards college had let her join.
"I tell you, I tell you, the Dragonborn comes!
With a voice wielding power of the ancient Nord art. Believe, believe, the Dragonborn-"
A hiss rattled behind her, and an Ice wraith slithered out of a snow drift. Aicee grinned and raised her axe, a handful of flames kindled with a thought.
Oh yes, this was what she lived for...
