Once again, we have more beautiful art. At this point, I feel I must crown IrisSeptim the official Portrait Artist of House Sigeweald. Thank you so much!!! I believe this one shall hang in the entry way of her grand estate (you know, if she ever gets to move out of Breezehome). Continue reading
This chapter picks up from here.
Trygve was only too happy to be back in the Rift. One night in Ivarstead with Gwilin, a chipper and garrulous Bosmer with whom Trygve maintained occasional intimate contact, changed his calmly stoic (some would say smug) demeanor into outright, albeit subdued, delight. Also, the tables were turning on the events that happened in the Pale and Elspeth could no longer hold the disintegration of her relationship against him. Continue reading
Who’s your granny? Continue reading
[Ed: Someone on Tumblr asked for a happy memory from Elspeth’s childhood. Since I am struggling with the new chapter (like A LOT), I’ve decided to share it. This will actually become relevant later.]
Xeri arrived home first, which was surprised Runa though it probably shouldn’t have, especially after last night’s discussion.
“Where’s Elspeth?” she asked, looking up from the linens she was folding.
“Is that venison stew?” Xeri ignored the question and made a beeline to the stove. As soon as she saw this, Runa practically jumped, letting the napkins and pillow covers in her lap tumble to the floor as she went to guard the stove. She was not going to let the Dunmer eat half the stew out of the pot while it was still cooking. Not again. Continue reading