![]() Haldis shakes her head, her reddish-brown curls seeming to bounce with each move that she makes. "Does it hurt?" Emra asks, her voice muffled slightly by the skin she is making the inquiry against. Gently and without a word Emra raises the hand that is holding her wife's and with her focus solely on her spouses face she brings the back of her lover's hand to her lips and presses several tiny kisses to still bruised knuckles. Haldis laughs and Emra swears that is a grift right from the nine divines themselves. ![]() ![]() "I forget, your people call Talos and Sovengard something entirely different." "I would have had Odin deemed it not my day to die."Ī soft laugh leaves Emra's mouth, her short brown hair, that very lightly touches her shoulder's brushes said shoulders as allows her green eyes to trail upward so that she may properly look at her wife, the fabric of the mage robe of restoration that she is currently wearing moving perfectly with her form. There is a soft pressure on her hand and Emra glances down, watching as her wife's fingers curl about the underside of her hand and settle a little into her palm. "You could have been just another casualty too." "And to think." Emra begins, her gaze trailing slowly about the fire burnt buildings and collapsed stone. Where her future wife could very well have died. Though Emra had not experienced the terror filled moments of Alduin's attack on Helgen her dear wife had, and finally, after a nearly five years since that day and now the recent fall of Alduin thanks to her beloved Emra was finally being shown where it all began. Emra and Haldis had left in the dark hours of the morning so that they would arrive at what remains of Helgen before sunrise.
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