|| Dances-With-Jewels - Female - 36 - Argonian || Location; Candlehearth Hall - Mood; Interested - Tags; Orokzol ||
Being the large Orc that he was, Dancer appeared the be shocked by his lack of knowledge regarding different types of armor. AT least he knew what pieces he wanted, at the very least. Spinning the bottle's neck in her fingers, she pondered for a moment or two before replying. "I'm assuming you like big, heavy stuff." The Argonian stated, lifting the mead up to her war-painted jaw. Her tongue seemed to recoil in the bitterness of the stuff, but she drank it anyway. "Even if you did like light armor, I'm not sure I could make something big enough for your shoulders." She teased, flashing the larger male a sly, reptilian grin. Her other hand drifted from the counter down to the pouch she wore on her side, untying it to show the Orc the ore she had mined previously. Her favorite piece, a shimmering green stone, was the first to be held up to him. "I might be able to whip up something nice for you."
|| Ra'Bubbles - Male - 28 - Khajiit || Location; In a blizzard, mountainous - Mood; Worried - Tags; The house(?) ||
The poor beast was shivering now, fur frozen stiff and frosted over as the blizzard raged all around him. The Khajiit narrowed his eyes, searching desperately for a shack, camp, or even a cave at this point. Garmr trudged beside him, pushing against his legs as to keep him upright in the snow, as well as provide a bit of warmth. Rubbing his arms in a desperate attempt to warm himself, he mustered up his last bit of magic to create a small but determined flame in his left paw. It cracked, radiating a gentle heat onto his chest. With chattering teeth, he called out to the wisps of snow around him. "Hello? Please, is anyone there?" He yelled, his tail tucking itself under the safety of his mage cloaks. Garmr nudged the Khajiit, urging for him to start walking again. Feeling as though his bones were made of ice, he could see some sort of outline in the snow; a cabin, maybe? The candle-sized flame that danced around his claws flickered and lashed about in the wind, dangerously close to expiring. Whiskers twitching and breath growing shorter, Ra shambled towards the home, eye half-shut and ready to give in to the roaring storm.