Blackwater Islands You live like you’re on camera

Nyra was restless, itching. She had yet to go upon the mainland again, to find the wolf she would give to the unnamed god for her ascension, her rise back to power.

Coming upon Alduin, he seemed just as restless as she. 

And so she approached, head level with her shoulders, wanting and bloodthirst in her hellflame gaze. Would she need to say anything for the request to be met? To be seen?