Skyrim stories

 AD1 Returning Home     Standing on board her flagship. The ocean waves gently slapping against the hull. Masser and Secundas low on the horizon, her ship barely moving as she breathes in the quietness of this moment. Thinking of her home, of her village, what will it look like, how will she feel as she looks over it and the memories return. The light of the moons seems to waver just a bit, the seas calm down till they are still as glass. And her Dream Magic child takes this time to offer to its mother something that could speak to her longing and her fears. From the still waters four figures rise up and tune musical instruments made of water, coral, seaweed. The lead looks up at her on the deck watching and gestures for her to join them. And in a moment of sublime trust she leaps over the side and lands upon the surface. She walks over to them and the zephyrs give her the words to the song as she and the lead join their voices, and the Dream Magic shares this moment with...

     Looking to the Dragon, "May I fly with you, my son?"      Lyrium Dragon: "It would honor me beyond measure, Mother of Dragons."      Iriisii unfurls her wings as the little girl's and her aunt's eyes go wide.      Iriisii: "Let us go, the air here still has a most unpleasant stench."      Back on the top of the tower, Iriisii is contemplating all that she has seen, heard, felt here and what her place in this might be. Jean Claude has dealt with what he needed to upon his return and has joined her back on top before the morning light forces him back inside.      Jean Claude: "I apologize if I am intruding."      Iriisii: "Not at all, sometimes introspection is more effective when shared. Or as my Gods have told me, 'When you take on the burden of others as well as your own. The Nine will help you bear the load if only for a while'."      Jean Claude: "I applaud any...