Azura was working with Seranna while dealing with trying to soothe the Dawnguard because of what had happened with the Vigil of Stendarr when she felt the eyes of the witch back upon her and she drew her bow as the witch tried to kill her with a fire bolt and failed long before she could cast it.
After dealing with the witch, who was not the self same one she had met in Roirkstead, she went back to Riften to tell the Jarl that her mission was done and to send Torvar a letter asking if he could come and escort her back home. All the while, she's been convinced that there is a connection between her and Odaviing to where they feel each other even when they're not in the same area.
And right now, she's living on a prayer that when she gets home she can tell her father about what had happened as best as she could but it was when Torvar arrived that she knew something was wrong. And it was Tilma, the woman who had helped her papa raise her in Jorrvasker. She had died from having her heart so weakened from working too hard and she went home. To Sovengard.
Once back home in Whiterun both Azura and Torvar attended her funeral pyre and the young woman's voice rose in song, with a ballad called White Rose. For both Tilma, Kodlak and her mother.
"I'll tell you a tale/Of which time has no meaning/ When legend and history walked hand in hand/ When the swords of the mighty/Had bested the dragon/But the Elven still walked in the land/White Rose, queen of the summer/White Rose, queen of the fall/White Rose, the new guard will follow/White Rose, the old guard will fall/ The son and the moon were fixed in the heavens/The whole world grew weary as summer stood still/ A queen of great courage and the heart of the dragon/ Set her throne on the Elf Hill/White Rose queen of the summer/White Rose, queen of the fall/ White Rose, the new guard will follow/ White Rose, the old guard will fall/ The queen on her throne/Called the Elven before her and said/ Look around you, time should march on/I ask you to bow and make history the victor/ The day of the legends is gone/ White Rose, queen of the summer/ White Rose, queen of the fall/White Rose, the new guard will follow/White Rose, the old guard will fall/ The people approached her/ To offer their blessings/And each brought red roses to lay at her feet/ White the Elven came forward to lay their last flowers. White as the summer's defeat/ White Rose, queen of the summer/White Rose, queen of the fall/White Rose, the new guard will follow/White Rose, the old guard will fall/ The cycles of time/Weave the world in their circles/ And the flower crowned queen/ Is among us again/While the Elves have their place/ In the verses of legend/ But not in the history of man/ White Rose, queen of the summer/White Rose, queen of the fall/White Rose, the new guard will follow/ White Rose, the old guard will fall."
Later that night, Azura was crying softly when Ria had gently started comforting her. The young woman buried her head against her friend's shoulder as her sobs wracked her body until she had finally fallen asleep and she placed a blanket over her. The next morning had found Azura a little red eyed, tired and a touch cranky but she had soon gotten over it as she wrote of what she had learned about her mother's past in her journal.
