Glaci: Yay! I got my first chapter up! I hope you like it! ^~^
Isolde breathed deeply when the door to the frozen, icy tundra opened. A College associate returning from their studies walked in drowsily, and shuffled up the stairs. Isolde released her breath, having savored its chill until she could hold it in no longer. She resumed reading one of the several dozen books she checked out from the College's library earlier that day, canceling all her classes for the day to read them.
"What secrets do you hold?" She dared to whisper, stroking the space between the adjacent pages. Isolde immediately scolded herself by flicking her wrist twice. She was the College's newest member and had not quite gotten used to living in such close quarters with these grouchy mages. It also didn't help that the rooms had no doors and the squeaking of a mouse could echo through the entire spire after dusk.
She sighed and closed her book, setting it gently on the diminishing pile of unread tomes. She knew it was not wise to stay up this late reading when she had her first classes in the mornings, which she'd already weaseled her way out of the once before. To tell the truth, Isolde didn't come to the College to learn magic; She'd been far more entranced by the grand library and all the knowledge it contained.
Isolde slid herself under the fine sheets of her twin bed as slowly and silently as possible, lest she make more troublesome noises. She laid awake for several hours, a terrible insomniac, thinking of everything she had learned that day from her readings. Every night she writhed, her mind craving more knowledge.
"You don't expect me to believe that," Perdita snickered, "do you, Brynjolf?" She fiddled with a lexicon, grinning sarcastically. "Someone actually bought one of those red elixirs? What did you call them again… Falmer blood elixirs! Ha!"
"I have to admit," Vex chimed in from where she leaned against the wall, "That's pretty unusual. Whoever it was must have been a complete idiot."
"Now wait just a moment," Brynjolf directed mostly at Perdita, "This lass was from the College of Winterhold. She said she was in town to pick up a book before beginning her studies. I think the title of it mentioned something about the Dwemer."
"The Dwemer?" Perdita and Vex asked in unison.
"Yes," Brynjolf was thankful they were no longer looking at him like he was mad. "Had nearly a dozen books with her, now that I think about it! And skin white as High Hrothgar snow. It was almost blue."
"Not a Nord?" Perdita was squinting at him intently, "Or a High Elf? Bosmer, perhaps? Bretton?"
"No idea, lass," Brynjolf confessed, "I sold her the elixir and she went to catch a wagon to Winterhold. I would have liked to talk to her for a bit, though. Skin as white as snow," He repeated.
"What color was her hair?" Perdita tried not to sound interested, though Vex glanced her way.
"White, as well," Brynjolf raised his eyebrows, "Touches of blue and purple. You don't think she could be… No, Perdita."
"But what if she is!" Perdita stood up and began pacing. "I know you think I'm a complete fool for believing this! I'm going to Winterhold to find out, though," She halted and grabbed her pack from where it was hung on her chair. "This is the only lead I have to the Eyes! I need a Falmer!"
"She's not a Falmer," Vex glowered sternly.
"Oh, how would you know?" Perdita defended, "You hadn't even seen her! Brynjolf, I'll be back in a week with the girl, tell Mercer please." Perdita ran out of the Cistern before Brynjolf or Vex could stop her.
Glaci: Yay! I know it's short, but I just wanted to get something out there! Review please!