Brelyna:
"Are you sure you want to go all the way out there?" Neloth asked from across the room as Brelyna packed her bag. "You could get so much more hands on experience staying here as my assistant-"
"For Azura's sake, Uncle! She's told you time and time again she's going!"
Brelyna sighed and nodded a thanks to her sister. Soriri was packing as well. All of them were, actually, save Neloth.
"It'll be a good cultural experience, Uncle. People from all over Skyrim go to Winterhold."
Neloth snorted. "That's because it's the only magical college in that Malacath-forsaken ice hell. 'Cultural experience' my eye! The Nords hate magic. It's too complicated for them to ever understand."
Brelyna shook her head. "Good. More books and tomes for me." She pulled the drawstring on her bag shut and left the room before her uncle could snark furthur.
Onmund:
"If that's what you really are, you can leave! You can get out!"
"...Fine!"
"Fine!"
"I'm going!"
"Good! Don't bother coming back!"
The Nord's brown hair was blown back slightly as the door slammed in his face. He stood at his family's doorstep for a few moments. He wasn't sure why. Maybe he was waiting for his mother or father to let him back in.
But they didn't. As he leaned down to pick up the meager sack of supplies that had been tossed out after him, Onmund realized his vision was getting blurry. He wiped his face before the tears could freeze to it and walked away, trying his hardest not to look back.
J'zargo:
The border patrol agent tapped her quill pen on the desk impatiently as she looked up at the Khajiit in front of her desk. "Name?" she asked flatly.
"J'zargo."
"Occupation?"
"J'zargo is a mage. A student mage," he added hastily. "But not for long," he reassured the Imperial agent, who just rolled her eyes.
"Home province?"
"This one's family was part of a caravan. J'zargo has no true home."
The Khajiit's greyish fur bristled a bit as he saw the Imperial casually write down "Elsweyr" under the home province section. He hadn't been there in years. But he bit his tongue. He needed these papers after all.
"Length of stay?"
J'zargo cleared his throat. "J'zargo...does not know. Five years, perhaps? How long does it take for one to become a powerful mage?"
The agent's eyes rolled again so hard that J'zargo wondered how she didn't strain herself. He didn't get a chance to ask, though, as she wrote down "Indefinitely", stamped the travel papers, and slid them back across the desk. J'zargo took this as his cue to leave and hurried away before the captain noticed the strange gem on her desk was missing.
Minerva Ailee:
"I...hate...boats!"
The cold of Dawnstar soaked into her bones as Minerva stepped shakily off the boat. Fixing her eyes on a nearby barrel, she sprinted over to it and immediately lost her lunch. Out of the corner of her eye, Minerva saw a sailor pass by and smirk at her condescendingly. The Breton tried to glare back at him, but it was hard to muster any energy while her stomach twisted and turned. After her stomach was emptied, she adjusted her hood and coughed a bit.
"Never again..." she muttered to herself as she stumbled off to find the local inn. "No boats, ever again...Don't care what Grandpa says about bandits, I'm taking a cart next time..."
If you hadn't guessed, this story incorporates the "Live Another Life" mod, which is why this isn't starting in Helgen.