Teldryn and you were camping out in the northern part of Solstheim. You had set up a small camp, a large tent and a small campfire. It was slightly cold, but the wind and snow had slowed down. The fire was providing enough warmth.

Teldryn couldn’t stop glancing over at you. There was this strange feeling inside him, and it kept making his cheeks flush warm whenever you looked his way. He didn’t want to mention it to you, because he didn’t know what it was.

“Serjo?”