Virgie
*As the three made their way to Whiterun, the scenery gradually transformed from a god and humid valley, to vibrant open fields teeming with wildlife. Elk ran in the vast distance and the city hold came into view. Along the roads leading up to the grand city, they came across small farms with families working the crops. Guards passed on horseback as they maintained the roads, offering light hearted salutes to the three as they passed. Amongst the bustling roads, Dotty remained unusually quiet since her struggle with the wolves from the night before. Along the road, she seemed to get swept into the recesses of her mind as her distant gaze showed moments of complete disassociation from what was going on around her. Though, as she noticed the castle of the city resting on the horizon, her green eyes seemed to return some life as they widened with excitement, and for the first time since last night, a gentle smile tugged at her lips. This was the very place she read about in the story books. A place so foreign when compared to her former life as an Innkeeper. And now, she finally got to see it with her own eyes.* "Wow... It's so pretty.." *She finally broke her silence as the group made their way up the main road, soon passing guard towers and walls that seemed to touch the sky, (in her eyes anyway). Before long, the group made their way to the main gate, where the guards opened the gates for them to allow entry.*
Queen
He looked up. 
"Nords have interesting views on construction..." He commented.

Aerin had been to Whiterun before, while it was the icon in the fields, he still thought Imperial Cities were better looking... Though he could be homesick if anything.
Cristina
She gave a shrug, she much prefered Solitude for Nord Cities. Even then, she had to agree to an extent. She found Imperial Cities more eye catching. Then again, Dotty was born and raised in a inn. I bet she doesn't even know what stonewalls looked like.

It was a shame she switched her ideas from Solitude to Winterhold of all places. Winterhold used to be a grand place until most of it was swallowed by the Collapse. 

Winterhold looked more like a barely lit ruin rather than a town or city.
Virgie
Dotty's gaze wandered over the houses of Whiterun, their Nordic architecture indeed was a rather big contrast to the more Imperial cities she had read about in her books. She took in the stonewalls, the wooden beams, and the thatched roofs, marveling at the craftsmanship that went into their construction and comparing it all to the little sleepy town she was raised in. The city felt so alive, a vibrant hub of activity nestled in the heart of Skyrim.

But then, her attention was drawn to the iconic Dragon's Reach. Its towering presence seemed to watch over the city like some sort of inanimate God. The stories she had heard, the tales she heard seemed almost fantastical. Yet, in the midst of this bustling city, it felt like a relic of a bygone era.

"I've read somewhere that Dragon's Reach was made to capture dragons. Not sure if I believe any of that, but it's really cool nonetheless. It's like something out of a legend, isn't it?" She marveled at the castle for a moment longer before joining the conversation.

*The trio continued their approach through Whiterun and soon, they were at the marketplaces fixed in the lower district.*

"Should we.. Go inside the inn? I could use a rest."