Waking later the man found himself lying on a rather soft bed. Looking around he found it to be a simple non-decorated grey room. Soon his attention returned inward. Moving slightly he held his hand up to his eye level.
Speaking his thoughts aloud, he moved the hand around, moving his fingers randomly. "Zu'u Loost Aan Joor Kopraan?" With each word another cracking sound was heard, as the fingers moved.
Hearing the door open the man looked over to see a girl in servant attire approach. Seeing his head move the girls smile brightened slightly. "Oh you're awake."
"Kolos Am Dii?" the man questioned her. His only answer was a tilt of the head and her eyes showing more concern. Not gaining the reaction he wished, the man attempted to change languages. "Where... I." He managed to say the words though it was clear he struggled to say anything.
The girl was still confused, but could at least understand what was said. Her confusion came from the fact that the man spoke the words as they were several hundred years ago.
"You're in a wing of the Royal Palace."
Nodding his head slightly the man pointed at the maid. "Wo Hi?"
Although the words were lost to the maid the meaning was not. "I'm Serena," Motioning towards the man she continued. "And you are?"
"Zu'u Drog Velixare" Was the immediate response from the man.
Pointing at the man, Serena repeated the word, "Velixare? Is that it?" She received a nod from the man. As the man attempted to rise from the bed, he stumbled slightly, causing the maid to rush to his side. "You shouldn't be up yet. You had a bad fall today sir."
Not sure what the maid was talking about, he allowed himself to be pushed back onto the bed. Closing his eyes shortly, he opened them to find that the twin moons had risen. Holding in a yawn, the man rose from the bed. Though he did not stumble this time, he found his found his body stiff, and difficult to move. "Daar Slen Sahlo." Noticing a window in the corner he approached it, curious as to his new form. In the mirror he found a stranger. His face was angular, as if stretched slightly, or if one had starved for a long period of time. His left eye was a bright yellow, and his right a dark blue. His hair was stark white, and long enough to reach his lower back. His body was an average build roughly five feet 9 inches tall. His skin was stark white, as if it had been years underground. In general he believed it was close to his original form, but was uncertain.
Walking to the window, he looked at the countryside. The land looked to fertile to be Skyrim, possibly Cyrodiil? No, if that's where this was then a large river should be going through the land. He remained standing there for most of the night observing the land, and attempted to discover his location. When the sun rose, Velixare greeted it in the same place he had welcomed the moon.
After looking for any landmarks, and failing at it rather well, Velixare took to reacquainting himself with a living body. Several times during the night, he had forgotten to breath. In addition he had felt a pain around his stomach start to grow, Hunger, if he was guessing right. As far as the man could tell, having a mortal body was much more irritating than he recalled. Granted those memories were ones he often had difficulty remembering.
Before long he heard the door behind him open, likely the maid returning to check on him.
"How are you fairing?" The voice was not that of the maid, but of one he faintly remembered. Turning around, he found the girl who had somehow returned him to the mortal plane. Now he was able to get a clear view of her, and he was torn between amusement or confusion. The girl had purple hair. Purple hair?
"Ko Bormah Voth Daar Lein?" the man said, holding his head with his hands. Unknown to him the girl walked up to stand right in-front. A small frown had graced her features as she listened to him talk.
"I can't understand you." Taking out her wand, she muttered a few words and touched his head. A bright light shone from the end of the wand, engulfing the man. "There can you understand me now?"
Looking up at the wand the man spoke. "What did you do?" After registering his words he looked cautiously at her. "Interesting. You allowed me to speak Tamrielic."
Tilting her head slightly, "Tamrielic?" she questioned his use of the word.
"It's the word we gave for the language commonly used across the continent." He answered bluntly. Rubbing his throat slightly, he found his vocal cords were strained by the language.
Although she didn't know who the *we* was she nodded all the same.
Looking at her in greater detail, the man found another emotion, desire. The girl had blemish free, slightly tanned, heart shaped face. Beside the hair, her most obvious feature was the, large assets, hanging in view, covered by a pure white dress.
Almost acting on his feelings, Velixare was broken from his trance when he looked into her eyes. Within the eyes he saw only concern and kindness. Even he couldn't ruin something so rare, or could he. As the thought lingered, he found the reason for him not to was less emotional and more logical. If he was to act now, it would likely cause any nearby to be alerted. Despite his former power, Velixare was uncertain of his current bodies limits.
Taking several deep breathes, he noticed the girl watching him, the concern clear on her face. Shaking his head slightly he attempted to regain a sense of control. "I never did recieve your name miss…"
Picking up his intention she finished his sentence. "Henrietta, Henrietta de Tristain." She gave a courtesy towards the man.
Playing along the man bowed low to Henrietta, "Velixare. No surname. A traveler from a far removed land."
Raising an eyebrow Henrietta studied the man. Both knew his words to be a lie, but she did not want to directly challenge him on it. "A traveler you say, and where pray tell is this land?" Implying worked just as well in this case.
It was only an instant, but Henrietta would swear she a deep sadness in the man's eyes. As quick as it was seen, it was gone, once more replaced with the neutral indifference, he had held from the start.
"It is a land long since lost to me. Lost to all likely." Although he didn't change, one could tell the man was lost in thought, likely remembering times long past.
Henrietta allowed the man his time, only speaking after the pause would be considered awkward . "Did it fall from the sky?"
It took a moment for the man to register the words. "Pardon?"
"Your land. Did the windstones fail and the land returned to the ground." she explained.
Having enough of the game, Velixare simply observed his companion. "No. My original home was simply lost to time. Cyrodill the center of the Empire and home to the Imperial City." Sighing slightly the man continued. "Tell me Henrietta. Why did you summon me?"