Having plenty of time to counsel his mun...

[elderspeaksfirst]

Joor feim. Mortal things pass, both good and ill. Bide for a while, and some may yet return to you.

[He lowers his head a moment, thinking.]

You are often eager to hunt more than you can bear. Diin frini. You have enough left before you, and I… [a low chuckle] Zu dein drem. I am patient. I will have tinvaak with those who will speak, teach those who will listen, fly freely in the skies once more. That is more than enough to content me.

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Happy to oblige, especially for a Dragonborn :3

[elderspeaksfirst]

[His head turns immediately at a voice both familiar and dear. If it isn't one of his favourite students.]

Lok, Thu'um, Dovahkiin. [And there's a distinct pleasure in his words, in the very taste of them.] Zu lost neh pruzaan. Ahrk hin mindok wahl.

[He must incline his head a little at her remark, admitting the truth of it.] It was... voprodah, unexpected to be entangled in these games of mortals. But perhaps not as strange as it seems.

I only got Skyrim recently so I've been playing it a lot... he's one of my favorites.

[drun_dinok]

It's surprising for me, too. So many worlds I didn't think existed.

... I'm still working on saving ours, as well.

[There's still the Elder Scroll to find, but she's taken some time to build up her strength and mind... she's not sure how she'll react when she sees it, after all. Better to be strong in mind and body when going into such a task.]

The... mundane... that has me right now is unsure of what to do with me. I think I surprised him. He's not sure if I should be thrown into one of his games.

His conversations are awesome. Though a bit harder to write from his end. :P

[elderspeaksfirst]

[He listens, as ever, to the intent behind the words as much as the mere sound. He knows what she may do - what he judges her capable of, but that fate is hers to make, not his to promise.]

Your determination holds. Paaz. Perhaps you are more certain than your mundane, hm? Sossedov mindok laani. How do you judge these destinations?

I can imagine. The language alone must take a while, if only for spelling...

[drun_dinok]

There's one where I'd like to go, but there's already a... well, a 'me' there, though she's definitely not like me at all.

The other destination he had in mind is... interesting... but they toy with souls. I don't want to know what they'd do with mine and the souls I carry with me.

He's been thinking of finding a place for me at some other destinations he's been eying, but he has... studies that get in the way.

Takes a bit of practice, but I imagine playing the Dovahkiin has its own challenges

[elderspeaksfirst]

Onikaan bovul thursesille. You are wise to be wary. It will be challenge enough for you to master your own nature without volaan wahl wuldde... mischievous interference.

It does. I like it, though.

[drun_dinok]

I don't mind waiting, though. I've taken in two little girls, and leaving them while the situation at home is still chaotic would be unwise.

[elderspeaksfirst]

Indeed. As long as Alduin remains, they too are in danger.

[Her news is pleasing, though. A note of hope in all the turmoil, for three people at least.]

You have begun to make Keizaal your own land, vahlok gron. But do you think your mundane will delay until it is safe?

[drun_dinok]

[She shakes her head.]

I doubt it. But he did say he would not place me in a situation where I could never return home, thankfully.

[elderspeaksfirst]

Even they do not dare tear you wholly from the wuldsetiid. Though we could just as easily be returned to the point from which we left... if these malinne chose it.