Nerevar and Voryn had been walking across the lush grazelands all day, their peace only disturbed by an Alit or two. Nerevar had been strangely lost in thought the whole time ever since they left Fyr. Voryn did not know what Nerevar and the Telvanni had discussed, but it appeared to have left a deep impression on his companion. All of a sudden, Nerevar stepped closer and leaned his elbow on Voryn's shoulder. "Whoa!" Voryn exclaimed, looking back at his friend, whose handsome face with the sharp eyes was entirely too close. "What's going on?" He tried to not let it get to him. He had no sense of propriety or boundaries and it was a welcome change of pace compared to court life in the Great Houses. "Hey yo, Voryn" Nerevar began, not bothering with formalities as usual. "Let's go team up with Dumac and throw the Nord out of Morrowind, ya?" Voryn sought Nerevar's eyes, but the bright blue jewels looked back at him firmly, giving no indication of jest or insincerity. Throwing the Nord out of Morrowind and reclaiming their freedom was one thing, but allied with the Dwemer? How was that possible. Suddenly, Nerevar blinked and muttered: "Whoa, dude, your hair is so soft. Can I touch it?" Voryn blushed violently, but could not bring himself to shake him off and reprimand him. He enjoyed the attention too much. "You're already too close," he groaned, not quite managing to sound convincing. Nerevar grinned back at him, unfazed, until Voryn looked away. "Stupid sexy Nerevar," he thought to himself.

These were the days of Resdaynia, before Chimer and Dwemer lived under the foolish and evil rule of the ALMSIVI #morrowind #tes3 #nerevar #voryn #nerevoryn