Disclaimer: I do not own Skyrim, and would like to thank the creators for making something awesome.
Morning's Gem
As cold, frothy waves lapped at the pebbly shore, the Dragonborn inhaled deeply. She could feel the sharpness of the frozen winter air as it rushed through her nose, and into her lungs. Exhaling, she opened sky-blue eyes to take in the cold, gray morning over the ocean. At her back were tall mountains, jagged teeth of rock, encrusted with dry, powdery snow. Beneath her feet she could feel the smooth pebbles sapping the warmth from her, slowly draining away her inner fire.
With a swish of long, brown hair she turned to face to the high, clear sound erupting from one of the stunted trees nearby. It's a bird. She cocked her head curiously, listening to the melodious notes flowing from a hidden beak. With a flutter of wings, a small creature flicked from the dark recesses of the branches to a sun-touched tip of a wooden perch. The girl's breath caught in her throat. It wasn't a bird, it was a living gem.
Beautiful, sapphire-blue feathers were spread across its back in a downy cape. A ruddy orange had been brushed onto the chest, and fell into a pale tawny color towards the tail. The short bill and slim legs were a glossy, polished black. Bright obsidian eyes surveyed the beginnings of morning. The bird's feathers shimmered in the golden sunlight, as if the dull colors of the shore had pressed any color they possessed into that fist-sized bird.
The girl watched the bird call for the waking of the world for a while longer. Yet the bird decided to fly off and find a new tree to sing from after some time.
By this point, the sun had renewed some of the color in the land. The sea was blue, the rocks gray, and the trees and grasses green. The Dragonborn turned from the gentle lapping of waves to the silent majesty of the mountains. Might as well. It took all day of steep, rugged hiking to reach the other side. Yet whenever she thought of that little sapphire bird, she smiled and pressed on.