Chapter 2.
The interior of the shrine was cool, the stone walls keeping all light from entering. As usual the great goddess Azura was absent, so Vvardenfell set Skooma down and watched him frolic around, sniffing ever nook and cranny before returning to her and saying
"No good. Some bad thing happen here. No good!" He reached up and scratched Vvardenfell's leg.
"Ow." She said, brushing him off. "Skooma, what are you talking about? Azura will be here any minute!"
As if on cue, the spirit of Azura appeared below her statue, looking at Vvardenfell with a surveying eye.
"Azura…" Vvardenfell said, bowing deeply, "There is nothing in the north of interest. Though I did take care of a few ashlanders, as you suggested I should."
Azura still did not speak. As Vvardenfell took a breath to talk once more, she cut her off.
"My eyes have seen what I have feared, Vvardenfell." She said, her voice cracking. "This…this land will once more bear the tidings of war, though this war will be 10 times worse, and a hundred times over again before it is through. The enemy has gotten stronger, but alas, as have you. This was will be dangerous, but I can't risk people getting to know your current form."
"What do you suggest, great mistress?" Vvardenfell asked, her insides stirring slightly. She had never seen Azura so frightened.
"Disguise, Vvardenfell." She said. With a wave of her hand Vvardenfell felt magic surge through her, felt her wings and fangs disappear, felt once more a human body. Vvardenfell looked at herself in the reflection of a pool and gasped, stumbling backwards. She looked nothing like a winged Twilight, nothing like herself.
Shoulder length black hair fell into her mahogany eyes. There was ivory skin upon her fair face. Her lips were pale, but her eyes dark. She wore a long black skirt and a half sleeved red one, caressing her slender body with grace.
"It is a wonderful disguise, great mistress." She said, still gasping at her new form. Her voice was now slightly harsher, though there was no brass of Daedra. Her voice rasped as if she had just been screaming at the top of her lungs for a few hours.
"I can't risk anyone finding out you are you, nor Larka, not Ryan. Only Skooma." Azura said. Skooma was already sitting in Vvardenfell's lap.
"You shall need a new name…" Azura paused for a moment, then said "Cal-isiri."
"Cal-isiri." Vvardenfell repeated.
"Cal-isi." Skooma said slowly. "Me like, friend girl."