Irohahime sent letters every week, just like she promised. Sometimes they would explain how much further she had gotten with her magic, and how much farther she had to go, other times it was simply about the college, or the friends she had made while there. Irohahime trekked through the snow, her breath coming out in white puffs in the cold mountain air. She looked down at her map and frowned. "Talos.. I'm lost.." She folded her map up and put it back in her pack before continuing on. She was fourteen now, going to be fifteen in less then nine months. She nearly stumbled when the winds picked up, easily cutting through her parka. Shivering she looked around for a sign or a cave, a snow storm was rolling in and she needed to find shelter before it became a full blown whiteout. Spotting a well-trodden path, she hurried up it, the snow and wind picking up as she reached stone stairs leading up to something. "A shrine..?" She muttered, pulling her hood up and hurrying up the stairs. Once at the top she sighed in relief, seeing the doors, but when she saw the Daedra, her blood ran cold, and it was too late to run, they had already spotted her and drawn their weapons.
((Almost forgot we had to do this part~ (*゚▽゚*) ))