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Corelas sighed a bit exhaustedly, and scratched his head. "She had to go tend to our oldest son. Something about our oldest son soaking his sisters. She'll be out soon enough. Let me show you your rooms, and we can catch up when you're all settled!", he said, motioning for them to follow him...

Myra lay in the bed, a little fazed, but the memory of it rushed back to her. She remembered going upstairs to get Carenen and Kaalys, and tripping at the top of the stairs, but not the falling, and certainly not the impact. That's when she remembered the talk with Mara, and she looked away with...

"I feel... numb. I... What happened?", Myra asked, searching her memory for any remembrance of the incident.

(WHERE DID YOU PEOPLE COME FROM. OKAY, EVERYONE DELETE YOUR COMMENTS, WE'RE BRINGING THIS TO THE CONVO SO WE CAN EXPLAIN HOW RPING WORKS)

Myra's eyes flutter, and she starts to wake up. "What... Where...", she began.

The young Nurse showed them to the new room, which wasn't as full of the sickly as they had thought, and brought them to an empty bed. She had them put her down here, told them what they should do if something happened while there wasn't a Priestess in the room, then left.

Myra perked up. "I hear horses!", she said excitedly to Corelas. "Let's go out to meet them, then!", he replied, but was interrupted by Ninane shrieking "MOM!". Myra looked over to the water to see that Lollen had splashed her with water, and now both Ninane and Maranyn were soaking wet. Myra...

Myra and Corelas sat on the porch over looking Lake Ilinalta, waiting for their friends to arrive, as their children played in the water. They had made sure to set up Slaughterfish and Mudcrab nets around the swimming area. The Dragonborn had abandoned Lakeview Manor, and had turned it in to...

"She will be fine. She will mostly recover, but she took extra damage to her arm. It should be in a sling for a few weeks. She should stay in the temple for just a few days, though. Until we can put together enough medicine for her to take on her journey, and she recovers enough to leave. You'll...

Myra shrugged, drank another glass of Brandy, and joined her husband upstairs.

Myra's spine tingled. She knew that feeling well. One Inn after the other, even now, someone would be suspicious of her. They had their rights to be; she wasn't what she appeared to be. Some saw the Altmer in her, and some saw the Imperial, but none saw how dangerous a mistake it was to think...

"More or less the same reason. One to learn, and two to live my own life. My parents are great, but... I was still their precious daughter. Too much of my life I lived being let do whatever I want. I didn't talk much. When I first got here, it was pretty awful. But I made some friends, and I had...

(Nope. Toward Isunder and Maj'riik. You walked away, remember?)

(I had completely forgotten about this thread *pokerface*) Myra had apparently sunk in to the floor, and was none too impressed with this new stranger. She was standing right there. She shook her head and turned back to them. "Thank you. But... Might I ask, why you've come here? To Skyrim?", she...

Corelas held the doors of the temple open for Myra's friends, and shouted to the Priestesses and Priest what had happened. A woman who was clearly the Main Priestess took the idol off of the alter and told them to lay Myra on it. Corelas was uncomfortable with his new and so far, only friend...

Myra that feeling she had burst in to a much larger, warm feeling. She realized that Rumare had company last night. She smiled faintly, happy that he had relieved some tension, so to speak. Good for him. She could almost feel their heartbeats from the door, and she was totally serene. But why...

"I didn't get any complaints from anyone. Of course, I had a giant hammer, and they weren't allowed to carry their swords outside of training or cleaning. You don't screw with the troop smith when you're unarmed and he's cranky.", he replied, glaring at Thorek. When he was tired, or in his case...

Corelas cracks his eyes open. "Waking up. Mornings. Bad.", he mumbles at Thorek, and lays his head down on the counter.

For once, Myra was the last to wake up. She hardly remembered the night before, only that she had met a stranger who seemed to have come in the Inn just at the perfect moment. She had felt so insecure and... now she remembered. She got up and got dressed, and gathered her things up to put in the...

Yessirie! At least, they do in roleplaying. Anyway, I don't know how to delete a thread. The spot's been filled.