Riften for the most part, was full of its usual distressed and dirty denizens moving from work to their dilapidated old wooden buildings. The city had most certainly seen better days and the smithy that Lithelle had made it to, near the gate that lead to the fishery and lake was one of the oldest buildings in the entire city minus the mansions of Briar and of course the estate that belonged to that Mercer fellow.The smithy was marked of course marked by the usual hammer and avil for those who could not read and below the familiar and traditional sign hung the sign of Meridia, the angelic woman clad in pristine robes was a symbol for the hatred of the undead and the shop itself was even called The Silver Edge and unknown to many, the irony of such was almost so thick that you could cut it with a knife if they had known the owner better.<br/><br/>Oddly enough the forge was unlit , the embers just barely burning idly with the occasional crack or pop from some impurity that was released from the carbon. Any villager would have told the Bosmer that the Dunmer female who owned this particular business was an odd one. Her shop was one of the few that was actually only open around night time or if during the day the pale, gaunt Kalith would make sure to dress in dresses that covered her fully or stand under the wooden overhands rather than touch the light. A few villagers of course attributed this of course to Vampirism but many just simply agreed that the woman had contracted something from her homeland in the Ashlands and many years later still remains uncured.<br/><br/>The building was simple, the first room simply a showroom for her wares. They were impressive and were obviously made with love , skill and care as the Dunmer had lived long compared to most human smiths but they were just iron and steel works it seemed, nothing boasted the silver edge promised in the store sign, at least anymore. the second room was just as spartan, only a bed , wardrobe and dresser being the furnishings. in contrast to the simple furnishings however the sheets adorning the bed were expensive and frivolous, almost risque and what lay between the gossamer sheets of purple silk most certainly was. A tangle of black, bed-mussed hair and pale-grey limbs lay sprawled out , the vast majority of her toned midriff on display as her eyes watched the ceiling.<br/><br/>Kalith blinked a few times as time passed around her and the cool air flowing through the cracks in the walls of her dilapidated building kissed her midriff, flowing across her slight abs and up to her covered chest. It was a welcoming feeling the cold, in fact it was one thing she scarcely was able to feel anymore and it was something she longed for in contrast to the burning heat of her forge and the sun that made her blood boil. Relief never came of course, the sun continued to make her wince and almost want to scream in agony and the cold continued to have no effect on her  besides the slightest goosebumps on her pale flesh that ran down her middle and vanished between her legs under the sheets. A few more blinks marked the passage of time for her as she listened to the sounds of the night around he. It was all the usual , settling walls of an old building and the scraping of mice and squirrels, insects. The dunmer closed her hungry-looking eyes, the orange-red orbs reflecting almost palpably a desire, no , a need for something inhuman and unelven.<br/><br/>The Dunmer of course felt the familiar pang deep down inside herself. A hand flew to her stomach and settled across the flat expanse there, idly tracing the almost hidden outline of her musculature as her mind tortured her with thoughts of the warm sanguine life of another mortal. This had plagued her for almost ten long years now, torturing her, almost driving her insane and if this wouldn't then her grief would soon. As her mind wandered and the woman's nails bit into her own palms uselessly and failed to draw any blood something made one of her pointed ears almost imperceptibility twitch. Her keen, almost preternatural senses were maybe the one good thing that had came from Sanguinis Vampiris. The woman heard the subtle turn of the pins in the lock and the groans , followed by the pounds that made even the blacksmith groan in turn.<br/><br/>Slowly the tangle of grey limbs untangled and stretched, exposing her pale-grey body in its full glory to none but Lady Nocturnal and her shadows before she  quickly threw on a large , simple white shirt, the thing simply falling down to her knees and preserving her modesty asides from the deep neck showing perhaps an almost scandalous amount of small breast but Kalit had long since forgotten such things about modesty in her current situation. Soft feet padded on the wooden floors as she moved towards the door, her grey fingers working through the black mane atop her head, making sure the braid on the left was still twined. " I hope this fool knows what they are doing..." Who was she kidding, Kalith never slept anymore, she simply passed time and counted minutes, it never found her anymore, besides a lucid trance that barely dulled her thirst.....<br/><br/>The door opened and the tall, proud looking Dunmer appeared to the Bosmer. kalith was quite visible pale, almost ashen skinned compared to her normal dark-grey kin and her eyes shone almost like an animals in the night. Her hair was a made of thick , black locks atop her head and with a yawn the blacksmith frowned just slightly as she looked over her Bosmer cousin. Kalith's eyes picked out details otherwise invisible in the dark, Lithell's full features almost as if light was shining on her, another perk of her disease . This one appeared to be injured, at least by how she held herself with the full pack probably just desperate to sell her things and off to the inn to 'recuperate' with a whore.Still, she had a charm to her and it wasn't like one saw many elven faces in Skyrim so soon enough Kalith's dour frown turned into a slight smile." Good morning sister-elf. I see you have a pack full of wares for me to peruse, hrmm?" A sly look to the full slingbag, a hand on the hip. " Well, if you're going to rob me of my earned gold at least do it in the warmth of my house" The blacksmith gestured inside to the main room where her goods were displayed, a small fire burning and popping.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>