Summary: With every new dawn in her new home, she found the kernal.of homesickness become less and less.

Featured Character: Averin

~LI.~

The crystal waters of Lake Rumare slid softly across the sandy embankment before receding and repeating the process over again. With every small wave, the hem of Avarenya's silvery dress was doused in lake water. Not that the young Altmer minded. Her attention was fixed on the high spire of White Gold Tower, leaving no room for her to worry over the state of her last dress from home.

From her perch atop the low rising rock, she had a perfect view of everything along the lake and on the central isle, as well as the early morning sky.

The white stone of the imperial palace was pale and ethereal looking against the golden morning, a sight Avarenya hadn't tired of at all during the few short weeks she'd been in this part of Cyrodiil. The heartland, with its great white tower, the ancient city, green hills, crystal lake, and withered ruins echoed faintly of her birthplace of Summerset, but was still so very different and new that it seemed almost alien to her.

As the golden clouds began to break apart for the blushing sky, Avarenya leaned back against the surface of the rock and let her feet dangle in the water. She had never felt so carefree before, not even when she and her brothers would go to the white sand beaches and play in the surf. Some of the lingering guilt that she felt over running away seemed to disappear, then, as she reclined on her rock and listened to the distant early morning bustle of the city.