16th Last Seed, 4E201
This is the journal of Azeriah Letholias. My father is Sethren Letholias, a Thalmor Ambassador. My mother, Arienne Letholias, is a mage of some renown in the Summerset Isles. She used to work on high security missions for the Thalmor, but is now retired from active duty. She runs and owns an alchemy and spell shop in Alinor.
I am on my way to attend colleges in Skyrim, much to the dismay of my parents. They wanted me to attend university in Alinor, or at the very least, the Arcane University in Cyrodiil (even though less prestigious than before the war). But I was insistent on attending school in Skyrim. As one of the oldest schools dedicated to magic in Tamriel, I have dreamed of going since I was a child.
The civil war between the Imperials and the Stormcloaks was, of course, a reason for their insistence on staying close by. A valid objection, to be sure. However, in Skyrim, it would be more difficult for them to use their influence to spy on me, or otherwise mettle in my affairs.
No, I was going to study in Skyrim. I said it was because I planned to major in alchemy, and Skyrim boasts some of the most wonderful botanical varieties in all of Tamriel. A few of which can only be found in Skyrim, like juniper berries. I wanted to experiment with them. I’ve only eaten them once, when a Khajit caravan came into town when I was little.
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