With ragged clothes pressed to her dirty olivish skin she adjusted the bandana about her head that covered her pointed elven ears. Her long black hair coming down over her shoulders and braided in a Nordic knot in the back. From what she understood many Nords still held a very bitter resentment for elves despite being half a Nord herself. She watched from the clearing of the woods as traders left the magnificent city of Whiterun.
The sight was breathtaking, but then again so was Bruma to her. Shaking her head she pressed on, one foot after another. She had to find what had happened to her father… But at the same time. She needed shelter, clothing and most of all, money. This trip from the Southern reaches of the Empire to Skyrim had stripped her of all the money she had ever earned in her life. Now she had to start from nothing.
Coming to the front gate she found two guards, one noticably larger than the other but not nearly as chatty. “Kinswoman! We could use someone like you on the guard force…” James said and looked at her, sizing up the tall woman. “If ye are quick and nimble… Go up, see the Jarl.” Just then it hit her, she’d join the guard! If she could convince the Jarl to. She smiled kindly at the nord and said softly. “Thank you.”
Those green eyes flickered and she pushed through the gate and up to Dragonsreach. This was it, boom or bust. Welcome to Whiterun…
"Believe me… the feeling is mutual." The burnette’s hand went to her sword, her fingers grasping the handle and ready to pull it out. "You have business in Whiterun?" Caitlyn grumbled and eyed the other with fervent suspicion
Pink rose: friendship
Red rose: love
White rose: purity (nature of relationship, not the type)
Purple tulip: loyalty
Yellow tulip: hopelessly in love
Pansy: loving thoughts
Daisy: innocence (nature of relationship, not the type)
Hjotra ran her hands over his body, kissing him softly. He was an inferno to the touch and she soaked up the warmth from him with pure glee. Her hands went to her belt, and she slowly undid it.