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Light snow was falling. Valathaan pulled back onto his bow, out of sight, out of reach, his breath a ghost in front of him. He wasn’t spotted yet. The rabbit’s nose twitched and it stood on its hind legs, sniffing the cold air before thumping back to a half-dead brush. He almost released the arrow... then from a hole he did not see, two small heads popped from the snowy ground. 

His heart faltered and they disappeared. 

“...If this is what you would have then it will be so.”

     “Sister.”

It’s been a long time since there was space for anything but rivalries between the still-young priests, but Miraak’s smooth words and pleasantries remain, even if those that have known him the longest also know whatever charm he produces is honey slathered on a blade.

He bows, slightly but bodily, she deserves more than a tilt of the head; they are in her temple, and regardless the power he consolidates in his own, it would not do to disrespect her. “I hope to find you well.”

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There came many days that Thor grew tired of his duties on Asgard, or even his role as Protector of Midgard. When he had the chance, he liked to take Mjolnir and fly off to some distant world, to explore the horizons of the universe and conquer one of the greatest beasts of all: the unknown.

His journeys today brought him to the world of Nirn, more specifically, to Skyrim, land of the Nords. They were different than his Nordic peoples, but he found them interesting all the same. He warped in near a place called Falkreath, the site of many glorious battles, though he landed far enough away that he hoped the light of the Bifrost would appear only as a fleeting rainbow in the sky.

He made for the city on foot, taking the time to savor the feel of this world, so different from any other. As he reached the outskirts of town, he noticed a woman who seemed to radiate--what did the people of this realm call it?--magicka.