The dark sky held swirls of purple lights, dancing their way across the span of Skyrim. Bright stars twinkled behind them, almost shy compared to the bold Northern Lights. The moon outlined the terrain of Skyrim, the faint lights of Whiterun twinkled at the base of the mountain. Two figures stood at the Throat of The World; taking in the overlook. A rare calm settled upon the peak, allowing the two to admire the view.
"Truly inspiring."
Paarthurnax sighed, whispering a few words in dragon tongue. The Dragonborn stood beside the elder, silent. The old dragon glanced over.
"Does the overlook make the Dovahkiin speechless?"
He mused, a twinkle in his dull eyes.
"No."
(Name) responded, staring ahead.
"I'm just wondering how long it will take to reach the bottom."
"What-?"
"WULD NAH KEST!!!!!"
"Dammit"
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