Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24510587-20180306200349/@comment-24510587-20180307085546

(Here we go chaps)

It was a surprisingly sunny afternoon in Riften, considering it was a winter day. It wasn't cold enough yet in the Rift for snowfall, so it had been raining for most of the week, but today the clouds had cleared. Just in time for the North Wind's Prayer festival. All across the city, there were people preparing for the festivities, decorating their houses or setting things up for the bonfire tonight. Excitement and anticipation was buzzing in the air.

But the joyous atmosphere was somewhat soured by the sound of a heated argument. A petite, black-haired young Nord woman was bawling out at a blonde taller man, who had the ears, skin complexion and eye colour befitting of a High Elf, but otherwise looked too human to be one.

"...Mara's tits, Katja, he's my son too!" The man scolded. "I have every right to see him-"

"I don't care, Marr!" Katja shrieked. "I don't want you to show up here again, you hear me? I left because I had enough of you, so what part of "I don't want to see your face again" don't you understand?!"

"It's North Wind's Prayer, damnit!" Marr snapped. "It's one of the only days I am allowed to be off the job, and I can't even see my own son?!"

"You should stop seeing him as your son, because you've never been a part of his life and I don't want you to be!" Katja spat. "Don't come here again, or I swear to the gods, I'll have you arrested!"

Before Marr could reply, the Nord girl stormed off, leaving him alone to sigh angrily to himself.