@nirbokiir
He heard it all the way from Solstheim - it resonated in his bones and in his blood, and so took him off guard that he stood up suddenly in alarm. He had never heard it before, but his soul knew by instinct - it was a Dragonborn’s first Shout, all that dragon suppressed and hidden inside of them exploding out in its new glory. He felt a shiver go down his spine. A Dragonborn was itself enough to contend with, but did it mean that there were dragons now, too? The world had seemed free of them when he escaped Apocrypha.
He heard, as well, the call of the Greybeards a short while later, and that was when an idea began to shimmer in his mind.
His own call was more subtle. He did not scream it for all of Skyrim to hear; he used Solstheim’s standing stones, his magic on them still, and wove something quiet, and persistent. It used his blood to call to hers, to draw her, and it sent out whispers to inspire anyone it touched. They had all heard the rumours now, although they could not say where or when they had heard it, that there had once been a Dragonborn on Solstheim, and that his power remained there still.
When he had spun his web, all that remained was to wait in the still, silent depths of his temple, wondering just what he meant to do when he caught his prey. He wasn’t sure. He just knew that it was in his best interests, at the very least, to know just who was walking Nirn with the power to wipe him from the face of existence.
