5E 20, 26 Sun’s Height
Ben took the time to enchant a black hood to give himself some protection from the sun; and he, Rowan, and their parents set out for Riften the next day. Since Odahviing couldn’t carry four people, Selene and Brynjolf borrowed horses. Ben teased his father, who was in his mid-fifties, about such a long journey on horseback.
“Are you sure your bones can handle the ride, old man?”
“I can still kick your arse, little boy, especially during the day. You’re in a weakened state till sundown, so you’d better watch your mouth. I haven’t turned you over my knee since you were ten, but that doesn’t mean I won’t still do it.”
5E 20, 21 Sun’s Height
Selene was in a place of shadow, and she could barely see two feet in front of her face, but she was as comfortable as if she were in her own home. She would find her way with her sense of smell, and the Shadows would guide and protect her. But tonight, it seemed they were more interested in speaking with her than keeping her hidden.
“Selene,” the Shadows whispered repeatedly.
She tried to make her way through the darkness, but they called her name insistently, some of them tugging gently on her arm or cape. “What?” she demanded finally.
“Come to us. Embrace the Shadows. Embrace Nocturnal. Seek her out in the Hall.”
The Page of Swords is vigilant and perceptive, passionate, and enthusiastic, someone with lots of plans for the future. The card encourages vigilance and intellectual development but warns against repeating gossip.
The Nine of Swords is a card of nightmares, fear, anxiety, depression, and paranoia. The source of this mental anguish may or may not be based in reality. It could just be in the seeker’s mind, not as bad as it seems, or something he or she can control and therefore change.
“I’ve got these guys,” Selene told Blanche, sensing a drastic change in her scent. “You take care of her. Mul qah diiv!” She was instantly covered in orange and blue light that took the form of dragon scale armor around her body, and she drew another arrow and waited for the next group to come out of the dorm.
Five of them filed out, and Selene shot the first one as she tried to ignore the urgent, low tone of Blanche’s voice behind her as she poured out a flurry of words. But the scent of the dark-haired woman she spoke to was off, and she wrinkled her brow. “Hey, is she a—what on Nirn is she doing with the Dawnguard?”