Raining. As Melody looked out over the area in front of her that’s all she could see. Raining clouds. In fact, her own eyes could be considered to be raining right now. Deciding she needed to clear her head Melody had left on a walk, and as she began to process and sort through her memories she couldn’t help as the pain twisted through her. As she made it to a bench at a simple memorial park she sat down, turning her head up to the sky and watching the rain fall as her tears streamed from her eyes, almost matching the pattern of the falling water droplets.

        ** Ω;;  The room was filled with incense and the pretentious air of a dragon donning the skin of a man--a nordic powerhouse.His muscles swam under the fabric of his cloak, and pulled taut the hand-sewn buttons made from white mammoth’s tusk. His mien was eerily calm, and almost devilish. He was plotting something. 

             His eyes scan the decorated war table tricked out with carved markers and wooden knobs strewn across an aged map of Skyrim. Colovian wine glimmered in the scant light of a flickering candle. A dremora bound in the service of slavery to the will of Alexus flung open the hinges revealing an oh so honored guest... 

“Can I just apologize to you. I know I was a super bitch. But I’m better now and I really want a hug.” She smiled and stretched her arms out for a hug.