(NOTE: Whenever Danacia is speaking to her spirit, it's in her mind. I just don't want to have to state that every time.)
"So if she's apart of the Ula...How does one know?" Danacia questioned her wolf spirit, Adolpha, while her eyes were cast over the main wall in the supply room looking up and down at the weapons. She noticed two warhammers were missing here, and that this was where Circe had grabbed them. She grinned, for double handed weapons were what she favored as well.
"Least we have something in common."
"She can't have a guardian wolf, but since she's part vampire she can communicate telepathically. All Ula members can decipher Debnic when spoken to it by a daughter of the Aatu. And guess what you are...?" The wolf tried to sound condescending.
Danacia smirked and rolled her eyes.
"You really have some nerve, Adolpha, you know when the crowning ceremony was in place you had right to leave me...why did you stay?" Danacia questioned her once more.
"I've grown up with you, and as far as I'm concerned, there is no one more fitting to travel with. Yeah, we don't have the prestigious Kynareth blessing on our side, anymore, but we still can have a bit of fun!" The wolf emitted a mental laugh that was somewhat horrific.
When Danacia was younger, and it laughed, she would have squirmed at the moment striking from hearing it. But she knew this wolf better than the closest lovers ever knew each other's bodies. She was
nothing, at least to Danacia, to be afraid of. She wondered for a moment what it'd be like to fear her again, you know to be on the other side of the spectrum...the thought didn't last long for comprehension didn't work. Danacia now moved to the end of the wall where the corner began taking the wall to another side. She laid her eyes on a greatsword that was absolutely marvelous. Pulling the one off her back, a Skyforge steel model, she looked at it and then back over to the one the Jarl supplied for their expedition. Gleaming as it did so in the torchlight, she wondered to herself if this greatsword was put here by mistake. Looking around, she saw the Steward, Marul, making her rounds again to see what was taken and what wasn't. She was slowly making her way in Danacia's direction.
Danacia turned back to the greatsword in front of her, and she kept moving her eyes back and forth between the one that had given her so much help throughout the years she had it. Sure, there was sentimentality for her plain Skyforge Steel Greatsword, but she definitely knew when she was done with the expedition she could get another one made for her. This, however, standing in front of her laying on the rack, she was surprised the others hadn't seen it. Or if they had, why they didn't take it. Then again, not all of them found two handed weapons to be the best offense. Most preferred quick and agile, but from the heavy steel Danacia was wearing, it was most definitely given that she didn't mind "carrying more than she could hold." She thought she gave a good impression of a strong Nord woman to the others, so unlike the vampire, it wouldn't look much different for her to take up a new weapon.
Admiring the craftsmanship, she thought to herself what processes would be used in order to achieve such a quality blade. She thought about different metals, hammering techniques, all of the like. Seeing as she was a blacksmith apprentice to Adrienne, and used to own her own forge with her exhusband back in Ivarstead; Danacia knew at least a thing or two about the craft. The Greatsword was a wide, heavy, lightly serrated blade. It had a "nasty" set of spikes under the handle, for anyone unlucky enough to be struck from the butt. She picked it up in her hands by the fine black leather handle, and she admired the inticately braided pieces of leather that were wrapped around. It was made for comfort, so that while one would swing such a blade, their hands wouldn't feel the burn of the blow. Gripping it tight, she stepped back from the wall and kept an eye on the Steward or anyone else in the room to make sure she had enough space. Danacia moved both arms slowly, a few graceful swings, that moved in rhythm with her body. She liked the feel of the weapon in her hands, for when it was swung, unlike her skyforge greatsword it had less of a heavy "after-blow." You know, the feeling one would get if a large and heavy medicine ball was tossed to them in the air and they caught it off balance. It didn't weigh her down entirely when she held it, but it sill provided critical blows and deadliness she loved about great swords and two handed weapons.
(found this image off google under glass greatswords search)
Danacia wondered what kind of glass was used in making the blade and spikes on the weapon due to how heavy it felt. She also wondered if, since it was made from glass, would hold up to the powerful blows a two handed weapons was intended to do. She held it up closer to the light, and the blade began to make rainbows reflect lightly over the room due its prism-like crafting. She grinned, swinging it once more and getting a real feel for what she may take with her. The Skyforge Greatsword stood against the wall where she had set it down in order to try this new one out. She pondered, looking back between the two while also hearing the throne room of the longhouse slowly have less and less noise. She figured everyone was moving outside. Danacia saw the Marul smiling at her as she took a feel for this weapon, and then smiled slightly blushing for thinking she was alone.
"Taking your time, then?" Marul asked referring to the fact that she was the last to gather supplies.
Danacia nodded, "I figured there was enough to allow everyone else to make their pick. By the way, do you have any idea what kind of glass was made to use this? It's so clear it looks like a icicle chunk pulled off from a glacier. It's absolutely breathtaking." Danacia pulled the blade down to her side. As it stood up from floor length, the greatsword's tip ended right at her mid-stomach. She followed it up from the base to the tip, and her eyes widened in it's size compared to her previous weapon. She questioned the Steward once more. "I need to know who made such a beautiful weapon, what resources were used, and how." She stressed her words with a grin. Marul chuckled taking note of her interest in the crafting versus the capability to drive the sharp blade's tip through an enemies' stomach.
"Well, if you look up from the placement above it, there are three more weapons made of the same glass." Marul pointed to a warhammer, a waraxe, and then a one handed shortsword. She figured since they were the only ones of their kind, she would keep these classified by their glass type and not their use.
Danacia nodded, and looked back to her to continue as her eyes followed her every word expectantly.
"The glass is fairly new, created by a master smith in the Summerset Isles. The materials to craft are very hard to get their hands on, that is unless you have thousands of septims to drop piece of the glass at a time. It was made to reflect ice, for itimidation's sake like you previously expressed. I can't tell you what resources were used in order to properly make the glass, but those who have used the weapons express how formidable they are. They're also noted to be highly indestructible, which again, makes you probably crave to know more about the raw ingredients though I assure you what makes the glass so durable is something the crafter keeps very secret. Seeing as he was the one who created it, he wanted to make sure that not just anyone was able to reproduce his work. So, instead the weapons made of this glass type have to be imported from their original crafter. In a way it's a good thing because you're guaranteed quality, but it isn't for the fact that they are so expensive. Though I can assure from the Jarl's standpoint, having some of his own soldiers gifted these find blades such as the one you are holding, they have never wanted to touch another weapon again. It will be the same as you have it now once you leave. That glass is as tough as the finely made Skyforge Greatsword you have over there." Marul points to her prior weapon, which in comparison to the one in her hands was rather "dull."
Feeling more confident in her choosing, she nodded to the Steward and replied, "Thank you once again for your help. Can I ask you, something else, however?"
The Steward shrugged with a curious smirk, "I don't see why you couldn't?"
Danacia chuckled, amusement in her eyes for what she was about to say. "Does my sister have one of these?"
The Steward's eyes sparkled to their former conversation while "the choosing" in the throne room had still been going on. She smiled, "When your sister became Thane, Jarl Korir presented her with a dagger of the same quality during the time when getting weapons of this quality was so highly expensive that only the emperor himself could afford it. A dagger would have seemed like a greatsword for what it was worth back then."
They both laughed, and Danacia patted Marul on the back. "So I assume they dropped in price, then?"
"Indeed they did. But the man still chokes enough gold out of people so that buying the four pieces we have for you guys, well, costs just as much as buying a whole army's worth of supplies in everything else we had donated or purchased for this expedition. But I have to get back to work. There is much to do before the sun sets. Thanks for the talk..." Marul then passed by Danacia, making her way around the center table, and then headed out of the supply room.
Danacia was now alone, at least, to herself for thoughts. If there was anyone lingering about she definitely wasn't paying attention. Moving back to the wall, she picked up the shortsword and was surprised how light the weapon was in comparison to the lightness of new greatsword. She then picked up every other weapon of the white glass type off of the wall and set them down on the table before her. She looked around, found a very large pack, and began to stuff them all in it the best that she could. They didn't fit very well, but it was manageable enough to drag outside to the others. She couln't just have one of these magnificent weapons, one of every type, without at least sharing with those who'd flip to have one.
Danacia thought the shortsword felt like she had nothing in her hands, and then, her group came to mind. And so for a backup weapon, she would keep this on her person. Sheathing the shortsword on her right side, she then picked back up the greatsword and swung it behind her attaching it on her back. She kept the glass weapon pack close by. Danacia knew time was of the essence, so she decided to make haste over everything else in the room. She moved to the table where the parchment once was at seeing that it was now littered with potions, soul gems, and alchemy ingredients. Moving to the far end away from the corner she was as prior, she found a few leather shoulder packs and satchels for the taking. She picked up a leather shoulder pack, and then opened up the flap as she began to stuff the bag full of healing potions and several alchemy ingredients that had to do with restoration. This pack she would use to be her healing necessities supply. There was so much she could take, and so she did, never feeling like the words "too much" was out of the question. She thought back to her horse, and then remembered she had much food and drink already from making the journey up here. So she moved past the barrels and burlap sacks towards the armor tack.
Danacia looked over the steel she was in, and she pulled her arms out in front of herself. She found that having worn this set for quite a while it was indeed time for a change. Coming in to the supply room, she hadn't had the idea to take as much time as she knew she was spending. Danacia moved to the end on the right side of the tack finding a beautiful steel armor set that had the look of an artist's touch. She grinned knewing just by looking at it she had to have it...
The armor was primarily dark and light colored steel, with a few bits of artistic details laid in for stylish purposes. The front was embellished with a large (pretend) dragon having it's wings spread out across it's chest. She admired the chest piece for the blue painted towards the bottom which would cover her hips, as well as, the golden lining that was provided all over the set throughout. She would think something of this quality would be in the Jarl's personal armory, but from being proven wrong about the glass greatsword and shortsword she carried; she wasn't going to bother asking. From all of the surprises she was finding today, she really began to feel the pressure of the expedition's worth to the entire province of Skyrim as whole. They were really trying to make Winterhold worth living in once more. Deciding to take no more time spent on marveling, Danacia quickly made her way to a spare room with the armor in hand to change. As she climbed into the room, she noticed her feet touching a worn set of armor had been stashed in here from what she concluded was another of her group's doing. Danacia thought back to whom had new armor on, and then grinned as she thought of the mysterious Azaelia. She chuckled, and quickly stripped out of her previous set and into the new pair.
As the set was snug on her body, she came out the "closet" and closed the door looking around to keep her and Azealia's secret. Danacia moved around the room, getting used to the new armor forming to her body, and she happily concluded that it was almost "meant for her to find it." She then quickly picked up her new shoulder pack, swung it over her shoulder, and then replaced the black fur hood back over her head hiding her light red locks. Lime green eyes peering out from it's darkness, Danacia slowly dragged away from the empty supply room, through the throne room, and out the longhouse door where she quickly slammed it shut. While she was seen at the door of the longhouse, Danacia was dragging that large weapon pack full of white glass weapons. She noticed all were huddled around a large carriage pulled by two brown draft horses that reminded her of Mirrow. Before settling to the group, she made her way back to the inn which wasn't far from where they were and towards the back side of it to grab her horse from the stables.
"Mirrow, buddy! You do okay in the storm the other night?" Danacia called out at the horse came into view. He was hidden in the back of the stall, but as her voice rang to his ears, they twitched forward and alert so he made his way to the front. The chocolate brown horse with white socks coming up it's legs, as well as, the long white sash across it's black and pink spotted muzzle nickered in satisfaction of her presence. He was ready to get out of the stall.
(obviously Mirrow would have a tail 
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Danacia grinned to the horse like she hadn't seen a close friend's face in years, and then she swung the stall open. "What do you think of my new armor, boy? It's nice, huh?" She gave the horse a little spin with a laugh. The horse proceeded out of the stall lazily, and then lowered his head as he stood by his master sniffing the snow for any signs of vegetation.
Danacia redressed him in his tack, going over all of the thick supplies tied off on his saddle to make sure everything was there. She tied off the healing pack and the new full glass weapons pack onto Mirrow's side. It didn't weigh him down any, he was a big boy capable of holding many supplies. Then, she came to his side and mounted. As she balanced in the saddle, the stallion lifted his head and perked his ears forward with a light snort. He moved a bit, ready to set out into travel from the signal of Danacia gripping his reins. She clicked softly, and then he began to walk up the path towards the longhouse where all were gathered.
Making her way to the longhouse the sun was at Danacia's back. Her armor gleamed, and she felt the cool ice winds blow a bit of snow at her back while Mirrow swished his tail and snorted eyeing their new company. Danacia adjusted the shoulder pack, taking out the parchment she had, and then called out to the group.
"Is there anything else you have to do, or are you ready? This parchment here holds the basic directions needed in order to find the ruins. I will take lead, slowly, and the supply carriage will follow after. Should you need to do anything before we make past Winterhold, I suggest you make haste. We have a few days' worth of traveling to get set on."
She then nodded, the greatsword at her back making rainbows all over the place as it did in the supply room. The weapons sticking out of the pack off Mirrow's side also made rainbows flicker all over the fresh white snow. Her fresh armor gleaming in the sun from never having blade's mark. She then clicked to Mirrow, pulling him around the supply carriage who shortly followed after her as they made their way on their route. Danacia, having a new set of armor and weapons, inwardly began to slowly start to feel herself mold into her leadership title. She smiled with honest pride thinking finally she was going to leave her mark in Skyrim. And not be compared to her sister.
