Horrible Night to have a Curse.
Dragons-Fire liked her. She was kind to him. She didn’t treat him like his people used to be slaves so they were lesser. He hated that. Like everyone else, he had emotions, feelings, just because his facial features were harder at showing them, never meant he had none. He had only encountered a few humans in his life, and not to sound predigest, but the Nords of Skyrim hardly treated him as equal, and now, he was in her home, cooking her dinner. His father would tear his spikes off if he knew. It made it all the more sweet. He wanted to give her more jewels, and he didn’t know why.
I have a huge crush on Siddgeir, the Jarl of Falkreath.
((Yeah he’s one hot Jarl.))