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Hiiii it’s me!

▍ t͟.͟avi  ;  I don’t Bite.  Yes :]

@NOXVORIA   ▍ t͟.͟avi  ;  LMFAO,,   cursed w constant Headaches.  I’d hate to be an actual Bhaaspawn.   

▍ t͟.͟avi  ;  Massive headache so I’ll get to things later,  I hope !

▍ t͟.͟avi  ;  long classes today ..

@7s2live  》  " pleasure , i ' m  aevik  . "  he tells them , glancing back at them just once as they  continue on  their  journey .  he  walks like  he ' s  done  this a million  times ,  like the  cold  doesn't  affect him  one bit .  
            
            "  and , yes . . i   hail from  windhelm . the  city  ahead .  "    
            
            the  city of  windhelm was a  cold place -  aevik was  certain the  climate messed with  everyone's  heads . the  prejudice ,  a lot due  to the uprising of the   civil war waging over  skyrim right now ,   was getting out of hand .

@-northernheirs   ▍ t͟.͟avi  ;
            
            The snow crunches under their ill—prepared shoes,  it bites at their already sore feet.   Their mind wanders to trying to keep themself warm,  though it is useless on their end.   “Walked.”  Alaric doesn’t mean to be so clipped in their responses;  the cold makes it hard to concentrate.
            
                 Moments later,  they speak again,  as the feeling of guilt for their short answer takes over.   “Are you from around here?” A simple question,  something to try and get some more information out of the other.   “Oh—I’m Alaric,  by the way.   Forgive me,  the cold isn’t doing well for my brain and I forgot to introduce myself.”

@7s2live  》  aevik  listens to the  other .  he  couldn '  t  imagine himself  being so  far away from  home . especially  with  such a  clear climate  difference  .
            
            "  i ' d  say  it ' s  an  hours walk to the  city .  maybe less . "  aevik  tells the  other . as he  begins to  walk towards the  city . his  thick ,  fur  wrapped boots kick through  the  somewhat  deep snow ,  making an  easier  , clear  path for the other to follow  .
             
            "  well ,  how ' d  you  end up so  far away,   stranger ? "   he  didn ' t  often make  small talk  ,  but if he  were  walking them to the city ,  he ' d  rather not  walk it  in  silence for an  hour .

@taverntunes   ▍ t͟.͟avi  ;
            
            Despite the yearning to be left alone,  Alaric listens with careful consideration on how the stranger would feel if there was a clear display of blatant disrespect.  This was his life,  told through a simple conversation the two had.  Coin is coin,  that Alaric knew all too well.  
             
                 They answered with small hums,   to let the man know that they were still listening.   Alaric dare not to interrupt,  rather waiting for their turn to answer with patience.  A virtue not many had in this lifetime.  “Conforming to something?  I can understand that.  I wish to be myself,  and not fit in a small box of what others expect from me.  Though,  that is the reason why I am here now.”  The last part is half whispered,  a look of sorrow briefly touches their face;  it’s gone before he could ask what they meant by their words.  “You are wonderful at what you do,  may I add.”

@7s2live 
            
            ozias hadn’t always felt that sense of belonging , of feeling right at home elsewhere .  even now he still drifted from place to place , never really lingering long .  it felt freeing as it felt isolating , but he’d prefer this life rather than go back on his hands and knees pleading to unforgiving parents and brothers .  the humble musician shook off the thought , appearing as relaxed on the outside as his mind tended to wander .  “ i tend to do that quite a lot believe it or not .  trouble tends to follow me it is  ,  although i will try my utmost best as to not befall the same type of ordeal onto you .  but if i may be honest for a moment..  ” he pursed his lips for a moment before speaking again .  “ even i feel as though i tend to not belong .  yet i despise conforming  ,  been there .  done that .  ”

@taverntunes  ▍ t͟.͟avi  ;
            
            Confidence exudes from the man,  a far contrast from their own anxious nature.  This is his natural environment,  amplified by the way he speaks of the place as if he lived there.  A bit of jealousy bubbles in their chest,  to feel as sated as him in such a place,  a place of belonging.
            
                 Regardless of their feelings,  their expression remains unchanged;  stoic,  a measly attempt at pushing their actual thoughts down.  “You seem to fit right in.  I fear I’m sticking out in a place like this.  Drawing the wrong type of attention to myself  ….  I’d rather blend in.”  Clearly their attempts to blend could have been better,  considering the company they had just attracted.

@7s2live 
            
            "To regain energy in the travel far and my steed requires a quiet cave to properly rest." He replied and his dragon poked ot's head out the cave entrance. It's fiery eyes looks at her directly. 

@-FlamingSwords-  ▍ t͟.͟avi  ;
            
            Based on his body language,  they deem it necessary to extinguish the flame that shimmered from their hand.  A silent agree.  “No,  neither do I.  But if I may ask;  why are you in a cave?”

@7s2live 
            
            He narrowed his eyes but loosened his grip on his sword. "I do not see any need for a fight." He replied as he slowly steps out from the cave into view.