This one is really one of my favorites. It's really weird how, if I was to really compare the two, Leara does somewhat resemble Mother Morrowind.

Well, I hope you enjoyed the drabble rain! Reviews aren't good umbrellas, but they protect your hair from frizzing.

THE BLESSING OF ALMALEXIA

07 - Cosplaying

Setting: Solitude, 4E205

Word Count: 139

Like any Nord man, Ulfric liked to see a woman - especially his woman - in armor, but the armor that Leara had on - if it could be called that - was something he'd rather her keep between them, not wear in front of the hundreds of men in Solitude for the festival.

"You did a wonderful job on the cape," she was saying. "You cut a dashing Ysgramor."

Ulfric only stared. After several long minutes (in which Leara began to fidget), he ventured to speak.

"Is that uh, Lea, don't you think, um..." He trailed off.

Leara frowned, looking down at the pointed pauldrons and golden gauntlets of her armor before glancing at the ancient Chimeri markings and clothes that she wore.

"I know she went mad, but for the most part Almalexia was a hero in Morrowind."