A young-ish girl of about 18 runs off the boat much to chagrin of her yelling mother. Her father says nothing, isn't even paying attention, and she herself is much too interested in starting her adventure to care about sensoring herself for her mother.

"Noel, come on, let's goooooo."

A man of, at minimum, 21 walks with the strain of will to behave, carrying their few bags and sedately walking down the gangplank to the redhead. 

The human workers are lighting lamps, illuminating the way to the stairs climbing up to Solitude, though off the main pier there's several Argonians just working in the dark, their eyes flashing yellow in the warm light.

She thinks this is utterly cool, and once Kahn catches up to her, she goes to rush off in the direction of not her parents, but her mother catches her arm.

                       "Can you act like a lady Eisa? For once in your life?"

"I'm sorry, do you have something you'd like me to say?"

Eisa's tone is politely threatening, and her eyes dare her mother to challenge her, promising sweet vengeance upon her shortly thereafter. But her mother knows exactly what Eisa has on her, and has no interest in them being public knowledge, so she lets her go.

                       "Be back here at this port in three months, no later. Understood?"

"Yes mother. Come on Kahn, let's go, I'm positively shaking with anticipation to get to Whiterun."

Kahn pretends to have not listened in to the discourse and nods his head, leading the way to find a stable from which to buy a horse to carry their things, make their journey easier.

The stable is at the edge of the sprawl of buildings and gardens around Solitude's main entrance, before it fades into the nearby farms. It's properly night, now, and the stable master isn't outside.

"We'll have to stay the night here Miss Junius."

She rolls her eyes and bites back the reminder that he has the right to call her by her first name and looks around for something resembling somewhere to stay.

There's a cheap-looking boarding house near the stables with a sign worn until it can't be read, and a somewhat rowdy inn (The Laughing Albatross) at the docks that they passed on the way up, and a nicer inn for travelers with money in the market district just inside the walls (The Winking Skeever), and then an inn attached to the Bard's College, and a less notable scattering of places ranging from exceptionally nice (an inn in the Blue Palace district for visiting nobility) to holes in the wall.

She considers the part of her that really wants to go to the rowdy inn to experience some actual life, but while she's still in the same city as them, she should go to the inn in the Blue Palace district, her mother would have her head if she dishonoured the family by going to some lesser place of dwelling. So she nods her head and leads the way to the inn for nobility. Noel, obviously, follows his mistress.

It's expensive, though not as expensive as a comparable inn would be in Cyrodiil, and rather nice. A bit Nordic in a very 'rich tourist' sort of way.

The money is of no consequence, she has a ridiculous abundance of it, but she mourns the loss of culture that she cannot experience here. Oh well, she walks up to someone she could presumably pay for two rooms and plasters on her most pleasant smile.

"Greetings."

"Evening," he says, sounding a bit bored.

"Two rooms please."

She is unfazed by the mans boredom, she herself is incredibly bored already. Noel ruffles slightly behind her as if to demand her some respect but he doesn't ruffle much.

Two rooms can be acquired, after some basic questions about bed arrangements and bonus amenities.

She just wants the beds, she has no interest in food, neither does Noel, and they plan to leave in the morning as soon as it is light out.

It's fairly quick and easy to get that arranged, then.

Good. She pays as quickly as is possible without rushing and hopes she can just go straight up to her room. She does not want to bump into her parents if she can help it.

That's entirely possible.

The room: is nicely appointed, with all the amenities she requested. It's the same stone as the downstairs, in a similar old Nordic style, but it's an overall cozy effect. The fire is already blazing in her room's hearth when she arrives.

She is glad for the warmth but not very interested in anything but sleeping away her sea legs, she very quickly dresses to sleep, does her hair so it will easily fall into curls when she wakes, and snuggles into the bed, quickly fast asleep.

The night passes uneventfully. Her dreams are a bit restless and odd - flying over snowy mountains - but the room's much the same when she wakes.

The dreams are definitely odd, she's never really dreamed very much before, not that she can recall, but she yawns and goes about getting dressed for the day, freeing her hair, all of her normal morning routine. When done, she travels to wake up Noel, whose door she has to knock of for a solid 5 minutes before he answers, rumpled and half asleep but dressed. She then leads the way downstairs to get them breakfast.

Breakfast is an array of things that promise to be 'traditional Nordic fare' and mostly manage being blandly inoffensive.

She gets a modest plate of food and sits down to eat delicately.

He gets a heaping mound of food, pays for both with money Eisa gave him and sits down to tear into the meal with no civility or manners, much like a wild animal.