The Two of Septims represents balance, control, juggling several tasks at once, and harmony in the midst of conflict and change. Be flexible, go with the flow, and maintain your focus during these difficult times.
12 – The Hanged Man represents sacrifice, surrender, letting go. It hints at a change, possibly in point of view, but warns the seeker to consider carefully before making a decision he or she can’t go back from.
The Queen of Staves is a natural leader, a creative woman who is not afraid to try new things. She is energetic, charismatic, and has a busy lifestyle. She is used to getting what she wants, but she is also loving and loyal.
Coranil arrived at the College of Winterhold after midnight, and the school was quiet. He had only been to the college once before, but he knew his way around. The place just wasn’t that big.
He began his search in the Hall of the Elements, planning to look for evidence in the Arch-Mage’s quarters; but the glowing orb in the lecture hall caught his eye, and for a moment, he just gaped in awe. It was glorious.
When Ben returned to the college, he found that the orb had been moved to the Hall of the Elements and was now floating above the energy well in the center of the main lecture room. Tolfdir stood at the well, gazing raptly up at the orb, with Blanche standing next to him. Ben’s stoic aunt was wizard, vampire, and Dragonborn, and Ben loved her. She was the main reason he had taken an interest in magic as a boy.
Ma would probably kill him herself if she knew he was traveling without a companion, but Ben set out alone from Winterhold the next day. When she admonished him about it and he arrived in Whiterun without incident three days later, he would say, “See? Nothing bad happened.” She’d never believe him. But it was true; he had a fairly uneventful trip from Winterhold to Whiterun.
Okay, except for the bear. But it wasn’t like he’d never killed a bear before.
And those bandits. But she and Da had taught him well. He snuck by them, and they never even knew he was there.
A/N: Sexual situations. Not suitable for children.
3E 19, 7 Hearthfire
All over the southern part of Skyrim, autumn was in full glory. Fall color dotted the landscape and set the mountains aglow, and a brisk wind blew through the air. Animals’ pelts were beginning to thicken as their winter coats started to grow in. Treks through the woods were accompanied by the sound of crunching leaves. To many, it was a magical time. But Ben was missing out on autumn this year, because there was no autumn in Winterhold. Just winter. All the time. It wasn’t so much that he minded the snow; he was just bored with it and would like to look at something a bit more colorful for a change. A blizzard had been raging all day and the snows were just easing off, but the wind still howled with temperatures well below zero.