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O' Death

It had been about a weeks worth of rest when I regained the strength in my legs to withhold my weight and explore Dragonsreach.
During my bed rest I grew fond of the woman
Who tended to my care, learning her name to
Be Ivanna, a suiting name for a woman of her caliber. Ivanna lent me a shoulder to lean on as I explored the wondrous structure and the festivities that took place without effort,
Ivanna willingly explained to me the history of this landmark and reason it held such a great title
"Dragons?, within these walls?" I asked seemingly surprised to think of such beasts to be held in a small structure.
"Oh yes Tales Tell of the capture of ancient dragons right here where we stand.
I always tell my youngings that if they don't sleep before sun fall they'll be gobbled by the beasts"
Ivanna chuckled with a smile,
" wondrous.."
I breathed out my response as Ivanna aided me in sitting down at the long beautifully carved table in the main hall, looking across at the lit pit of fire before me and the twin table on the other side deadly similar to the one I'm sitting at, the room filled with warmth and vivid scents of mead and the bittersweet aroma of steaming Lavender.
"Fair morning, Faust" a young child approached and handed me freshly picked deathbells,
"Thank you, Lilliana. Good morning" I thanked and took the beautiful flower from her hand and placed it right between her ear and head underneath her hair.
Lilliana returned my thanks with a joyous smile and ran off to rejoin the children,
My stay at the Hold was calming and it reassured me that I
Would be able to stay until my injury subsides and I can start off my journey to find
My home or supposed family.
Peculiar how I was blessed to be taken so well care of and able to relive my life after I was so sure of my final days but I cannot go a day without feeling..

Guilty.

As if the kindness given to me was not fair. Here I am, a single survivor of an attack launched solely on a caravan traveling
East to Ivarstead. I Know Not why, but I know that wherever I was going It was In Ivarstead.
But all the bodies of people joined in the Caravan was a high number, and Me, being
The only one left alive. Jarl Balgruff sat down a few days back and explained the situation, the blood, the severed bodies, the smell of bubbling flesh and boiling blood and imploded Organs painted upon the snow and the
Smashed wood of the carriages and dismembered horses. The thought Alone heavied the guilt upon my shoulders.

I waited for Ivanna to finish her current task before asking her to aid me in returning to the room,
The stairs were a hardy struggle.
I thanked her once we arrived and used the wall to help my weight to the washing room,
Placing my hands upon the table top and looking at each loaned item before me, a golden comb enriched with small jewels specifically placed to resemble flowers, a miniature compact mirror carved out of Ivory Wood with a detailed design of a stallion encrusted with jewels- of course.
My hand traveled to the mirror first, clicking it open and gazing upon myself.
I had even forgotten my own appearance...
With the knowledge I knew
Of my own self- I would get nowhere.
I moved aside loose strands of my blackish Blue hair and stared into my own orange eyes through the mirror,

Concentrating,

Please... please remember who you are.