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Jun. 15th, 2012 11:09 pmA capricious and unpredictable little Argonian with serious hunger and food hoarding issues. Fate decided to play a funny joke when she fled over the Skyrim border after stealing the entirety of a minor lord's holiday feast, and she ended up on a cart of prisoners heading straight to Helgen.
Upon her first experience absorbing the soul of a dragon, Treads-Lightly was amazed to feel that her personal hunger unending* - was temporarily abated. Thus was born a quest powered less by valiance and more by a growing addiction.
To this end, she will often drop everything to chase any chance of facing down another dragon. Trekking for days on a brief snatch of hearsay, perking up at any sufficiently loud and inhuman roar - shadows of ordinary birds cast upon the ground make her jump.
Has nearly inscrutable standards over what foods she will and won't steal - fancier things or desserts are nearly always snatched, cheeses are barely picked over, and everything else is subject to how tasty it looks at the time. She rarely drinks, which in Skyrim is sort of like saying you rarely ever breathe. It might just be that she prefers to go on massive horrible raging benders, since when she does indulge it's to hilarious extents.This is due to the player's propensity for looking into their inventory when it's nearly full, going HOLY SHIT LOOK AT THAT BOOZE, and downing everything in order to carry that one last dragon scale.
Whenever she beats a dragon, she shares with whoever is with her a celebratory (and somewhat stale) sweetroll from her personal stash. This is probably because of her post-dragon soul euphoria. Attempting to wrangle a sweetroll from Treads-Lightly at any other point in time may lead to bodily harm.
Is on a personal quest to meet the best cook in Skyrim and aggressively wave an Amulet of Mara at them until they break down and ~accept her feelings~.
Habitually wears a hood, which hides most of the more recognizable features of her head. Kinda scrawny, prefers carrying one-handed axes for protection and is handily able to fulfill her namesake of being a very sneaky lizard.
Initially sided with the rebels because Ralof was friendly, rather charismaticshe thought he was one of the prettier nords she's ever met, and generally a helpful bro. Got rather lukewarm on them after seeing how strife-ridden Windhelm was.
* - completely mundane in nature.
Upon her first experience absorbing the soul of a dragon, Treads-Lightly was amazed to feel that her personal hunger unending* - was temporarily abated. Thus was born a quest powered less by valiance and more by a growing addiction.
To this end, she will often drop everything to chase any chance of facing down another dragon. Trekking for days on a brief snatch of hearsay, perking up at any sufficiently loud and inhuman roar - shadows of ordinary birds cast upon the ground make her jump.
Has nearly inscrutable standards over what foods she will and won't steal - fancier things or desserts are nearly always snatched, cheeses are barely picked over, and everything else is subject to how tasty it looks at the time. She rarely drinks, which in Skyrim is sort of like saying you rarely ever breathe. It might just be that she prefers to go on massive horrible raging benders, since when she does indulge it's to hilarious extents.
Whenever she beats a dragon, she shares with whoever is with her a celebratory (and somewhat stale) sweetroll from her personal stash. This is probably because of her post-dragon soul euphoria. Attempting to wrangle a sweetroll from Treads-Lightly at any other point in time may lead to bodily harm.
Is on a personal quest to meet the best cook in Skyrim and aggressively wave an Amulet of Mara at them until they break down and ~accept her feelings~.
Habitually wears a hood, which hides most of the more recognizable features of her head. Kinda scrawny, prefers carrying one-handed axes for protection and is handily able to fulfill her namesake of being a very sneaky lizard.
Initially sided with the rebels because Ralof was friendly, rather charismatic
* - completely mundane in nature.
