Summary: By the time a Dunmer is fully grown, most are quite passed the age of wanting to sleep on the ground.
Featured Character: Nixiel
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If someone had asked Nixiel the night before if it was a good idea to camp out in the ashlands when Tel Mithryn was literally a hop, skip, and a jump away, she would have said yes, definitely. Her legs were achy, her feet hurt, her vision was blurry and her chest had that funny feeling of being tired but still going on. Plopping down and staying awake long enough to wrap herself in her cloak and lay her head on her satchel, the white haired Dunmer had quickly drifted off to sleep behind a rock, where she slept all throughout the night.
The next morning, however, was not as simple as that.
While she'd been asleep, an ash storm had swept through (how had she not awoken for that?) and she had been covered in dark grey ash. What was more, as soon as she woke up, she felt one drop and then another splash on her nose before the sky began dumping water more swiftly than the headwaters in the Moersring Mountains. This surprised her so much that all she could do was sit in sludgy ash and be pelted with rain because it never rained on the southern part of the island (any rain on the northern half was snow, but still) due to the clouds of ash in the air.
It was a dirty and wet Nixiel that slushed her way into Tel Mithryn some time later.
"That's a lot of rain - by Azura, what happened to you?" Talvas said upon seeing her. "You look like a drowned nix-hound!"
"Shut up," she growled, flinging her satchel at his head, which he only just managed to catch.
She was never ever camping outside again. Ever.