WHO: Serana and Ysmir WHERE: Ysmir's forge WHEN: November 17, afternoon WHAT: General snark, mild unintentional flirting, chatting, sweaty Nord Dragon boy WARNINGS: None for now... will change as needed STATUS: In progress
So far Serana's transition to this new land referred to as Tumbleweed, Texas had been a bit of a task. It was still challenging for Serana to make connections in this new world. It was vastly different from Skyrim in so many ways. She was not used to all of the technology and it took time for her to read through all of network conversations. Not that she really needed to read through them, but many of them were quite amusing and she liked keeping up with others even if she wasn't talking with them. Serana did not respond to others unless she felt in the mood to strike up a conversation. She did suspect it would make her transition a little easier if she'd step out a little more, but so far she really just wanted to acclimate herself to Ysmir's home before venturing too far.
Serana would be forever grateful to him for allowing her to reside in his home. It wasn't the first time she had required a place to sleep, but this was different in that she figured this would be her permanent residence while there. That was assuming they had no falling out.
Ah hahaha! Why would you ever have a falling out with Ysmir? Serana merely grinned at herself as she thought this to herself. He was her dearest and most loyal friend. Any argument could easily be resolved. Serana wasn't that stubborn.
She had refamiliarized herself the manor, because it was just slightly different from the house back in Skyrim. It was Lakeview, but it was different somehow. She had been in Tumbleweed nearly two weeks, and she counted herself fortunate every day that she had Ysmir there to guide her. It wasn't easy for the recently-turned-back-to-human-ex-vampire to live in such a strange world. She was used to very different circumstances. At least here she felt she had a second chance where only her friend knew of her past.
She followed the hallways through the house, finding her way outside toward the forge. It was beginning to get colder. Nothing Serana couldn't handle. She pulled out a pair of sunglasses she had bought (these things were wonderful) and put them on before pulling the hood of her jacket over her head. Some things would never change, and one of them was Serana's need to cover her head when outside. When she reached the forge she would her friend diligently working. A little grin cropped up across her lips, "You're going to overheat yourself if you're not careful, Dragon Boy."