Aerin
IOK's Token Brit
Stood atop a grassy knoll, a lone redguard watched closely as deer and its fawn crossed over the invisible barrier that separated Skyrim from the lush terrain of Cyrodiil. Twirling a blade of long grass between her fingers Sionna squinted into the harsh sunlight that bathed the forest land before her. Sunshine dappled hide snuck away into the heather and mossy undergrowth. Sharp splinters from the grass stalk cut into the calloused tips of the warriors fingers, the distant sensation causing the redguard's lip to twitch in response to the faint stimulation as she continued to spin the stalk in her hand. What she would give to follow the deer and her fawn over the border. What she would do to feel the hot sun beat down on her face. In the tundras of Skyrim Sionna's cowl protected her against biting winds and chilling rain and snow. It was a far cry from the sand storms of Hammerfell. She could hardly believe she missed the storms. She did not care for the cold. Not a bit.
Running her tongue over her teeth Sionna threw the grass stalk from her hand and closed her eyes, her head falling down till her chin pressed into her collar bone. Soon, soon this ordeal would end and she would return to her family. One of these days this group she had joined would accomplish something, something just and right. One day they would oversee the end of Magnus and his terrible reign. Lifting her head she gently brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face and began the slow journey back to the main base in the Barrow. The path she had to take was meandering, it had to be if she was to avoid the roadside patrols that roamed the main pathways these days. The sun was still high enough in the sky that she didn't fear she'd be travelling at night. She would be back at camp just after sundown if she was lucky.
She'd been out scouting the edges of Falkreath for the past few days. There had been rumours of a Dark Brotherhood resurgence around the old sanctuary, Sionna had gone to investigate, to see if any zealots had been foolish enough to tempt the wrath of Magnus any further. It had been another fools errand of course, she seemed to find no end of those. The rumours had been only that, just rumours, and now Sionna was simply left to return to the basecamp which had been acting as a refuge and home to her for the past few weeks. It wasn't much, but once the draugr and corpses had been cleared out it made for a decent place to hunker down and build a rebellion. At least that was the idea.
The now familiar sight of the stone archways entered view as the twin moons peaked and the auroras painted the night sky. The steps leading to the entrance were icy, her boots slipping occasionally as she fought for grip against the winds that blew her cape about as she ascended the stairway. Her fingers felt stiff in her gloves as she finally pushed the door open, a small rush of warm air hitting her face as she made her way into the tomb. The view of a warm fire and familiar faces did little to remove the stern look that graced Sionna's features, but she did her best to try a smile as she headed over to the kettle that was sat over the fire. After the past few days she needed a hot meal.
Running her tongue over her teeth Sionna threw the grass stalk from her hand and closed her eyes, her head falling down till her chin pressed into her collar bone. Soon, soon this ordeal would end and she would return to her family. One of these days this group she had joined would accomplish something, something just and right. One day they would oversee the end of Magnus and his terrible reign. Lifting her head she gently brushed a few stray strands of hair from her face and began the slow journey back to the main base in the Barrow. The path she had to take was meandering, it had to be if she was to avoid the roadside patrols that roamed the main pathways these days. The sun was still high enough in the sky that she didn't fear she'd be travelling at night. She would be back at camp just after sundown if she was lucky.
She'd been out scouting the edges of Falkreath for the past few days. There had been rumours of a Dark Brotherhood resurgence around the old sanctuary, Sionna had gone to investigate, to see if any zealots had been foolish enough to tempt the wrath of Magnus any further. It had been another fools errand of course, she seemed to find no end of those. The rumours had been only that, just rumours, and now Sionna was simply left to return to the basecamp which had been acting as a refuge and home to her for the past few weeks. It wasn't much, but once the draugr and corpses had been cleared out it made for a decent place to hunker down and build a rebellion. At least that was the idea.
The now familiar sight of the stone archways entered view as the twin moons peaked and the auroras painted the night sky. The steps leading to the entrance were icy, her boots slipping occasionally as she fought for grip against the winds that blew her cape about as she ascended the stairway. Her fingers felt stiff in her gloves as she finally pushed the door open, a small rush of warm air hitting her face as she made her way into the tomb. The view of a warm fire and familiar faces did little to remove the stern look that graced Sionna's features, but she did her best to try a smile as she headed over to the kettle that was sat over the fire. After the past few days she needed a hot meal.