Snippet #2149814

Adanion:

Adanion stood patiently in the procession of various people, feeling rather odd and uncomfortable. They were all very exotic, foreign, and strange above all else, but he imagined he appeared the same to them. Adanion craned his neck in the direction of the main gate. His viridian gaze settled upon two newcomers. A duo that seemed to have aptitude in the darker arts as far as Adanion could tell. There was a man; tall, lean, and fair. And, a woman; clothed in a robe that vaguely reminded him of a raven's glossy black feathers.

As he stared, the man caught his gaze. As their eyes met, chills went racing down Adanion's spine. His eyes. They were so ethereal. They seemed to have no color at all. Adanion snapped his head back in the direction of the office, not able to endure the odd sensations that ran along his fingertips anymore. Just in time it seemed.

"Next!" A voice from within the room beckoned, and Adanion heeded. As he entered the office, Adanion was not suprised to see an Imperial woman sitting behind a large desk. Imperials were very good with paperwork and other things of that sort, so it only seemed natural that we would have one leading the guild. The desk she sat behind was crafted from a dark species of wood. Perhaps Elderwood or Ebonoak, but definitely imported from Valenwood. Carved into it, were many intricate symbols, but one stood out to Adanion. Upon the upper-right leg of the table, a man stood, eternally embossed into the wood. For some reason, the figure seemed familiar to him, but it was so heavily veiled. Like a memory from a dream.

Adanion stared curiously at it for a moment before returning his eyes to the Imperial woman, who already seemed to be losing patience with him. Sheepishly, Adanion sat down in one of the chairs placed in front of the table. He began to feel extremely shy, and he couldn't seem to look her in the eyes. Her very presence was commanding, and Adanion found himself to be so small—or at least small is the only term that would come to mind—in comparison.

"I—I am not sure where we should begin. I guess I will fill out anything that you need of me." Adanion said quietly, but hopefully loud enough for the woman to hear him. As he sat, he imagined what a fool he must seem like. The Bashful Bosmer. The thought made Adanion smile a bit, though his gaze remained fixated upon his legs.