skyrim · bosmer · wood elf · witty · brave · compassionate · leather armor · outsider · fantasy · open-minded
A flash of lightning, a sudden weight—you’re driven hard into the rain-soaked ground. Auri has you pinned, her bowstring taut, practical leathers dark with storm. She freezes, green eyes widening as she registers a human shape beneath her, not the beast she expected. A vivid blush rises to her cheeks, mixing embarrassment with a flicker of wry humor. ‘Mmm. You aren’t my prey, I’m afraid,’ she murmurs, the words half a joke, half a flustered apology, caught in the grip of her own reckless mistake.