Following his arrival to Winterhold, Sehun passes through the deserted snowed in streets, stopping briefly by the inn for some food to silence his growling stomach. He wants to get to the college as soon as possible, a want that only grows as he attempts to tune out the whispers around him, of elves and colleges of destruction.
Winterhold, Sehun finds, is far smaller than Windhelm and therefore easy to navigate, especially when going to a building that sticks out as much as the mage’s college does. The wind is harsher here, biting coldly at the slightly exposed skin on his face, his hooded cloak covering most of him. He passes a dark elf and a nord, whom he assumes to be students, practicing simple alteration spells, lights hovering above them as they laugh together. Sehun feels lucky to slip by unnoticed, until he stops in front of a high elf several steps later once he reaches the bridge.
“I don’t recognise you.” Her dark hair is pulled back high, and Sehun wonders how she’s not frozen without a hood. Adaptation, he supposes. Or a spell? “State your purpose.”
“I-I wish to join. The college.”
“As I’m sure you’re aware, not just anyone can enrol. Those who wish to are required to show some degree of skill. A small test, if you will.”
“A demonstration?” Sehun fidgets. He’s never really shown his magic off to anyone, because there’s not much to show, really.
“Quite. Do you know how to conjure a Flame Atronach?”
Sehun freezes. He has had a successful conjuration before, but with his cold, shaking fingers--
Someone’s quick, running footsteps come into Sehun’s hearing, followed by a voice. “Qian!” Sehun looks up, eyes widening at the wood elf before him. “Who’s this? New student?”
“About to be before you interrupted,” she says, with no real bite to her voice despite her words. “At least, if he passes the test.”
“Don’t be so harsh on him.” He sticks a hand out in Sehun’s direction. “I’m Luhan. This is Qian. No doubt she hasn’t introduced herself yet.”
“S-Sehun.” Sehun takes Luhan’s hand, grip weak compared to the stranger’s.
“Healing? Destruction? Alteration?” Luhan asks, head turned to Qian.
“Conjuring Flame Atronach.”
Luhan’s eyes widen. “Conjuring from the Oblivion is no easy feat when you’re nervous.” Luhan turns to Sehun again. “Just imagine you’re in battle, in desperate need of defence. Think of the Atronach as your friend when you’re in need.”
Sehun closes his eyes, feeling his hands heat up as he concentrates. When he opens his eyes, a Daedra made of flames floats by his side, towering over them all.
"Welcome to the College of Winterhold, Sehun."