A harsh wind blew over the plains of Whiterun hold, bringing with it dark clouds and bitter cold. The tall, brown grass of the plains rippled and things that stood out were three figures walking along the road away from the capital of the hold, going north west towards Solitude.
One of the figures was a large khajiit on a horse With a dark cloak covering his armor and behind him on either side was a dwarven sphere, in it's ball form and rolling along with quiet pings and whirs as their gears turned.
Aside from these three... Or four, including the horse, it didn't seem as if anyone was out there.
One of the figures was a large khajiit on a horse With a dark cloak covering his armor and behind him on either side was a dwarven sphere, in it's ball form and rolling along with quiet pings and whirs as their gears turned.
Aside from these three... Or four, including the horse, it didn't seem as if anyone was out there.
Zana had just left the walls of Whiterun. She had been in the city working what she'd call a 'day job' as a healer.
Even as a 'day job' she couldn't say she hated it. It was much better than her 'mage for hire' job.
People of all sorts went in and out, with completely different stories, and she got to listen to them all while healing. She'd be dumb to say it was a 'bad job'. The only bad thing about it was the distance from her home, and that she had to walk all the way to Morthal, which was at least a days journey with no stopping.
The harsh wind caused Zana to put up a slight struggle, knocking over and making her stumble slightly. She muttered curses under her breath as her bag dropped; pieces of papers and potions rolling through the tall grass and air. She grabbed at the papers, which only resulted in fails, ad blindly felt through the grass for the potions.
One of the papers floated towards the Khajiit, hitting his horse in the face and causing the creature to shake his head before the paper moved past the horse's head and into his lap.
Even as a 'day job' she couldn't say she hated it. It was much better than her 'mage for hire' job.
People of all sorts went in and out, with completely different stories, and she got to listen to them all while healing. She'd be dumb to say it was a 'bad job'. The only bad thing about it was the distance from her home, and that she had to walk all the way to Morthal, which was at least a days journey with no stopping.
The harsh wind caused Zana to put up a slight struggle, knocking over and making her stumble slightly. She muttered curses under her breath as her bag dropped; pieces of papers and potions rolling through the tall grass and air. She grabbed at the papers, which only resulted in fails, ad blindly felt through the grass for the potions.
One of the papers floated towards the Khajiit, hitting his horse in the face and causing the creature to shake his head before the paper moved past the horse's head and into his lap.
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