The mournful face of the mask added to her skilfulness in persuasion and intimidation people. With primal fear most of them looked upon the downturned mouth and deep lines on its chin and then would bend to her will. Because the furrows of its horrific visage reeked of despair.

She didn't revel, not at all.

And she knew of fears.

For it's clinging to her skin and coalescing to her being.

Fathering terror. And she could be horror by herself.

Behind it – safe.

Because it's whispering and comforting her.

And she could vanquish the fear of water, deep and cold.


My Dovakiin girl even having her houses full of different awesome armour always tries to pull on herself this mask. Pity that it is not so powerful. But the prize) Breathing under water. *Sigh* And it is simply beautiful.