“Indeed I am. I have always wanted to visit, just somehow have never found the time; but thuri - sorry Alduin - speaks so highly of you it seemed like a crime not to come and meet you myself. I am Ea. It would seem that I was previously under his employ…well, more like a servant really. Truly, it is a pleasure.”
Em raised an eyebrow, shook her head slightly. She was not really comprehending what this woman was saying. Alduin? Her Alduin? When did he have time to have a servant? Unless– "Are you from Skyrim, too?” That still made no sense. Dragons having servants? If her Alduin, the human one, was acquainted with her…well Ea was not exactly ugly–
“You’re Em, right? I’ve been an admirer of your work for quite some time.”
“I am. Welcome to the gallery.”
On days where she opened her art gallery to the general public, days where wearing sunglasses would throw off her guests, she wore custom made, thick contacts, annoying little things that she wanted to tear out of her eyes, but it was necessary if she wanted to sell any of her work. Though they did restrict her vision, her snakes guided her from beneath the veil of her wig.
“Are you enjoying yourself?” she asked, turning around after capping her lipstick. She couldn’t make out too much from the haze of the dark brown film over her red orbs, but it was more than she could hope for.
