Katlyn was the Dragonborn of legend and well on her way to becoming master of the Thieves Guild. But when she gets into some trouble with the Dark Brotherhood she finds help in a place she never thought she'd belong.

Relle has a creative way of getting Onmund to go outside.

The Dragonborn was no marionette. She did not dance to the whims of others. She did not sway this and that, whichever way the puppeteers asked. Did she? Onmund wasn't sure anymore.

She deserved a song for all she had done for Skyrim. A thousand words carried by notes and chords into the night. If only someone would write it.

They'd seen enough sacrifices that they swore one of them could play the part perfectly. They just weren't prepared to actually do so.

It only took one word to have those she protected leaving her behind.

She had all the elements at her fingertips, the courage of the nine, and a heart of purer gold than a crown. Truthfully, he'd always felt powerless before her.

Home had not been something the Dragonborn tended to often. After all, she was so busy traveling and helping and fighting and training that there wasn't really time to cook and clean and love the house she had in Whiterun. It was about time she found a place to call home.

The little girl was the Dragonborn's mirror image. That fact was nothing new. Onmund and the Dragonborn had heard it dozens of times. But the uncomfortable feeling they both felt whenever someone told them so... that was very new.

Loss had plagued Onmund's life a long time, but something new had come along. Something he couldn't stand to lose.

People lived their lives with eyes brightly lit. This was something she had noticed as, each time she took a life for her own, she watched their gazes dim. It had always bothered her, but it was nothing compared to when Onmund's lights threatened to flicker out.

Onmund didn't know everything about her, not quite. He didn't understand the implications of her being apart of the Companions, and she hoped he never would. But hunting trips didn't take into consideration what one hoped for.

She was so tired of the feeling that ate away at her. She never despised the hollow state of her body so much as she did when she met his bright gaze, and saw his bright smile, and felt completely unworthy.

The world was a colorful place, and she loved every single bit of it. Except the red part. The Dragonborn could have lived without that.