Blackwater Islands Don’t you want some more

Isn’t it marvelous?

His head shoots in the direction of the woman that balances not too far away from him. Had she already been up here? Did she follow him? He doesn’t know, but her ghostly, silent form seems to have appeared out of thin air. 

He allows dark, bloody orbs to move over her form. Snaking over her dark pelt and up to her eyes — two-toned in color, a stunning green and blue. This woman is important to his shadow, but does Alduin really care about appearances and his reputation? Not really. Still, he hasn’t found a reason to hate her yet, so he will remain neutral until then.

So he watches her loosely before gazing back down to the gaping mouth of the cave. “In a way.” He rumbles back, tongue flicking out to rasp over scarred lips. “Who’re you?” Comes his gravelly voice in a neutral tone.