[X] [Return] Have a few drinks and a few dances before returning, relaxed and easy but also slightly compromised. But do not both compromise and ease make pleasures and obligations alike better?
[X] [Feelings] There is warmth perhaps in these relations, in those she has gotten to know. It is brief warmth amidst a raging tempest, a blizzard that seeks to freeze her. But can't fires be linked together, cannot they become bonfires that will set the very winters ablaze? But will the fire consume her, or warm her and comfort her?
[X] [Clothes] A pretty, if probably not practical, dark dress that has parts of its legging that becomes more dark gossamer. It seems to be made to be worn with a veil. It feels as if there is magic to it, though Do'azda cannot figure out just what type.
[X] [Clothes] A dress of the sort she'd bought from in Riverwood. Simple, but clean and nice, and something she can add as an extra outfit without getting in the way of anything else, and something solid and unlikely to get torn.
[X] [Feelings] There is something to be said for a challenge. Whether she intends to stay here, Skyrim is a cold, cruel land--and it is strange that in a moment of boldness this seems almost a virtue. She can hone herself in a place where despite all the risks--to her new people, to herself--she does not have to hold herself back.
[X] Plan: Fire and Shadow
-[X] [Clothes] Dark, rather lovely looking robes… with a skull pattern on the front. This absolutely belonged to a Necromancer, and the odds that they're still alive are probably pretty low. But it does have some magical uses as a garment… if one likely to make some people suspect things.
-[X] [Return] Immediately, with a clear head but also with a great deal of haste. Still burning away and blazing with speed. Is speed truly what one might call the strongest trait? Yet, without it all others falter.
-[X] [Feelings] There is no way to know what to feel, because regret and fear and hope and joy all interact with each other and she has moved too fast. But why does she have a feeling that perhaps she is moving so fast so that the regrets and sorrows cannot catch up? Can a cat escape her own shade forever?
[X] [Clothes] Practical clothes. Perhaps bandit clothes, but ones that can provide a more rough and ready look, something that could also help if she ever wants to seem less than she is, without seeming as if she was nothing at all.
[X] [Return] Immediately, with a clear head but also with a great deal of haste. Still burning away and blazing with speed. Is speed truly what one might call the strongest trait? Yet, without it all others falter.
[X] [Feelings] There is no way to know what to feel, because regret and fear and hope and joy all interact with each other and she has moved too fast. But why does she have a feeling that perhaps she is moving so fast so that the regrets and sorrows cannot catch up? Can a cat escape her own shade forever?