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While most of Jorrvaskr was inside during the heat of the day, finding precious shelter from the sun after morning training, Indes was out and about, taking care of a few errands for her sister and uncle. Once it was said and done, however, Indes looked up at the sky on her way back up to Jorrvaskr. She was not in charge of the second round of training during the afternoon, and the weather was particularly pleasant. She stopped in her tracks, turned around, and started walking back towards the city gates instead, a smile on her face.
Eventually, the Bosmer found herself down near the meadery, where the river flowed down waterfalls as it came out of the mountains. Before leaving the city, she had stopped to grab a net, fishing spear, and basket from the house. She placed all of these on a large rock before kicking off her boots, rolling her pants up to above her knees. Humming, she readied the net and placed the fishing spear closer to the waterâs edge before wading out into the shallower part of the river slowly, testing the strength of the current.
After a few minutes, however, she became aware of another presence approaching. She turned from her work setting up the net, holding a hand up to block the glare of the sun as she tried to make out who it was. âHello? Can I help you?â
It has been a time, since the woman could wander back to White hold. The frost of the tundra never bit as harsh, the winds never chilled as much and the smiles were always warmer. That or simply the blessed fog of nostalgia never seemed to end during a visit.
Rocks made no noise under soft boots as the woman made her way downwards from the woods near Riverwood. It seemed the attack of wolves nearby stopped, there was no delay before she would reach the side of the waterfall, to stop and admire as if it was seen anew.
Gods blessed all that afternoon with their small gifts, the weather was more, than pleasant. Tyyne had half a mind to simply pack away the thick furs that were left from the pass of border. Many had said when one enters Skyrim, their bones feel the ache. They never mention the blizzards and storms the Jeralls have up their sleeves.
Fumes of the meadery were already visible and the bridge was nearby when a familiar voice caught the half-elf's ears. The huntress followed after, finding the Bosmer spread with her belongings and fishing. - Of all the things I thought I would catch you doing, Indes, fishing was not one of them. A radiant smile was offered to the old friend before she would just not care and pull them in a hug. - It has been a thousand years and more!
