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It's cold.
It's freezing cold, cold to the bones, swimming in Arctic waters cold.
Which is, you know, exactly what he's doing, so that figures.
Choosing to live is something you have to do every day
The cantina is pretty empty except for two elves drinking together in one corner. One of them lifts her head when they walk in and says, "Hey, new blood. Make yourselves at home, here, the banquet tables are free and if you want anything in particular just let me know." The other elf turns to look over her shoulder at them too but doesn't say anything.
better_in_song
They make their way to the banquet table, then, and start picking from a pretty wide selection of options. "So... how exactly does that work, the whole... no memory thing?"
winter_held
"Dunno," he says cheerfully. "I just woke up in the water then..." And he tells Onmund the whole story, eliding a bit over the part related to the missing students.
winter_held
"You tell me. But yeah apparently I know half a dozen spells and have no idea how or why and certainly not a smidge of theory, not even what the schools of magic are. I'll have a time catching up."
better_in_song
He blushes terribly and decides his food looks very interesting. "...most people in Skyrim would... not be okay with you saying things like that."
better_in_song
Omnom not looking up. "Like... saying I'm pretty. If nothing else men aren't meant to be pretty..."
better_in_song
"Yeah. It's..." More food. "I'm, I think magic is for me, but it would be a lie to say that mages being much less concerned with that wasn't a part of the decision."
