Kidforlife

J'zena watched intently as Drevis unwrapped the large, heavy parcel. It turned out to be a large ivory colored frame, encrusted with jewels of every color. Inside which was some.... Black glass? J'zena could see light shining in it, but to her surprise, not images. Neither her own nor Drevis face reflected in it at all. "What is this?" "Sight beyond time. Window to things that may be." Drevis said softly, a sort of... reverence in the Dunmer's voice. "Is this one implying-" "Yes. This beautiful artifact could show one talented in magic the future." "The future? Not the past?" ".... Well, there ARE things in this world that could allow that,

     ROOOAAAAR!!     Oh no. Oh NO! OH NO! J'zena could hear Irileth's voice but could not understand the words as sheer terror swept through her. She felt tiny next to these Witerun guards! How much of an insect was she to the rapidly approaching fangs?!! She shakily pulled out the bow she had, very glad she had found something slightly better than Hadvar scraped up while retrieving the dragon-stone.    "Krif krin. Pruzah!"    DRAGONS CAN TALK?!!! J'zena dove aside from his powerful fire breath, and tried again to line up a shot, but he was so fast in the air! Again the dragon breathed fire, and J'zena again dove out of the way... but she

     Wet. Wet and cold. Wet and cold and unpleasant. J'zargo hated Skyrim's weather; even here in Whiterun hold, where it could be tolerable, had days like this. He thought longingly back on his homeland where even a windy, whipping sandstorm was at least warm. He pulled his college hood tighter over his ears, even though the wet fabric slapped uncomfortably against the sides of his face. He looked grumpily over at his new companion, who didn't even seem to notice the rain as she skipped, yes, skipped, down the road; as if she were a carefree cub on her way to play tag.     "Ugh."     "J'zargo's face is as glum as the clouds and his whiske