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It had been indeed a long time since they had been in any city. The business with Vankoryth Detente had soured her beloved to anything like this. Thus she had constructed what could be classed as an ultimate Ice Citadel. A labour of pure love, but as days turned into months, and months into years she had found rather than being warmed by being around a place that was recognizable instead she had felt homesick. At first the Falmer now Vampire had ignored it, but it dug itself deep, tormenting her, until she finally decided she could not be in a place that was so remiscent of Skyrim. For better or for worse, she had travelled through the night to attempt to find a place.

It had taken time, it had taken diligence but she eventually discovered on the continent of Issunar a perfect haven. A place called Lutetia, it was almost remiscent to her home minus the cold. Of course she had never lived in cities like this so it would be perfect, but with fear of werewolves, vampires and other supernatural horrors this place was utterly perfectly. Yes folks were more active against them but they were far easier prey. In fact before leaving she had discovered a couple that had been trying to get alone time. Tiaan was merciful she broke both their necks before sinking her fangs into the neck and drinking deep of the dark ambrosia. Of course it had reinvigorated her, her eyes glowing crimson, feasting aggressively upon them both before setting them together side by side hands held.

She was a hopeless romantic, she could not help it.

After that she she had told Drisela and they had moved, of course Tiaan could not quite take the heart to destroy the Ice Citadel, thus it remained. Let someone else find a home in it.

Back to the present she found a spot placing them down before gently gesturing with her fingertips, a coldness echoed and formed into foundations, before eclipsing in solid ice pillars down each hallway with statues of them in congress for a centrepiece. Tiaan being a Falmer that of a snow elf had a talent for using Ice, her Magical Ice was stronger and even more hardy than normal ice. Thus the intricacies she built up with her powers were more like polished marble than Ice.

With that done she beamed her fangs showing. It was hard to believe such gentle features had what amounted to a dark cruel monster, but despite being now something she had once abhorred, Tiaan had kept her nature. It was probably one of the reasons Drisela had softened, since Tiaan Shyrias was very much tender in her speech. There was conviction. Tiaan had once been a politician for Religious Caste, but she was also exceptionally learned. Thus she understood there was more deities than ones she had heard of in the cities of Falmer.

Tragically Tiaan was adift much of her people had become monsters twisted and abused by a race they had trusted. The Dwemer. Tiaan bear these scars, but she hid them with glamor. There was much depth to her and though submissive in how she acted, she was a secret dominant. For Drisela she was a switch. A powerful fire raged in her, oddly enough. It had not been a difficult choice to become a vampire, it had been more difficult to forget her love before though... Kat...

Sometimes she would find herself thinking back to those lost moments.

Right now Drisela would likely see her beloved deep in thought, maybe even reading her mind. A victim, a survivor, someone who cared... someone who loved... someone who tried to do right thing... her graceful features and pale blue skin, so inviting. Alluring. Yet even Drisela knew she still had regrets and wished she could have done more to save her people...