Gina
"A bath" 
"Yes, he needs a bath.."
"Take a bath you sponge!"

Askeladd did not know why "*Sponge*" Was always the insult they insisted on, but it was getting on his nerves

 "Shut. Up you banshees..." He mouthed softly to himself. He did his best to ignore the voices and their yapping, focusing his mind on the sound of the crunching snow beneath his foot falls. He had just returned from a two day field study; an expedition of a Nordic ruin not far from the college

He was wearing nothing out of the ordinary, a dark wool coat, layered over a thick grey cotton shirt which was belted at the waist. Black pants, boots and a large fur mantle held securely at the front with a bronze cloak pin. Following his step was a black wolf, just slightly larger than usual, the only indication of it being a conjured animal were its eyes which smoldered with a blue, ghostly light 

Askeladd made his way over to one of the stone benches along the tiled walkway that encircled the courtyard. Taking a seat to rest a moment. He peered out through a large arched window at the seemingly infinite expanse of ice. He enjoyed it here, a quiet sanctuary at the edge of the world. Food, a bed and a comfortable place to piss. There was little else a man could need really. His summoned hound sat by his feet, curling up comfortably on the stone
Ronnie
A portal opens suddenly, a flash of bluish purple light, revealing a lush land, it's not fully visible but khajiit workers can be seen in the background, gathering tall plants and hauling them onto drawn carts, laughing can be heard, as a khajiit enters the portal, his robes making it fairly obvious who it is, the Arch-Mage

"*Tonsh jer pofa, trevan! Ahziss kefa kaaka jer saj!*" He says in Ta'agra. He's carrying a earthenware jar the lid fastened on with thin rope wrapping around the jar vertically, "Ah! Hello there, Alfhilde, isn't it? Not many students who match the description of Fiery much like I've heard of you!" He says with a jolly laugh, he looks over, taking notice of the Nord walking into the courtyard, giving him a wave. He scratches the back of his head, "Never quite get used to the temperature shock when exiting portals, it's an extreme difference, makes my fur crawl."
Jason
Alfhilde continued to write in her journal. Hearing footsteps, she looked up for a moment to see someone returning to the college, though she didn't think too much of it. Before she had the chance for her gaze to return to her book, she gasped as a portal opened up right in front of her, physically recoiling back some. She held her hands a bit in front of her chest, though rolled her eyes once she realized who it was, rubbing her face some with her cold glove.

"A-Arch-Mage, I thought I met death for a moment. I-I'm... Not used to those portals of yours." She said, smiling softly.
She hadn't got many opportunities to speak to the Arch-Mage, but she always liked him. The friendly khajiit was incredibly intelligent, and always made the air around the college a little more positive.
She stood up from where she was seated so she didn't appear to be disrespectful, wiping the snow from her bottom and sticking her journal back down in her pack beside her.

Seeing the Arch-Mage wave in the direction of the returning Nord, she decided to get a better look at him while they were both standing near enough to him. Dark hair, dark eyes. Quite dirty. 'He looks like he could use a bath.' She thought to herself, stifling a chuckle. She returned her attention to Jo'Del.

"Arch-Mage Jo'Del, what have you brought from your travels?"
Gina
His eyes met Alfhildes gaze for a moment. He often met gazes of the other students here, but not much would come from it. Opting to generally be on his own, he never made the effort to start conversations with them, even though deep down he may have wanted to

*"Her head is on fire!"*
 *"Do you smell burning?.."*
 *"Quickly, Put her out"*
*"Throw a pale of water onto her! She'll thank you for it!"*

Before Askeladd could even register the absurdity of the voices chattering. Something happened; The air about the place had changed, something powerful filled the space in the courtyard. A portal suddenly flashed open near its center drawing his attention. A small feline stepped out and begun speaking loudly to the red haired women 

Ah yes, he knew this cat. The arch mage. A fact Askeladd learned the hard way during his first week here when he tried to pet the creature, believing them to be an ordinary animal. Imagine his surprise when a voice came from it. He did not return the cats wave but he did reply 

"Arch-mage.." He acknowledged "Your flare for the dramatic never ceases to impress me" He said rather unimpressed. He spoke clear and moderately. The first few times Askeladd was undoubtedly shocked by the cats powerful displays of magic, but after six years its difficult to even feign surprise. But regardless he did recognize the cat as an extraordinary mage

He did not stand at attention as Alfhilde did. Instead he reached down to comfort the hound which had become agitated by the flash of the grand spell "Easy Bram... You couldn't do shit to him anyway"
Ronnie
He laughs, "I gave Mirabelle a sure firght the other day, I came out of the portal in my Senche-Raht, form. Imagine it, a massive tiger stepping through a portal!" He has a large smile on his face, "She almost hit me with a firebolt!" He sighs, "I'm thinking of getting her a gift, maybe some fruits... Or perhaps some wine, I'll have to head down to Solitude for that, though." 

He shakes his head, then looks back at Askeladd, "It's not dramatic it's just convenient, I like seeing the world! I quite like getting ingredients from the source, instead of trade caravans, they never understand how quickly ingredients go stale." He sighs, a slight frown growing on his face, "And ever since the Battlespire was shut down it's harder to get ingredients from Oblivion, and especially more dangerous."
Jason
"Honey cakes." Alfhilde said softly, though realized those words alone may cause confusion. "Ah, sorry... It's just that, well... Honey cakes with clotted cream, it's a dish from our homeland. Nothing they'd ever have here, far too delicate... Can't get very much chocolate on this end of Tamriel. She may like a Rose and Rye as well." She smiled softly. "I don't get to have many Breton treats, those are the only ones I know of well. My mothers favorites. I've never even seen High Rock before." She admitted. "Perhaps a portal would be handy for me."

She glanced over towards the quiet Nord again, watching him comfort the wolf beside him. She couldn't help but continue staring. He looked like a common warrior. A mercenary her father would share a drink with. She furrowed her brow some. She wondered how much magic he knew, and if he knew more than her.
She decided to approach him rather boldly, like a bolt of fire. She had to tilt her head up to get a good look at him up close, though she didn't invade his personal space and stayed a reasonable distance away.

"What is your name?" She asked. "I've never seen you before." She said, lacing her fingers and folding her hands politely in front of her.
She was a strange little woman up close. Her features were mostly delicate, her face regal though sharp like most Bretons, though her accent, name and hair had her appear rather Nordic.
Chad
"Kick the feline... Kick it hard..."*
 *"Imagine the distance he'd fly!"*

For a reason unknown to Askeladd, the voices where obsessed with the idea of punting the arch-mage. It was bizarre.
"And I suppose you'll retire to your quarters now? Or have to come to pluck up a student for one of your tasks?" He asked. Askeladd was strangely comfortable around the arch-mage, perhaps it was his form that made talking to him so simple. 

 *"She's coming over..."*
*"Why is the fire women coming closer?"*
 *"Jump out the window before it's too late! The ice will break your fall!"*
*"Shh!- Listen... She speaks..."* 

The voices always seemed to become more frantic when someone new was present. It made thinking hard, and speaking even harder. Askeladd looked up, meeting the small women's gaze once again. Vibrant haired, pale skin, a lithe frame. Her appearance was certainly befitting of a mage

He allowed a moment to pass before he spoke. "Askeladd..." He responded. His expression was far from welcoming but neither was it hostile, it was difficult to pin-point. "No, I guess you wouldn't of" He paused "I'm not around the college much." From this distance his features where more clear. High cheek bones, broad but slightly angular jaw, as well as an odd grayish-ness to his otherwise tan skin. He smelt most distinctly of Coffee, sweet tobacco, and campfire, along with other minor notes of musk and earth

*"She's dangerous..."*
 *"She seems sweet"*

The voices contradicted each other as they normally did. He found it hard to form the next words, but he forced something out. "And your name?" He asked, his voice becoming low as he spoke to the red haired Breton