Spoiler (Move your mouse to the spoiler area to reveal the content) Show Spoiler Hide Spoiler Ulfric and Tityana. It was just another day, the sun now creeping over the vast horizon. Its radiant ray providing a sense of warmth as it beat against Ulfric’s tan skin. Gently his hands would rub against his rugged face, as if trying to fully awaken himself from his slumber. The song of various birds reverberated throughout the woodlands, as the hundred aromas of springs spice filled his nostrils. Scents most would fail to notice, taking such luxuries for granted. <o:p></o:p> His frame adorned in a set of simple dark brown leather armor. Twin sheathed fanged short blades strapped firmly to his hip, as bow and quiver nested against his back. Today marked the twelfth year of his daughter’s birth. For four years now she has endured his training, becoming a hunter and tracker of the land. Removed from society to endure a life of solitude necessary to purify her gentle spirit, giving birth to one more suited for this trying land. Oh how her fiery spirit and unwavering resolve reminded him of her mother. Who gave up the ghost so many years ago. <o:p></o:p> The flap of their tent would stir, being push skyward as the young child stepped forth from its mouth. The spitting image of her father, struggling to remove herself from her sleep. The arches of his lips contorting, birthing a subtle grin as those bicolored eyes of his lingered on his daughter Tityana. “Fashionably late I see?” He proclaimed, his offspring shrugging her shoulders. Wearing a similar outfit as her father, with bow and quiver likewise strapped firmly to her back. “Today marks the twelfth anniversary of your birth. Just one more year of training left.” Ulfric stated, watching as his approval caused a wide smile to plaster itself on her youthful face. <o:p></o:p> Despite being young, she showed much promise. Picking up on the trade far quicker than he could have hoped for; let alone fathomed. “Father what do you have planned for today?” Tityana inquired into, her words posed well beyond her age. Coming as no shock to her father, after all she was half elven and her mother’s daughter. “Do not trouble yourself with such matters, after all life would be bland without some surprises.” He’d jest, his daughter only arching a brow. Her once wide smile becoming a frown as a sense of perplexity riddled her face. <o:p></o:p> “Let us be off.” He continued, not permitting his daughter to even eat breakfast. “But I am hungry?” She replied, her words causing Ulfric to chuckle. “Do not fret my dear, there is an abundance of food within these woods.” His response leading Tityana to assume they were going on a hunt today, this was partially correct. Though the true purpose of today’s events would prove far more elusive. <o:p></o:p> Making their way downhill and into the treeline, both father and daughter would creep through the foliage. Ulfric only permitting his gaze to drift her way from time to time. But refraining from babying her, after all she was more than equipped to defend herself from most beast. <o:p></o:p> Being of age, Ulfric wished to test her Elven blood. To see if the innate power of her heritage stirred within her. Something that would of made her mother proud. Though to be honest he was uncertain, unsure if her human blood would overpower that of her faerie. Thus silencing her magically inclined tongue. Something that only time could clarify. <o:p></o:p> Stepping through the woods they would make their way east, toward a body of water. A lake that served as good hunting ground. But a dangerous place nonetheless, for bandits at times tend to wander this way, in search for a stray merchant replenishing his water supplies. Abruptly he would halt, falling to the ground as his eyes peered outward toward the tranquil lakes surface. <o:p></o:p> No words needed to be exchanged, his daughter scurried off to grab the heads from a few foxtails, vegetation that often flourished near body of waters. Albeit a lake or a swamp, they were edible and in abundance. However they lacked the desired flavor, throughout her training Tityana had learned to eat whatever she could find. As a result she was far from a picky eater. <o:p></o:p> “Do you know why I brought you hear this day?” Ulfric questioned her, silently she would shake her head in response. “I wish to see if your Elven blood has bloomed.” His words offering little closure or comfort to the child, she seemed lost in its meaning. But cared not to beg for further explanation knowing full well that soon all would be revealed; still this wouldn’t stop her from bestowing her father with a look of bewilderment. <o:p></o:p> Laughing out loud Ulfric would stretch forth his hand, ruffling her brown hair. He found her to be the spitting image of himself when he was her age. Frigidly she would look on her father, giving him a stiff lip of disapproval. However her father seemed unaware of this, for Ulfric had closed his eyelids.