#nomadicsnowelf

“And truly you have overflowing sincerity.” Adalmina narrowed her eyes as she scowled at the womer.

Ah yes, the finished product. I finally figured out the amulet, and even added a better glimpse of the Talos themed knife she carries. She doesn’t always wear armor that showcases the hidden knife, however, so I may try drawing her again in a set of armor that hides it.

“Drem, peace, zuruniik. I am not here to bring you aax, harm.”

[[I don't knnnnnooooooooooowwwww!  I was just having sad feels and that popped out!  DDDDDDDD;]]

Thanks love! Yeah, someone already directed me to'em. Following them, just dont know if they're active. 

I dont think I could pull off Miraak anyway. Whats your miraak blog?

The ear-splitting sound of cracking ice echoed through the canyon just a moment too soon before the shelf gave way beneath both of them. Using every bit of strength she could muster, Lydia swung her pickaxe, lodging it deep into the rock beside her and providing a safe hold against falling the two-hundred feet into the chasm. The Snow Elf hung to a small ledge three feet below the housecarl's grasp. "H-hang on," she called, trying to pull herself up to safely. Gotta tie a rope-! Hang on hang on!