"Hush," Eli says, reaching down to pat the neck of her horse. She misses Airdancer, stuck back in Alik'r where she'd been when she'd wished that she was back home. She doesn't know this horse, doesn't know if he is skittish or if the way he's tossing his head means something is really wrong.
This might not still be Tamriel, but Eli plans to follow the same rules she has been ever since she'd found herself part of the Elder Scrolls' prophecies. If it feels wrong, it probably is.
She reins in her horse and slips off his back, reaching for her staff and slipping it out of his bindings on her back.
There's a copse nearby, and if experience is any guide, it would be a perfect spot for an ambush.
"I don't recommend you try," she calls out, well aware that if there aren't any bandits, she'll sound particularly foolish.
4 - Celebration
Eli is uneasy about the celebration. She's still not sure of the customs, and she's well aware how different the customs are even of different parts of High Rock. And this is a long way from High Rock, Alik'r, or anywhere else she's been in Tamriel.
At least the people here are less riotous than the Nords, whose enthusiasm has always been a little more than Eli feels comfortable with. Still, trying to get involved is going to be the only way she'll learn here, so she watches the dancers until she thinks she knows how the dance goes. She steps into the circle and smiles at the person who's wound up as her partner.
Later, she goes to seek out something to drink and finds herself studying the options, not sure which will be most familiar to her.
Elisela the Golden | The Elder Scrolls Online OC
"Hush," Eli says, reaching down to pat the neck of her horse. She misses Airdancer, stuck back in Alik'r where she'd been when she'd wished that she was back home. She doesn't know this horse, doesn't know if he is skittish or if the way he's tossing his head means something is really wrong.
This might not still be Tamriel, but Eli plans to follow the same rules she has been ever since she'd found herself part of the Elder Scrolls' prophecies. If it feels wrong, it probably is.
She reins in her horse and slips off his back, reaching for her staff and slipping it out of his bindings on her back.
There's a copse nearby, and if experience is any guide, it would be a perfect spot for an ambush.
"I don't recommend you try," she calls out, well aware that if there aren't any bandits, she'll sound particularly foolish.
4 - Celebration
Eli is uneasy about the celebration. She's still not sure of the customs, and she's well aware how different the customs are even of different parts of High Rock. And this is a long way from High Rock, Alik'r, or anywhere else she's been in Tamriel.
At least the people here are less riotous than the Nords, whose enthusiasm has always been a little more than Eli feels comfortable with. Still, trying to get involved is going to be the only way she'll learn here, so she watches the dancers until she thinks she knows how the dance goes. She steps into the circle and smiles at the person who's wound up as her partner.
Later, she goes to seek out something to drink and finds herself studying the options, not sure which will be most familiar to her.