A Wood Elf in Skyrim PT8 by SteffiSyndrom, literature
Literature
A Wood Elf in Skyrim PT8
The moon was standing high, throwing its glowing, silver rays down upon the world underneath. Thousands and thousands of stars decorated the black night sky, blinking in and out, like playful little fairies.
Stripes of green, blue and yellow aurora were brushed over it all as if an unknown, silent artist had snuck out just before nightfall and painted the sky.
Ruthalia sat upon a big rock, her legs crossed, her hands resting on her knees. It was bitterly cold. She could see her breath in tiny, little clouds before her, but she didn't feel the temperature's bite. The moon warmed her, its silver light embraced her, welcomed her.
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