He felt it every time a dragon was felled. The feeling could not be explained, but it was like loss and celebration all at once.
But this day
This day, the same feeling came and went. And seconds later
another feeling arrived. A feeling that he'd not felt in
Arngeir looked to his brethren. So they had all felt it
They communed in the centre hall of High Hrothgar did not exchange words. Merely glances. The Greybeards moved to exit their monastery to send out their request to the world.
As they stood near the peak of the Throat of the World, they faced outward. Towards the four corners of Skyrim. In a singular voice, they spoke.
And the world trembled.
It was time. The Dragonborn had come.
As the days passed, Arngeir's pacing in the hall of High Hrothgar became more frantic. The Dovahkiin had not yet responded to the call of the Gr