(Mouse's first experience in Skyrim. She came from Morrowind with some refugees.)

The first time she's pushed along, "Get moving, girl. It's not so special." she pushes down the urge to investigate the strange, white ground with the shove she receives for slowing her pace.

"Why is it so cold here?" she asks quietly.

"Shut up, girl. Keep moving."

"But, why is the ground white?"

No answer now.

So she stops asking, pulls her fur tighter around her, and watches the unfamiliar ground.

"Where to now? I'm not staying in Windhelm."

"Perhaps we could go to the college, further north? We have magic and it wouldn't be a bad place to stay."

"Assuming we made it."

"We've made it this far."

The three dunmer looked at each other for a moment, "To Winterhold then?" One of them gestured to the small bosmer trailing behind, "what about her?"

The young elf balked as all three sets of eyes turned towards her, "Easy enough." said the eldest. Another grabbed his arm, "You're not going to kill her, right?" The eldest gave his male counterpart an incredulous look and shook off his hand.

Avoiding his eyes, the Bosmer gripped her fur tighter. It did little good when the elf before her grabbed the fur and, with his other hand, shoved her out of it, causing her to land on the cold road. "Don't you think we'll be needing this a bit more then you girl? Now," he slung the fur over his arm, "I suggest you go back to Windhelm. Get some actual shoes." With that he turned and began walking with the rest of his party, leaving the young elf behind in the snow.

But she had seen the looks she'd gotten in Windhelm. The thought of staying there was worse then staying with them. So, she got up and started walking after then, "Get out of here!"

Once they were out of sight she made up her mind. Windhelm was not an option. But there were other cities, other towns, she could stay there. She didn't really need a town though. If she could get her hands on a bow and some arrows she could hunt for herself, maybe make something to wear.

When Mouse sees that much snow again it's nowhere near Windhelm. But it's still the same, she only fights the urge to stoop and investigate for so long.

There's no one there to push her along and tell her no.

It doesn't take long for her to reach the conclusion that snow is overrated and she missed Valenwood.