[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to Fly {WORDS } 704 {TAGGED } Cole/Delphine {WEARING} Armor Where could they be? Having put her mare up for the night, Elmira was trodding back to the Inn where Cole had gone to wait for her like she had instructed. With her wolf at her heels, the blonde brushed her cheek with the back of her hand and mounted the steps to get into the Inn where she was meeting her companion yet again. Despite that she would rather having her wolf in with her, Elmira told her canine to wait outside with a softly spoken command. It was interesting to her how easily people seemed to get upset and perturbed over a simple wolf being in their company, even one as docile normally as Storm was, unless he was provoked of course. Still, she left him behind in favor of having others treat them favorably, and waited at the door until he obediently sat on his haunches. Even still she hesitated a moment, her hand firmly placed on the door. That tight feeling of apprehension in her chest, familiar to her, had decided to show itself right at that moment, leaving her that sudden urge to turn tail and run away from social interaction, as she normally did right before she headed into a place such as this. With a deep breath, she forced that feeling away from her thoughts and pushed open the door a bit more forcefully than she had originally intended. With the door swinging open much too fast, Elmira dove forward to grab it with her hands. Despite managing to catch it before it slammed into anything and caused a disruption, she did make a rather loud noise while her feet skidded across the wooden floor and her shoulder ending up pressed to the door. With a few stares in her direction, Elmira felt the heat that crept up her neck, while she regained herself and slowly slid the door shut behind her. This was exactly why she avoided places with a lot of people. Sighing deeply, Elmira ran a hand through her hair to try and cover her feeling of awkwardness and flickered her gaze to try and find her companion. It didn’t take her long to sight his unquestionably good looks and head on over toward him. While she did so, she dropped her gaze and glanced at the few other people that were too staying at the Inn. When she did reach the bench he had rested himself on, Elmira slid onto it in relief and set a few of her things down by her feet. Despite still feeling like she should crawl under the nearest object to hide from the gaze of others, she straightened her shoulders back and glanced at her companion. "Hi Cole." Right about now…she could use some mead. Propping up one weary leg on another, Elmira allowed the heat of the fire to soak into her bones and rubbed her hands together to get them warm again. This whole finding the Blades thing was a lot more work than she had anticipated. “Feels good to rest.”, she commented softly, feeling the overwhelming desire to crawl into the nearest bed and sleep for the next few days. It was the start of spring time, sure, but First Seed seemed to have a hard time letting go of the winter months, and so Elmira had been caught in the snowstorm on the way up to Riverwood. "Did you hear of anything?" {NOTES} :3

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Kelly Clarkson

Tagged : Elmira, Delphine | Words : 913 | Notes : SO. MUCH. MUSE.

As he slowly made his way over to an open seat, away from all the Nords throwing their mead tankards around and doing other Nord-like things, Cole could not take his eyes off of the delicious plate of food that he’d ordered from the barman. It had been days since he’d had any genuinely good food, what with his travels with the band of thieves and then the burst of inspiration that had taken to him after meeting Elmira in the thieves’ camp and deciding he wanted to find out certain things about the Blades. He plopped onto one of the seats, with decent view of the door as always and in generally the same position that he’d taken when he’d spoken to the Breton from Windhelm that was also supposedly crazy enough to want to assist Elmira. Cole still could not understand what sorcery Elmira had used – aside from being undoubtedly interesting – to convince him to shamelessly trail along with her aims and ideas, but as he hadn’t figured any spell he could be under as of yet, Cole opted not to question his desire to assist her. His plate of food seemed a much more inviting subject, as did attempting to be angry at Elmira for thinking she could give him orders. As long as she remained a Nord and essentially as tall as Cole himself, though, she could do as she pleased. Cole flickered his eyebrows up at the thought, before starting into his roast.

As soon as he’d started, he was interrupted by the typical blast of chilly air that signaled the door being opened widely, and as soon as his eyes met with the opening, he found Elmira sliding her way across the floor for no reason that the Breton could tell. Cole watched her for a short moment, eyebrows knit in equal parts concern and utter confusion before his eyes shifted to judge the reactions of the others in the room. Ah, yes, the Nords that weren’t too drunk to comprehend the idea of the floor that they stood on – and that Elmira had skidded across – had definitely taken note of that little action. Cole quietly cleared his throat and turned his face back down at the food, feeling that it would be less embarrassing for the both of them if he didn’t acknowledge Elmira in the slightest for the time being, and besides, she shouldn’t have any particular trouble finding him if she was a huntress.

As expected, it didn’t take long for her to be sliding onto the bench with him, and Cole only angled his lowered glance at her until she decided to speak, turning to give her a knowing look of acknowledgement before shifting his gaze back to his plate and delaying his sarcasm tastefully by poking at a leek. ”You must grease the bottom of your boots every morning,” he said, quietly, hiding his slight smile and deciding that adding something about horker fat would…really ruin his appetite. Instead, he cut off the end of the leek and brought it to his mouth, waiting for Elmira to be the one to continue the conversation since she was the one that had told him to meet her here.

Noting her words and actions, Cole gingerly slid his plate and tankard over to her to let her take a few bites and a drink, nonetheless still clutching to the larger piece of goat that was on the plate and that he’d already started on. His goat was “the highest on the rock,” as his people would say. But, still, Cole knew Elmira had been on this search for the Blades for a lot longer than he had, and she was probably as starved, if not moreso, for a meal that proved to be better than the pretty-decent soup that Cole’s former thief friends had prepared. The thought of those fools made Cole’s shoulders stiffen. He’d be glad if he never saw them again, and he was surely thankful that they hadn’t managed to track him down, not that they could track him down when they were…latched onto their random women. For all Cole knew, those thieves were still in that camp, having not even noticed that several days had now passed. Let them stay there.

But the thieves were beside the point. They could be left to whatever side in the war eventually tracked them down. His and Elmira’s business today was with the Blades, though Cole still had his reservations about the search for them and even mentioning them. Thankfully, Riverwood was too small of a town for the Thalmor to particularly care about it. Cole and Elmira’s work to search for them didn’t seem quite as dangerous tucked away in a little, quiet inn, though Cole did take a quick peek over his shoulder to make sure the one elf in town wasn’t currently gracing them with his presence.

Finally, though, his gaze settled on Elmira, giving her a shake of his head. ”Everyone I know that wouldn’t behead me at the mention of them or hand my name over to Elenwen only looked at me as if I had brain rot,” Cole answered. ”Your friend from Windhelm was the only one that didn’t, but then, she’s as crazy as we are.” After taking a bite of his goat, he came up with another thought that clearly had to be mentioned. ”Why hadn’t you told me to expect her to be pretty?”

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to Fly {WORDS } 724 {TAGGED } Cole, Delphine {WEARING} Fur armor As soon as she’d sat down, Elmira settled down into her seat and gave a large sigh of relief. At the same time, she sincerely hoped that no one was staring at her from that awkward entrance she had made only moments ago. She could still feel the back of her neck burning from her shame of how clumsy she had been. To the day they were in, she couldn’t figure out just why that seemed to always be happening to her. What she did know, however, was that somehow all thoughts left her whenever she actually had to be around other people. Cole’s greeting didn’t help the red creeping up her neck, and caused it to spread to her cheeks. If she could have gotten Skyrim to open up and swallow her whole, she would have done so, but instead she leaned her elbows on the table and gave him a sideways glance. Her short time with him had proved to her that he liked to get quips in there whenever he could, and a joke, but still… Swallowing her pride, she tried to make light of just how inept she felt. “Every nord greases the bottom of their feet in the morning. That way, we can repel saber-cats whenever we run into them. The cats don’t like the smell of what the housewives put in the grease.” Waiting a moment, Elmira stretched her legs out under the table they were sitting on and crossed her arms over her chest to leave him hanging for a second. After she had gotten more comfortable – and had repelled a bit of her awkward feelings, she continued. “Breton blood. The secret ingredient.” There, that might get him to be quiet about any other moments that happened whenever she was around a bunch of people. Unfortunately, she realized that there was a huge chance they would happen if she did have to be around them for any extended period of time. Leaning forward over the table again, Elmira blinked and rubbed at her eyes with her hand. She wished her seat was a bed, but with a glance toward the rooms, she didn’t honestly know if she could get back up from the seat and make it to a bed before she crumpled to the ground and just slept there for twelve hours. She couldn’t imagine how tired Esper had to be, since her mare had been the one doing the real work. Giving Cole a grateful look when he passed his meal to her, Elmira didn’t hesitate but to pick up the eating utensil, slowly stabbing a smaller piece of meat and bringing to her mouth. Resting her elbows down again, she methodically chewed at the meat, keeping her eyes down and looking at her – or Cole’s, rather – meal sitting in front of her. Still, when he started talking to her, she swallowed her bite and reached for his drink, taking a sip while she listened to what he had to say. Mentally she was cursing their luck. She was starting to have her doubts that they would ever find the Blades, a thought perhaps brought on by her weariness. “Oh Talos.”, she muttered in frustration, before taking another bite and slowly chewing it as well. When he asked why she hadn’t told him that she was pretty, Elmira shrugged a shoulder, her gaze flickering up to meet his. “I didn’t think it was very important at the time.” Taking a second drink, she swallowed that, set the tankard down, and glanced at him again. “When I met her she was a werewolf, running around attacking things. Hard to think someone’s pretty when you saw them as a hairy beast.”, she finally mentioned. {NOTES} Oooh poor Cole

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Kelly Clarkson

Tagged : Elmira | Words : 869 | Notes : Nadda!

Cole liked to think of himself as an observant Breton every…year or two, so he made note of how his words had turned Elmira’s initial, subtle reaction to walking in and unceremoniously – or maybe ceremoniously, that was the problem – sliding across the floor into a more pronounced one. By this point, having known her a grand total of days, Cole decided that she was, for a Nord, extremely cute about most things. Terrifying, yes, and wanting to slaughter everything and hunt and go after Thalmor and all other manner of activities that did not reside high on his personal list. But still immensely cute, considering the circumstances. He didn’t feel bad about the red that crept across her face, but apparently something about it had gotten to him, considering he was giving up his food to her. And Coulson Pike did not give up food without good reason to.

He wasn’t sure if the cuteness increased when she started off on her rant about how Nords greased their feet in the morning or if she had simply started to weird him out. He glanced at her oddly, watching her – perhaps a bit closely – stretch out beside him at the table and leave him hanging on her whole spill about saber cats and…grease and…yeah, he wasn’t really sure where she was going with that whole conversation at all. Since when did people pick up on his quips with quips of their own? Especially Nord women who seemed particularly awkward in every sense of the word. His eyes faltered from her for a few seconds, with him only giving her a ”Hmm” in response, before she spoke again and Cole’s eyes went right back to studying her face. Honestly, he would not have been remotely surprised if Nords really did use Breton blood for things. His stereotype of Nords, despite having a little Nord in his own blood, was that of brutish barbarians who…well, who did the same things that those thieves did in the camp, and who ate meat all the time, and who threw casks of mead all over the room, and who slaughtered anything that moved, and had beards and…yes. While Elmira didn’t exactly fit said mold, he…well, he could say he really wondered sometimes, when she moved in certain ways toward him, if she wasn’t just going to tackle him down and gut him. A lot of Nords had shown a propensity to try and do that over the course of his life.

Once Elmira had looked away and he’d recovered from staring at her in total, worried confusion at her words, he resumed looking down at his food and eyed her as she ate from his plate, wondering if she could eat as much of this kind of food as other Nords. But as soon as the thought had crossed his mind and he’d torn off a decent-sized strip of meat with his teeth – knowing he need not keep up appearances in a place like this (not that he cared usually) – the conversation changed to this whole “finding the Blades” deal that made him instantly uncomfortable upon remembering that the whole reason they were meeting was to attempt to find ways to potentially get in further trouble with the Imperials and the Thalmor and whoever else wanted links to the Dragonborn line dead permanently. Cole wasn’t naïve enough to think that a Nord would simply give up on something even if she was having no success, so he had no inkling of an idea that he could sit here and use their failures to find information as the means to convince Elmira to give up the search and go…do something else productive with him.

Not that he ever really did anything productive until now.

Looking expectantly at her when asking why he hadn’t been told about the looks of the woman from Windhelm, Cole’s expression froze with false disappointment as Elmira spoke. It was always important to know he was going to be talking with a beautiful woman. He could have worn his nice cloak- oh wait, he only had one cloak. But…there were certainly other reasons, even if he couldn’t think of them right now and didn’t want to stop eating to bring them up verbally. Instead, he took another bite, and-

Choked.

Cole sputtered loudly a few times on his meat before retrieving his mug and downing some of the liquid within to try and save himself from dying in his chair. After a handful of seconds, his coughing slowed to an occasional clearing of his throat and heaving of his shoulders. At least eight or nine pairs of eyes had been drawn his way, he noticed, as he casually wiped his bottom lip against his sleeve and cleared his throat one last time, waving them off and avoiding eye contact with the lot of them.

He had a good reason to choke, being told that a woman he thought to be rather interesting in the looks department was a werewolf. He’d also been sitting beside said woman and holding a conversation with her. All of a sudden, Cole needed someone or something to hide behind. ”The…uh…the werewolf tidbit wasn’t important?”, he asked, incredulously.

[atrb=cellSpacing,20,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 410px; background: url(http://media02.hongkiat.com/black_wallpapers/black-pattern.jpg); border: 3px double black, bTable] The Hound of Winterhold

[atrb=style, font-family: Tahoma; word-spacing: 1px; text-align: justify; background: url(http://fc03.deviantart.net/fs26/f/2008/178/1/9/Black_and_Grey_Pattern_by_kkll70.png); border: 3px dpuble black; color: white] Elnar awoke, well… Came back to consciousness would be a more adequate way of putting it. It wasn't uncommon at this point in his life. The Hound of Winterhold did as he pleased. But something… Was off about this particular incident. Elnar's hands tugged at his clothing; indeed, he was still armored, even if it was just his leather armor. I wasn't a dog… So my blade shou--- Ah, yes. The Blades. Dragons had returned to Skyrim and Elnar once again had a purpose in his life. He had heard some rumor from old men wiser than he that the Blades would be looking for new members now that the dragons had returned. It was their duty to protect the Dragonborn, after all. He was supposed to be off toward Riverwood, a feeble attempt to find someone who knew something helpful, when he staggered out of the pub in Windhelm in a drunken frenzy. Now Elnar was staring up at a ceiling. He could feel the wind on his cheek and flowing through his hair, Did I open the window or did I break in…? he wondered. He could also hear the sound of running water very close by. The Wolf groaned as he turned his head to the right, in the direction of the breeze. "Oh…" he said to himself, "Oh, I'm under a bridge... That shouldn't surprise me, all things considered." Turning his head to the left, the nord found his blade laying next to him and rolled out from under the bridge. It was just as dark out here than it was under the bridge, but that didn't bother Elnar in the slightest. In fact, the darkness kept the wolf's head from throbbing too bad. Upon looking around Elnar saw a town across the bridge, which he proceeded to move toward with a heavy sigh. His entire body ached and despite the darkness, just moving around caused his head to pound. Upon entering the town, Elnar quickly recognized the town, "Riverwood… How convenient… I'll celebrate this discovery with a drink." Outside of the Inn, Elnar found an Ice Wolf waiting patiently at the door. An odd scene in these parts, which meant no doubt that the wolf belonged to someone; and to have a pet Ice Wolf is no trivial thing. Elnar paused across the street from the Inn, waiting to see how long it'd take the wolf to notice his presence; unfortunately before Elnar had the chance to set his feet, the wolf had noticed him. The two stared at each other intently as Elnar slowly crossed the street. "You're oddly well behaved for a wolf, regardless of compaionship," Elnar said as reached the wolf and put his hand upon his head, stroking him softly, "Is it because we're alomst kin or because you're just doctile…?" At that the wolf than began growling, almost as though he had waited for Elnar to get closer and confirm it's suspicions. But still, the wolf did not attack him. "Who left ya out here, huh? Ya hungry? Lets go eat, yeah?" The Hound of Winterhold opened the door to the Inn wide enough to allow enough time for the wolf to enter behind him before it closed. But when the door shut, The Ghost Wolf was standing there alone; the wolf did not follow after his werewolf brethren. Elnar grunted something under his breathe about well behaved wolves and went over to the to barkeep, "I'll have a tankard of mead for myself, and enough raw meat to feed a full sized wolf." When the barkeep gave Elnar a questioning look, the Ghost Wolf raised his voice a couple notches, "Yes! A wolf! Raw meat for a wolf! What do you care? I hadn't brought 'im in, and you'll get your money!" Elnar slammed the gold unto the bar and attempted to ignore all the eyes that were burning into the back of his skull, surely the wolf's owner had heard him as well, potentially an unfortunate circumstance. Ah, well, no matter. I'd done nothing wrong… he thought as the barkeep returned with a tankard of mead and a bag full of meat, Elnar chugged the mead in a matter of seconds, "Look… I'm sorry for blowing up on ya'… There's your gold. Have yourself a fair night." With that Elnar stood from his seat, grabbed the bag of meat, and left the Inn still ignoring everyone's gaze.

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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 400px; background-color: #171818; padding:20px; border-top: 10px #171818 solid; border-bottom: 10px #171818 solid;] I’ll spread my wings and I’ll learn how to Fly {WORDS } 723 {TAGGED } Cole, Elnar {WEARING} Fur armor Elmira didn't much like his eyes on her, and Talos knew they were on her right now. After her whole dramatic entrance, she had gotten nearly everyone's eyes on her...true, but his was more than a mocking or interested look, he was actually searching her. That scared her half to death, that searching look, making her shift around in her seat uncomfortably and control her chewing motions until they were far more subtle. It was ridiculous really, but she just usually couldn't take eyes on her like that - and it was also unfortunate that he was, for a Breton, very handsome. It was also a ridiculous notion, since she was nearly the same size as him. However did Bretons get so tiny anyway? Had their parents starved them all in their early years? Elmira needed to make a mental note to remember to read or ask around about that. Or she could ask Cole, she supposed....he was a breton after all! But then, the less he looked at her, the better anyway. It surprised her too, that he had no comment for her statement that they used breton blood to place in the grease and repel sabercats. She had expected to get at least a bit of a rise from him, but instead she sighed and took another bite from his place. This was why she never tried to joke with someone - it usually ended up falling flat. Well whatever, she couldn't help that he had no sense of humor (like she can talk in that area) and didn't get that she had just been joking. And then he had to go and draw attention to them. With his sputtering, Elmira turned and gave him a confused look. Noting the watchful eyes, she decided in her embarrassed state that she had to stop his loud noises. Reaching a hand back, she swatted him hard on the back in hopes of getting whatever was lodged in his throat, out, but she didn't realize that she was pumping his back somewhat rough, and immediately stopped doing so and tried to shrink down in her seat. Unfortunately that didn't work so well when you were nearly as large as the man sitting beside you - it might have worked, after all, if it had been a sturdy nord she was sitting beside. Elmira hadn't honestly thought about the fact that she was a werewolf. It was important, she supposed, but it hadn't crossed her mind that the woman would double cross her or try to kill Cole. Why? Because Elmira would track her down and pin her hide to the nearest barn door if she did so, werewolf or not. Deciding that honest was the best option here, she shrugged and tried to ignore the people that were still staring at the 'odd couple' sitting on the bench. "It didn't seem all that important, Cole. If she would have double crossed me and hurt you, I would have nailed her hide to the nearest door and let her be found by the owners, and she knew it." It might have been a slight brag - obviously Elmira wasn't as powerful as a werewolf, but she had injured and backed the woman down once, she could definitely do so again if she needed to. "Besides...all you have to do is use the nords grease, it repels werewolves along with sabercats." Her own attention was diverted when she heard the booming voice of a man to her left. Swiveling her head, Elmira was in time to overhear him mention a wolf. What... "But Storm's the only-..." When he left, she was instantly in motion. Was he going to poison the meat and feed it to Storm? She had never known her wolf to take a meal from any stranger, but she couldn't be sure, and she wouldn't put it past the hardheaded nords to try it. In her scurry to follow the man and attack him if he tried, Elmira's leg got snagged underneath the bench, but instead of taking the time to free herself, she merely wrenched her leg out and upset it enough so that it toppled to the floor along with Cole. Without stopping, she drew her dagger and rushed outside the doors to attack the man. "You leave him alone!", she snapped out while she rushed at him. {NOTES} Poor Cole again...

table by CALIFORNIA DREAMING of CAUTION 2.0, lyrics by Kelly Clarkson

Tagged : Elmira, Elnar | Words : 876 | Notes : Ahhh, this poor man.

Cole officially decided that among Elmira’s greatest talents (from what he’d learned from her in, at most, two days of conversing), making comments that were probably meant to be jokes into really awkward sources of complete and utter silence. He could tell, by the way she looked at him and didn’t look at him and…seemed utterly uncomfortable, that she had been expecting some sort of response from him about the Breton blood comment. What…did he say to a comment like that, when even he hadn’t been able to tell if she wanted him to laugh or cry or run away screaming? Cole pointedly avoided looking right at her, instead keeping her in his peripheral vision and wishing she would say something from time to time to give him confirmation. A simple that was a joke would suffice, really. Would it be so hard to tell him that until he got used to her humor, so they wouldn’t have these extremely long pauses in their conversations where they sneakily looked at one another and waited for something less awkward to come out? It wouldn’t, not at all.

Oh, and couldn’t she have told him, or given him a little warning, about the werewolf thing so he wouldn’t sit at this table and die from inhaling some horribly jagged piece of the food he was eating? Apparently not.

In his strangling on whatever he’d swallowed, he barely noticed her slapping him on the back outside of it pushing him forward almost against the table while he remained in his state of frantic coughing. He looked at her like he knew she was attempting to kill him – maybe she was –until he slowly started to recover and get his bearings back again. Too late – everyone in the area seemed to think the two of them were now the most interesting creatures under the northern lights of Skyrim. Cole just tried to pretend like none of them existed as he let his eyes rest on the Nord at his side, dying – literally – for a chance to hear why she hadn’t thought to tell him that the woman he’d been sitting beside two days before had been capable of turning into a giant wolf-thing that could have eaten his face off in half a second. If she hadn’t noticed he even had trouble coping with the presence of wolves, she needed…help. Well, he sort of knew she needed help anyway.

He only looked at her incredulously as she tried to explain why she wouldn’t need to tell him that someone he would be interacting with happened to be a werewolf, fully prepared to make a large argument as to exactly why she did need to tell him these things. ”Not important to you, maybe, because if she’d eaten me alive it would have been no hide off your bac-“ He stopped, though, finally starting to understand what she was saying to him. She would have…nailed a werewolf to the door? He doubted that, but somehow, it sounded like the thought counted more. ”You would have done what?”, he asked again, the argument on his face disappearing in favor of simple surprise and interest. Okay, so maybe the whole idea that Elmira wouldn’t have cared had he been eaten wasn’t exactly true, by the sound of this.

Suddenly, he felt much – well ,a little – better about the circumstances. He still would have been dead, but at least Elmira cared enough to try stabbing a werewolf and probably dying herself? Yes…what a…relief.

Dwelling on that thought, Cole went for another bite of his food to try and calm down and not choke when…well, he didn’t get his chance to calm down, hearing Elmira say something aloud about her wolf. Instantly, Cole checked the floor for the animal, not exactly hearing what she’d said. ”What?”, he asked her, when he found no wolf, and instead of answering him all he could see was Elmira standing up awkwardly and way too quickly but getting nowhere. Suddenly, he was worried again. He noticed her leg to his side, caught in the small space between the bench and the table. ”You’re stuck in-“ And as soon as he reached a hand over to help push her out, he felt her snatch the whole bench along with her, wherever she was going. Unbalanced and with one hand occupied with his food, Cole stood no chance at catching himself against the table before he joined the bench in falling to the floor, Elmira’s form disappearing from above him once he hit the ground and leaving the Breton to stare up at the ceiling, with the eyes now on him again.

Damn it all. He took a bite of his food as he lay there, not caring for several long moments what was going on, before the worry started to hit him and he looked to the door with the realization that Elmira had left the building altogether. Angrily tossing his food back at the table, Cole untangled himself from his own limbs and the bench as he stood and gathered himself, letting out an extremely loud huff and making no eye contact as he made for the door to see what this absolutely insane Nord woman was doing now.