Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20141012162512/@comment-5583506-20141018010635

The winds along the coasts of Skyrim were harsh and unforgiving. It almost made her wish that she would have become a full-fledged ghost instead of this corporeal being she was. A real ghost wouldn't have felt the cold.

She curled herself up underneath a rock on a slope, gazing out over the windy ocean as she fell asleep. In her dreams she saw Rowan. She wanted to wake up, knowing the pain it caused her to look at him. It was as if she saw her hearts wildest desire, but knew that she would never be able to reach it.

It was already dark when she woke up. The breezes of the sea sang in her ears. In the horizon a veil of northern lights danced over a starry sky.

I wish Rowan was here to see this with me...