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Ahrk fin Kel lost prodah, do ved viing ko fin krah,
Tol fod zeymah win kein meyz fundein!
"What is this damned place?" she grumbles irritably to herself. The darkness of night had begun to settle in when she seemingly stepped through an invisible force field - some sort of barrier that stripped every ounce of magic from her. Her shouts? Gone. She had tested it, shouting a simple Fus Ro Dah and nothing happened. "What sort of arcane trickery is this?" she hisses, narrowing her eyes in annoyance. She is disgruntled, clearly, but with a sharp snort and a deep breath - she neutralized her exterior to appear aloof. So why, then, had she left? Why had she not turned around and gone back the way she came? Curiosity, perhaps. Or maybe a desire for adventure; something new. That did not change her displeasure over her current circumstances, though.
At least the giants don't seem to venture this far.
Each step is powerful, but light and swift. Her green eyes devouring everything in her path, watching carefully for any potential threat. In truth, the trees and melting snow didn't seem any different here than where she came from. The trees were nearly all the same and the temperatures were comparable. She might as well have somehow been transported from one edge of her old home to the other - like an infinite loop. There are differences, though. They are just subtle differences.
The moment she arrived was the moment that dusk swept in, lowering the light level just enough to make seeing difficult but not so far to allow the eyes to adjust fully to darkness. As a result, her other senses picked up the slack. Her ears erect and constantly swiveling to take in every sound, no matter how little. Various smells tickle her nostrils but her focus clings to the most recent of the aromas, utilizing those to pinpoint possible dangers. So far there were very few signs of life, none of which were truly physical signs.
Dovahkiin is alone.
Dovahkiin could wait.
Patience is, after all, a virtue. Moving forward, she settles into the shadows of a group of trees - effectively shrouding herself, making her more difficult to spot in the increasing dimness. Dovahkiin remains alert, always searching and always listening.
dovahkiin
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