The College of Winterhold was beyond magnificent. Her eyes locked on the beautiful faraway structure, the lights that came from it making her eyes sparkle and she wrung her hands on her dress, nervous. If there was ever a place in the world that looked like she could belong, this was it. She had seen the mages at the inn buying drinks and their robes were intricate and clean, the books they carried making her envious and the spells they cast beautiful.
She wished desperately to join them.
Magelights danced in the air after them and when two patrons broke out in a fight in the Inn, a casting of the spell of calm made them stop, both apologizing to each other while the mages grinned at each other and tapped their tankards together.
She was envious of their closeness, of their power and she followed them out. The small group headed up the ramp at the edge of the town, disappearing for a moment under an arch but slowly they came back into view, walking in a single line as they went back to the campus which welcomed them. She wanted to follow further but there was a harsh Altmer standing at the entrance, her red hair vibrant and her features almost Bosmer making her stop.
Kjersti stared, curious as a Khajiit cub but she didn’t go forth. Her nerves prevented her and she returned to the inn, paying for a room for her to hide in, her dreams that night about the life she would have if she joined. She was still bound to her Jarl so the prospect was far-fetched but she still wondered in earnest. Their robes were so pretty while hers were so plain.
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She sat on a rock at the edge of the Pale, her cloak pulled around her tight as she tried to eat her meagre piece of bread and cheese, her fingers hurting from the cold. She was absolutely miserable, her body freezing, her food hard and her mind went to thinking of Falkreath.
Slowly a tear slid down her cheek and she angrily wiped it away, reminding herself it was her fault in the first place. If she didn’t fall for such a jerk, she would never have been forced to leave.
“Stupid jerk,” she said to the air, more tears falling down her face, stinging her cheeks and she rubbed her eyes with her forearm. “He doesn’t even deserve my thoughts!” she cried out childishly.
She chewed her bread hastily, pushing the cheese into her mouth as well and she angrily ate as the tears kept falling from her eyes. She was an Altmer, by all rights. She was, as she heard, above all men and other mer, her blood superior and her breed flawless.
Yet she could stop crying over a single man. She pushed her palms against her eyes, willing them to stop but a sob caught in her throat. She missed her home. She missed him. She shook her head violently, her head becoming light as she cried and she wiped at her nose, her vision blinded now by her tears. She loved him so much it hurt. The thought of him being so happy with another woman made her choke and she finally relented, breaking into uncontrollable sobs.
She knew it was her fault for falling for him. She was going to outlive him anyways. She should have other goals, a life separate from him but her heart ached and her soul burned. Despite all it, she wanted to be with him while he still lived. She wanted to father his children, to wake up in bed next to him, to wear his ring.
The Hardest Part [10/?]
The College of Winterhold was beyond magnificent. Her eyes locked on the beautiful faraway structure, the lights that came from it making her eyes sparkle and she wrung her hands on her dress, nervous. If there was ever a place in the world that looked like she could belong, this was it. She had seen the mages at the inn buying drinks and their robes were intricate and clean, the books they carried making her envious and the spells they cast beautiful.
She wished desperately to join them.
Magelights danced in the air after them and when two patrons broke out in a fight in the Inn, a casting of the spell of calm made them stop, both apologizing to each other while the mages grinned at each other and tapped their tankards together.
She was envious of their closeness, of their power and she followed them out. The small group headed up the ramp at the edge of the town, disappearing for a moment under an arch but slowly they came back into view, walking in a single line as they went back to the campus which welcomed them. She wanted to follow further but there was a harsh Altmer standing at the entrance, her red hair vibrant and her features almost Bosmer making her stop.
Kjersti stared, curious as a Khajiit cub but she didn’t go forth. Her nerves prevented her and she returned to the inn, paying for a room for her to hide in, her dreams that night about the life she would have if she joined. She was still bound to her Jarl so the prospect was far-fetched but she still wondered in earnest. Their robes were so pretty while hers were so plain.
--
She sat on a rock at the edge of the Pale, her cloak pulled around her tight as she tried to eat her meagre piece of bread and cheese, her fingers hurting from the cold. She was absolutely miserable, her body freezing, her food hard and her mind went to thinking of Falkreath.
Slowly a tear slid down her cheek and she angrily wiped it away, reminding herself it was her fault in the first place. If she didn’t fall for such a jerk, she would never have been forced to leave.
“Stupid jerk,” she said to the air, more tears falling down her face, stinging her cheeks and she rubbed her eyes with her forearm. “He doesn’t even deserve my thoughts!” she cried out childishly.
She chewed her bread hastily, pushing the cheese into her mouth as well and she angrily ate as the tears kept falling from her eyes. She was an Altmer, by all rights. She was, as she heard, above all men and other mer, her blood superior and her breed flawless.
Yet she could stop crying over a single man. She pushed her palms against her eyes, willing them to stop but a sob caught in her throat. She missed her home. She missed him. She shook her head violently, her head becoming light as she cried and she wiped at her nose, her vision blinded now by her tears. She loved him so much it hurt. The thought of him being so happy with another woman made her choke and she finally relented, breaking into uncontrollable sobs.
She knew it was her fault for falling for him. She was going to outlive him anyways. She should have other goals, a life separate from him but her heart ached and her soul burned. Despite all it, she wanted to be with him while he still lived. She wanted to father his children, to wake up in bed next to him, to wear his ring.