Who wants to do a cute fluff rp will an Altmer child? (Skyrim pafp)

^·^ That's true! We all forget stuff!
some more than others x'D))

Leah nodded, "I was thinking 'bout that. I gotta go to Falkreath to get something, then we can go anywhere you desire. Once we reach The Pale I have a means of transportation that will get us all the way past WinterRun and into Falkreath in a mere day. He's a companion that's even cooler than Dex." she joked, watching as the hound narrowed its eyes at her. Its haunches wiggled, unable to keep a stern face. He let out a snort before lumbering over to the doors. Leah slowly shook her head, a soft chuckle escaped her throat. "Hopefully an ol' woman like me won't slow you down to much." she joked. Tilting her head to the side before letting out a soft chuckle.

Leah gasped as the child enveloped her in a death hug. Throwing her hands up in shock, waiting until the child let go to relax. Dex was shocked aswell, but enjoyed the embrace more than socially awkward Leah. His flank wiggled since he had no tail to do so. The death hound barked happily before turning its attention to its master. Blinking large crimson eyes before squeezing out of the death hug it was enveloped in. His nose curled, long needle like teeth peeped out of his maw. Sticking out a small tongue through the mess of teeth, his saliva as cold as the grave. He couldn't act like a normal dog and cover his owner with multiple licks of affection. So he only stuck out his tongue to express this, before letting out a deep throated gruff.

Dex bolted out the door like lighting, pausing at the thick layer of snow at the edge of the Inn steps. He cocked his head before leaping into the pile of snow. Whump! The snow was much deeper than the hound expected, surprised at the depth. It reached up to his nose, and the cold snow pinched at his exposed skin. He barked happily before hopping out and into another patch of deep snow. Leah on the other hand was hesitate, now liking the snow as much as the hound. Grabbing the map from the Innkeeper before handing it to the young Altmer. Gazing down at her buckskin boots before stepping onto the snow, instead of sinking down into the snow she stood atop of it. A deep hue clasped the boot, magical essence radiated from the enchanted pair of boots. Tensing up at the bitter cold wind, having her helm on helped but it still seeped past the armor. No words could describe how much the khajiit hated this. Turning her head to the young Altmer child. Dex ofcorse took the opportunity, pummling into the Khajiit. Her boots stayed on the surface of the snow but the rest of her wasn't so lucky. Disappearing into a snow drift, her feet propped up on the snow. Shivering at the cold, quickly climbing up onto the surface of the snow. Crossing her arms before glaring at the hound, her harsh expression hidden underneath the helm. Turning her attention back to the Altmer child, shrugging softly before looking at the snow. "And we take our first steps to our adventures!" she joked before streaching out a leg and stepping forward.

"Yep, Dusty doesn't like the cold so we gotta head down until we reach Dawnstar's southern region or head to Morthal. Either way he will come when I call him." she mumbled the second part slightly to herself. Glancing over as the child asked what dusty was, underneath her helm she grinned. Listening as she said that she knew about The Solsthiem, "Raised there since day 1, haven't left until last week. So I'm still new to this Skyrim, much colder than Solsthiem but I can cope. Way much easier to make it around here than it is in Solsthiem, no Reavers, Reaklings, Burnt Springgons, or Ash spawn to stress about. Sadly Dunmer and other elves are discriminated against here, not to mention anyone who's not a nord also gets there harsh words." she huffed quietly. Tapping her thigh with a index finger, thinking intently about the situation here in Skyrim. Shaking her head, "you take the lead since you got the map." she chuckled, waiting for the child to come on.

"The Thalmor situation is harsh, even in Solsthiem we end up having to deal with them. Sadly one bad apple spoils the bunch and ruined most of the Elven races' good names. Sadly Khajiits and Argonians have it even worse, unable to enter any holds because of the names inflicted on them. Skooma dealers or treated like slaves. Its a shame to see Tamral fall into such a disgusting state. Its even worse when children can understand the situation going on." she sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. Glancing down at the young child before turning her attention to the road. The snow not altered by her steps, leaving no trail. Dex on the otherhand was creating perhaps the most elaborate trail. The hound darting from Leahs side to the edge of the road then back, making a zigzag formation in the snow. Letting out a soft chuckle, turning her attention back to the young Altmer. "What kind of spells do you specialise in? Like Restoration, Illusion, Conjuration, Destruction, etc." she asked politely, curiosity peeked about what the kid already knew.

"I dabble in Restoration and some destruction, but I specialise in Conjuration. I can summon something as easy as a familar or something as complex as a Ash guardian. My favorite is summoning Seekers or Lurkers to my aid, there strong and remind me of the Apocra. I'm better at Archery and Sneak than I am at magic though." she shrugged. Watching the elk, quietly reaching back for the ebony bow. Gripping the smooth material, then grasping an arrow. Placing the arrow against the string, feathers brushed against her gloves. Pulling the arrow back as far as she could, straightening up her slouched posture. Letting loose the arrow, a loud twang of the string echoed out. The horrific sound of ebony meeting bone rang out, a skeever impailed by the long ebony arrow. The ratlike creature was a reasonable distance away, but it was already making its way to the two. Letting out a snort of disqust at the creature, yellow foam mixed in with blood ebbed down its gaping jaws. Its body mauled, fur missing in large patches and long gashes from its own claws ravenged its body. "Poor Skeever must've gotten into some Ninroot, driving the poor beast mad." she sighed before putting her bow back across her back. Glancing down at the young Altmer child, "Skeever's arnt that bad, just wait until we run into a Saber." she said playfully. Taking a arrow out of her quiver, holding the ebony arrow in one hand. She had many more of the ebony arrows that were cluttered in her quiver. Tapping her finger against the tip, ebony gloves let out a loud tap as it hit against the sharp tip of the arrow.

"Wouldn't be too surprised if the Skeevers infested the college. Don't know much 'bout them, since Ash Hoppers are the closest thing to those nuisance's." she sighed. Bouncing the arrow in her grasp before she put it in the quiver. "That Erland Gray-Mane has no clue on how to work Ebony." she muttered softly to herself. Glancing at the ground, not as much snow as before. They were getting closer to the warmer part of Skyrim. Perhaps... letting out a sharp whistle that spooked a few birds. The startled birds flew away, a deep caw from a crow was the only sound. Suddenly the air shook, a deep groan echoed through the mountains. "Keep an eye peeled, he's coming." she chuckled softly.

Leah shook her head before pointing to a small mountain. A giant black creature climbed over the side, multiple limbs streached out inorder to keep its balance. A deep sound echoed out from the creature, mimicking the sound Leah made. The khajiit smiled softly underneath her helm, watching as the giant Silt Strider made its way twords the two. A deep purr rumbled in her throat as it approached, waiting until it knelt down to race over to the massive insect-like creature. Climbing up onto its back through the mass of long limbs. Hopping over the saddle before gripping the giant plates of armor on the Silt Striders body. Climbing over to its neck before sitting down atop of its neck. Dusty let out a deep sound, turning its attention to the Altmer child instead of its master. Suddenly its attention tore to Dex, the hound yapped before climbing up onto the Silt striders saddle like it was nothing. The pair was so used to climbing up the giant beast that it became almost routine.

Leah cracked a soft gein before pointing to 'the saddle', aka the area that the cargo and the people was put. Taking off her helm before letting out a sigh of relief before tossing it, landing inside a wooden crate. Letting out a bout of laughter, "Finally!" she inhailed sharply to get some air back into her lungs. Glancing at her apparel, wanting to switch out for some cozyer clothing. Turning her attention to the small Altmer, "Err sorry 'bout that, normally I never make that shot. Just sit with Dex, the ride might be bumpy."