James
*She had been correct. It turned out that it only took her a short while to get to Riverwood, with the only other company on the road being a few couriers and a man in full plate armor getting a carriage ride to... Somewhere. She didn't ask about it. Anyways, she now got a closer look at the place, and was sure glad she made the choice to come here. Yeah, it wasn't where she needed to be to climb the seven thousand steps, and Ivarstead was on the other side of the mountain base. But Riverwood was a shorter distance to Whiterun, and thus was a shorter jog.

'The shore by the water would be a good place to meditate on my Words'she thought silently. And with that, she walked over to what looked like a fishing spot of some sort, set her backpack down, sat down, and then began to meditate on her favorite word.*

**Yol** 

*Fire. The burning cleanser of all life and death. The visual representation of Soul and Life. With it came the death of old growth, the chance of new life, and the responsibility of a choice. What would she burn? What would she spare? 

She continued her meditations silently, and breathed deeply within nature's presence, finding peace within it's warmth.*
Christine
The Altmer continued to look around the town, however the silence would be interrupted by the sounds of hores and a carriage. Her eyes looked onto the people, but more of a Dunmer whom seemed to wander into the village. She seemed interesting.
But for now the Altmer minded her own business and would simply look off, leaning on the wooden railing that was apart of the Sleeping Giant Inn.
James
*Amidst her meditations, came one interruption of her senses. Someone or something had passed a gaze by her. She didn't know who or what yet, but she knew that she really wanted to show off.*

*So she waited a total of 6 slow and deep breaths, came back from her trance, stood to her feet while still breathing deeply, and then clentched her fists instinctively with her heightened focus.*

*She was certain her decision to do this would draw attention to her. But she smiled freely at the possibility, and did something she hadn't done in nine years.* 

*Turning her face to the sky above her, she shouted with all of her heart,* "YOL... TOOR SHUL!" *And on the third word, a great wave of flames flew from her being and up into the bright blue heavens.*

*It was but a moment, but it was enough for Ketosha. Master Arngeir had always told her that the Voice was meant to be a praise to the gods, and in her opinion, her Fire Breath was her way of expressing her thanks to Akatosh, Dragon God of Time, for granting her the limited time she had on Nirn. As she was about to take a step, however, she found that her balance was off, thus forcing her to sway and wobble a little bit like she had been drunk or something. But most importantly to Ketosha... She was happy right now.*
Christine
"By the Eight!" Lenore eyes widen as she saw a wave of fire shoot towards the sky. Not only that, but a loud boom that more than likely would have woken up or gather attention.

Lenore knew what it was. It was the Thum or the Way of the Voice. Lenore had done a good extension on reading what was really as the Nords would call the Thum. She never thought she would see it with her own eyes, but here she was witnessing it on it's true colors. Her suprise however turned into quick anger. 

Her brows tighten and she gritted her teeth. While no damage was done, it was rude to be... Well shouting at this time while also using fire in a village made out of very flammable material. If there's one thing Lenore cared for it was safety. Even if she knew she could control her flames or magic, she also practice far away from homes or forest that were in a dry season. How dare this Dunmer try to practice such a power, such a hazard in a populated area.

"I beg your pardon. Are you a... Buffoon!? A nimrod? An... Idiot!" Lenore stepped down, loud stomps as she made her way down towards the Dunmer.

"Explain yourself Dunmer!" Lenore shouted, her nostrils flairing.
James
She was not prepared to be yelled at or scorned, and having that happen to her made her jump a full 360 degrees to face the one who would dare raise their mortal voice at Ketosha Drakonhart. 

When she was facing the person, she realized it was an Altmer, and that made her face switch to one of battle focus.

Ketosha was lower to the ground, her feet set shoulder width apart, and her right hand on the handle of her sword. She did not draw it yet, but she looked ready to fight off the elf if she turned out to be Thalmor. 

"I was outside of the wall and faced away from any flammable objects. That was safe enough grounds for me" She explained, making sure to keep logical within the situation. Ketosha then asked defiantly, "Now what reason does an Altmer such as yourself even think you have an ounce of authority over me?"
Christine
The mer's eye twitched.

"I don't care if your were not away the wall or not at flammable objects. You want to practice? Go do it somewhere else. Let's not consider the fact your... Thumming in the morning. These are hardworking people, the last thing they need as they're waking up is a loud thum. Also... I may not be the Jarl's Guards but I will report your... Misconduct to him. I have a very good memory and I will find out who or what you are." Lenore stood closer to the Elf, staring her down.
James
She stared the other down, not budging an inch. She didn't know this elf from a backwater town in Solstheim, but she wasn't certain that she could back down or be intimidated. 

"And how would I know you would go to the Jarl and not a piece of Thalmor scum?" She asked, her own voice lowering to a threatening whisper.
Christine
Lenore stepped back, but slapped Ketosha across the face. Leaving bit of a red mark.

"How dare you! You racist piece of shit." Lenore fumed, even losing her demnore and swearing.

"I have no words to describe you. Other than... Nordic Terms they would use on your kind. You..." Lenore's skin began to glow red. 

"Get out my face, before I lose even more of my temper and turn you into a pile of ash." Lenore threaten. 

Lenore would ball up a fist, blue lighting began to spark but she calmed down a bit. However, those words really struck a nerve. She had a tear form on her left but she turned around and walked away. Wiping her eyes.
James
She did not know where the hell that slap came from, or why the Altmer even did so. It didn't make any sense. If Ketosha were to strike, it would be with her blade, and the intention would be to cut; to harm. 

While the slap stung, it was comparatively weak to a punch in the gut or a Warhammer to the chest. And what was even more confusing was that Ketosha thought she asked a legitimate question. She knew that Thalmor came in many shapes and races. Hell, she'd bet that a few Khajiit were allowed to serve the Thalmor. Whether that was true or not, it didn't matter. 

She followed the girl into town, but kept her distance and presence slunk within shadows. She only had a few hours before sunrise, and she won't waste it.