Dawn came upon Winterhold sooner than had imagined, and as Danacia's eyes fluttered open naturally toward the timing she had hoped for, she took in with surprise to how peaceful the snow blanketed ruins of a major city was when all were quiet. Sure, she was tucked snug under the fur blankets in her rented bed, and because of so she couldn't technically know if the rest of the town was sleeping...but there was always something peaceful about winter. Something that when the first snowfall of the year hits, and you wake up in a room full of complete darkness close to a window, or thin walls of a home to where the sounds of outside were quite prevalent; it was worth the experience no matter how tired you were. But, the even better part was when you got out of bed, cursing to yourself about how cold it was in the room, and lifted the drapes to such a window frame witnessing the beautiful white blanket covering the outdoor landscapes nearby. That was what was worth it. That was what made her know that after such a terrible blizzard the other evening, that, Winterhold was peaceful in it's mornings. And something like this, being able to witness a winter sunrise when the weather was at it's calmest; was a priceless moment to be captured in one's heart forever.
Danacia stretched, and she yawned a long yawn as her mouth shaped into an oval. She sat up in her bed, not wanting to escape the warmth she was surrounded in, but it was worth it. She thought about the many things she had to do today, but most importantly, the expedition. There were so many unique characters in this group applying per the Jarl's request that she had to get to know. At least, it was no doubt, she would not be in for a dull experience for the next several weeks. Or, that is, how long it would take them to get through the dwemer ruins.
She began to think about all of the supplies she brought with her, and about her horse Mirrow. She wondered if all of her stuff was still in tact, and if she would need Mirrow to travel to the exact location of the ruins. Danacia finally made her way from the bed, and she revealed the bare body she covered the night before. Making her way towards the wash basin, she began to clean up, and then she moved to her steel armor to redress herself. Danacia finished dressing, moving to the pack she carried on hand at all times, and she pulled out a small bottle of homemade perfume. She grinned, enjoying the intoxicating aroma that lingered off of her when she wore it. She began to spray herself lightly so that she didn't smell like she over did it at all.
Finally all dressed, she moved to the mirror to reapply the white warpaint she had on from yesterday. She began to brush her hair, parting more on one side than the other, and then she tucked the side with less on it neatly behind her ears while the other seductively teased over her face. She looked deep into her lime green eyes, and then the wolf spirit of hers flashed it's awakening for the morning. It was just what she was searching for.
After packing everything up, Danacia swings her pack over her shoulders and then unlocks the door to her room. She left everything clean and organized as it had been so the moment she entered the room in the first place. Danacia had her hood off rested on her shoulders, and the fur coat she had on in the first place for traveling was back over her body as well. Making her way up towards the bar to return her room key, she took in the sweet scent of fresh rolls and morning porridge being made for the guests of the inn. She licked her lips, offering a fair amount of coins to the innkeeper to set her up with some morning grub. Danacia was handed a bowl of porridge, a freshly baked roll, and then some light morning mead. She grinned, moving over to a bench table as she dug in. She didn't want to waste time, for she planned to be the first to the longhouse, and so she was going to keep that promise. Eating with haste, she returned the dishes with thanks, and then headed out the door of the inn to meet the nearly knee high snow covering the outside.
Danacia trekked her way towards the longhouse, grinning widely for the fact that she indeed accomplished what she had planned on. She figured, she could at least get into the longhouse, and form the beginning of the line to grant an audience with Jarl Korir so that she could pick and choose who would be apart of this expedition. That is, if he granted her lead position. She thought she could perform the role well enough. It wouldn't take much, and she was a pretty level headed woman when she wanted to be. Most of the time, her sister took the lead when it came to them growining up, but Danacia had enough experience "leading" during her time as a princess of the Ula. She knew how to be fair, when to be just, and all of the good things that came in store for a quality leader. Finally making her way to the actual door, close enough to where her gaunlet covered hand could grasp the door handle, she pulled it open hard as she stepped inside.
A modest, but well kept longhouse for the Jarl she saw. She admired the decor, but of course compared to many of the other homes for the Jarl's within Skyrim, this one by far wasn't the best. She personally preferred Dragonsreach due to it's history and beautiful architecture. Jarl Balgruuf was definitely a very lucky man to live there. Danacia tapped her snow covered steel boots at the door, shivering somewhat that her plump lips revealing those pearly whites chattered. She saw the steward of the Jarl making arrangements before the Jarl would sit upon his throne. Making her way over to the steward, whom promptly turned as they recognized someone drawing near, she nodded respectfully extending her hand as she locked an intense, alluring gaze with her lime green eyes. "Danacia Mundatke, adventurer, at your service."
The steward smiled, enjoying her eyes as most did, and she replied, "The Jarl will be holding audience very shortly. You are the first to arrive, and for that, you will be the first to be seen. A pleasure to meet you, Danacia, I have heard much about your sister, Leilani right?" Danacia was shocked when the steward mentioned her sister, but then shook it off remembering that Leilani was a thane in many of the holds in Skyrim. She nodded. "Indeed, we are sisters, and she is quite the mentor." Danacia held a wide, charming, grin. The steward moved her gaze to a scroll as she began to jot down Danacia's name. As the adventurers would arrive to speak with the Jarl, she would take their name so they could be properly seen in accordance as they came.
Looking back up to Danacia, she offered yet another smile quite interested by the sparkle in her eyes, "Then I have no doubt of your own abilities if it true you are related. You are most likely just what Jarl Korir needs for the position of leadership on this expedition. I will put in a good word for you, but for now I must say my goodbyes as it seems many more are heading through the door. Good day." The steward nodded respectfully, Danacia returned the nod with a thanks, and watched as she headed towards the door with an excited smile.
(ooc: do let me know if you feel I am rushing things too fast)
