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shadows-of-almsivi · 7 years ago

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((8. Did they have pets as a child? Do they have pets as an adult? Do they like animals?

Moraelyn adores animals. As a child, Moraelyn was given a nix-hound named Aket, whom he absolutely adored. Aket followed him everywhere (or at least tried to, like this time here), carried notes and small items for him in a little pack-satchel, and could do a couple simple tricks, like hooting a basic rote melody (see here also). Aket slept beside Moraelyn’s bed, until it caught a fever from a cliffracer attack and had to be put down. That stayed with Moraelyn for quite a long time, as you’d imagine.

As an adult, he’s had several pets, most often a succession of dogs while in Cyrodiil. He’s very fond of dogs, being somewhat like nix-hounds in some ways as they are, and takes great pleasure in training them well. He’s always quite saddened by the short lifespan of dogs in comparison to nix-hounds, though, and it always comes as a tragic surprise for him when they grow old so quickly.

He also tends to think of his horses as pets, which sometimes they are; he’s been known to keep horses that he could not possibly hope to ride, simply for the companionship. For a while, when he was holed up in a shack in Skingrad, he made something of a hobby of rescuing and rehabilitating lost and feral horses he found in the woods (though I wouldn't call those horses necessarily retrained or broken in at all; that was never really his goal).

Lately, in Falkreath, he's spent rather a lot of time trying to gain the trust of the resident hawk that nests near his house. He has a curious relationship with his beehives, whose tenants oddly refuse to sting him (he doesn't think it strange, but he also has no frame of context and may think that all bees are as gentle to everyone.)

9. Do animals like them? Do they get on well with animals?

Answered here!

14. Do they have any specific memories of food/a restaurant/meal?

Several; many of his fondest memories of childhood centre around family and food, and flavor remains the sense most often tied to pleasant recollection. This goes partway to explaining his somewhat-disproportionate vitriol over terrible cooking in taverns and dining establishments. It feels almost like a personal affront to have a well-remembered dish served badly, as if it was tainting the very memory the food was previously associated with.

One memory in particular, selected at random: once when he was very small, probably three or four, his father brought him along to the outpost offices for the Order of the Inquisition while he took care of some urgent business with his superiors. Moraelyn was left with a colleague, an Ordinator of lower rank with flaming red hair; Moraelyn never saw her without her mask, but would remember her by her hair for many years, recalling with it the taste of the soursalt plums she’d given him, dusted in marshmerrow and yam sugar. Even when he did not consciously recollect the connection, the image of his father’s mask (so alike to any other of the Order of the Inquisiton) would bring with it the taste of sweet-sour candied plums well into adulthood.

22. What are their favourite insults to use? What do they insult people for? Or do they prefer to bitch behind someone’s back?

It’s important to make sure that your insults are clear enough to cross multiple cultural and linguistic barriers, yet subtle enough to confuse the offended party just long enough to get away if you need to. To this end, Moraelyn’s favorite insults are elaborate and opaque iterations on the theme of “dogfucker”. Works just as well from High Rock to Black Marsh.

If nothing immediately presents itself as a good enough vehicle for his outrage (a rare occurrence), he will search for some detail he can make use of: their manners, possibly, or some glance he does not like, or their intelligence, or bad cooking, or an outstanding debt, or their background or worship in some way or another (he is a Dunmer, still, of an age especially prone to prejudices, and having been made to be on the wrong side of the races of men too often besides). He will aim unswervingly for the jugular. He also tends to use insults as in-joke pet names and expressions of affection with those he cares for, so that can make things confusing.

Moraelyn will bitch behind someone’s back, Moraelyn will bitch directly in front of someone, Moraelyn will bitch right to their busted face, Moraelyn will bitch to himself alone in a field, Moraelyn will bitch to trees, there is no opportunity to bitch that Moraelyn will not take. How he will bitch, specifically, and about what, is always a fun treat to witness.

32. What do they dress like? What sorta shops do they buy clothes from? Do they wear the fashion that they like? What do they wear to sleep? Do they wear makeup? What’s their hair like?

Fuck, that’s so many bits… Okay, let’s see here:

Currently, Moraelyn dresses like a travelling tailor fell through a hedgewitch’s wardrobe on the way to a funeral. He mostly wears traditional Dunmeri mourning robes (black silken robes richly embroidered in golden designs, a kind of wearable ongoing art project to channel grief, constructed of spidercloth in place of the traditional moth-silk due to availability), layered with anything else he can wear to ward away the cold. He recently got himself some warm fur and woolen items, so that helps. Poor thing feels the cold so badly, especially when he’s underweight.

Most often, he makes all his own clothes, or at least heavily tailors clothing that he finds, receives in barter, or acquires from certain parties who won’t be needing them anymore. The closest thing to an answer shop-wise would be a furriers deep in the Grey Quarter, or a couple of the more familiar Khajiiti trading caravans who usually have something nice for him. He despises Nord fashions mostly, keeping mainly to items of elven make if possible, and keeping warm for a bargain price is worth any amount of aftermarket tailoring and mending.

Moraelyn makes do with what’s available, more concerned lately with survival than appearance (though only barely). The climate keeps him from his ideal wardrobe: flowing belt-lashed tunics and light kresh-linen skirts in summer, layered dress robes and long, nehru-collared jackets in the cooler months, adorned in a series of shawls and pauldron-draping scarves as he used to back in his 30s. He holds out hope that perhaps the summers in Skyrim’s southern holds will be moderately acceptable, but really, he knows he’ll likely need to move very far south indeed before he can be comfortable in those sorts of things.

Nothing. He likes feeling soft sheets or warm furs on his skin, he’s very tactile. Unless, of course, he’s sleeping in an inn he does not trust, or out in the wild, or simply too exhausted, in which case he just sleeps in whatever clothes he fell into bed wearing.

Moraelyn is a lifelong adherent to makeup regimens, and will basically never be seen without at least a little kohl on him. Times are hard, and have been for some time, so frequently kohl is as far as it goes, though he’s found ways to make do with wood-ash and other home remedies for other cosmetic needs, and every now and then he happens upon a little eyeshadow that works for him. A good lip tint is still eluding him, though; he’s a difficult person to find colours for.

Moraelyn’s hair has a rather particular texture to it, glossy and relatively fine yet somehow simultaneously thick, a little like heavily conditioned horsemane. It’s very soft and straight, just like his father’s, and he loves it dearly. He’s kept it in the exact style his father cut it into upon his induction into the novitiate ranks as an Ordinator, for some 200-odd years; it tends to make him stand out more often than he’d like, being such a markedly outdated style even to the Dunmer, but he’d never dream of changing it. It curls and waves when it’s damp or humid; he looks very, very much like his mother when it does so. It’s very slightly starting to grey, here and there; it’s hardly noticeable, but he sees it, and it utterly kills him. He dyes it back to an even blue-black as often as he’s able to find the right ingredients, or at the very least putting a little spare ink through his hair to cover the grey hairs a while.))

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lavenderleafdesigns-blog · 6 years ago

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🌿🕷🕸 Look at this magical little spider web I found in the woods!!! Nature's tiny little crafter!!! I just love how it glistens in the sun and is so intricately woven!!! Lord knows spiders creep me out,...but they sure are talented little artists,....maybe I can just start thinking of them as little artists instead of bugs,... that might help them be cuter!!! 😂 Someday I shall be ok with spiders,.... I guess if you think about it, they catch all of the other gross bugs so I should keep them around! They catch all of the moths so they don't eat my clothes! I should just keep one as a pet by every door and window! 😂 Maybe if I make some super tiny fuzzy little costume and headband for them, they will be less scary,... I could dres them up as little tiny Llamas perhaps! 😂 Ok,... now I am going to have to find a big magnifying glass to create some little tiny spider clothes! 😂 I guess that can be my new craft, spider bedazzlement! 😂 Can this be a new thing!?!? I mean people probably made fun of the first dog in a costume,... Why not dress up spiders!? 😂 . . #letsdressupspiders #spiderclothes #spiders #web #spiderweb #spider #creepy #halloweencostume #mommyblogger #nature #mothernature #artist #natureart #art #forest #adventure #outdoors #goodvibes #sunshine #science #photography #naturephotography #outdoorphotography #potd #insect #spiderphotography #nofilter #trees #woods #woodland (at St. Louis) https://www.instagram.com/p/BopE6Hsna3d/?utm_source=ig_tumblr_share&igshid=wc68nq6chojd

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