There was an explosion from the forest of Falkreath. One minute the streets were empty, the next they were thriving as the villagers came scurrying out of their homes and their shops to see smoke rising above the tree lines. A young female Nord also left the bar she was sitting in to look up at the grey swirling smoke rising into the sky. The mead in her hand shattered on the floor as she released her grip on it. It felt like someone had punched her in the chest as the air left her lungs. Her heart began to pound and her eyes widened with horror as the smoke rose higher and higher into the night air. She knew where it was coming from.
Without a second thought, the Nord ran through the crowds towards the stables, pushing poor villagers out the way as she cleared a path for herself. A young girl clutched at her mothers hand as she looked at the smoke and the guards, apparently knowing what was going on tried to calm the situation down by calling out to the crowd;
"It's alright. Just smoking out some criminals" One said to the crowd, hoping it would disperse.
They all seemed to after a while. Muttering and murmuring to themselves they all returned to their homes and back into the bar. With the exception of one.
There was a hefty fine for stealing a horse, but she didn't care. Right now, all that mattered was reaching that smoke. She had to. Three horses stood fully tacked, chewing on some fresh hay as the young nord came into view. The black and white horse looked up at her and into her silvery eyes as she approached and understood what it needed to do. Once atop it's back, the nord gave the horse it's head and gently nudged it into a gallop in the direction of the smoke.
It's hooves clattered along the track and as she left she nearly ran straight into one of the guards. She didn't care and ignored the calls behind them demanding her to stop. The Nord ignored them.. She was focusing on the smoke still.
"Sithis have mercy" She whispered.