Chapter 6: A Dunmer!?

"Honestly, that hurt my ears..." the mysterious person chuckled as they were referring to Zein's emotional breakdown, they were a woman, she had a soft voice but with a different accent compared to the people within the Manor.

As she approached Loydja and Zein, she removed her hood, revealing the striking features of a woman in her late twenties, and of a different race. Her smooth, dark grey skin contrasted with narrow, maroon-colored eyes, where the sclera and iris were indistinguishable, centered by black pupils. Long, pointed ears arched upwards, adding to her distinctive appearance. Now closer, it can be seen that the mysterious woman's height was at the Nord woman's shoulder level.

"A Dunmer!? It's my first time seeing one! The people native to the region of Morrowind, East of Skyrim!" Zein thought as he felt overjoyed by the experience, — "But wait, why am I weirdly calm?" he realized after remembering just a second ago he had just an uncontrollable emotional leak.

Loydja after seeing the Dark Elf's face, clapped her hands in a very slow rhythm, "Well, well, well... If it isn't the Archmage of the College of Winterhold." she said with a grin as if seeing an old-time friend. "Brelyna Maryon, how long has it been? 5 years?" she recalled, trying to remember the last time they met.

"The fucking what!" The boy thought, his eyes expanded while looking at the person in amazement. 

"Loydja, old friend! Well, you look old. Hahaha!" Brelyna exclaimed, pointing at her friend as she burst out in laughter mocking her friend.

Loydja upon hearing those words, veins can be seen popping out from her temple and crawling towards her neck. "You fucker! You're as old as me you goddamned Elf!" she shouted, annoyed with the insult.

"They're of the same age?... Oh right, she's a 'Mer', They live longer compared to us, that should explain her younger appearance." the boy pondered.

"By the way, what spell did you just throw at the boy?" Loydja asked, worried about any side effects of magic on a child.

"Ah, it was a low-level Pacify spell. Don't worry, this is a spell I alone developed for children." Brelyna explained, noticing the worry on her friend's face.

"A spell? So that explains why I suddenly felt calm. I like it, makes my emotions in control" The boy pondered as he appreciated the spell. "But how did Loydja know? Is she also a mage?" he added, wondering about how magic works.

"You sure love experimenting on spells, huh? Remember the weird transformation spell you cast on our Lord?" Loydja recalled, grinning from the reminiscence.

"Of course, that was also the first time we met as classmates at the College," the Archmage chuckled, beaming a smile from the memories, matching Loydja's mood.

"So, she was also a subordinate of Ysmir. An Archmage..." Zein thought to himself, admiring both the Last Dragonborn and the Archmage.

Brelyna glanced over at Zein and looked at him up and down, the boy noticed so he reached out a hand and said, "Uhm... Hello, my name is-" interrupted mid-sentence, the Archmage gave him a quick rub on the head.

"I know who you are Zein." she smiled, then she glanced over the dining table noticing that they hadn't finished their food yet, guessing because of the argument she witnessed when she arrived. "How about you finish your food, let's talk later, I have something to discuss with Ralof..." she said as she left the main door where she came from.

"Ralof? Who's he?" The boy wondered, noticeably squinted his eyes as he tried to remember if he knew a person that goes by that name.

Behind him was an old Nord woman gazing at him, moving only her eyes without tilting her head as she cast a frown, "Let's finish our breakfast so Rayya can clean up after." Loydja said, her face shifting to a smile, then Zein turned around and nodded in response.

They both dined awkwardly without re-engaging in another conversation, after that, Zein rushed to his room and scanned through his books. While Loydja, went outside to find Brelyna and Randjolf.

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