Felix Caelus

A winter beneath the auroras of Skyrim have gone some way to inuring Felix against the sheer wonder of lights in the sky. But there's nothing truly like the Emperor's court wizards putting on the greatest show of the year. You can see the display all the way from the heights of Bruma if the skies are clear.

Home at last, he thinks, drinking in the work of master illusionists and master alchemists alike. He knows just enough to appreciate how difficult some of those tricks are, how little he understands the craft that accomplished them.

But there is a view he likes better - the one he gets when he sneaks a look at Jim's expression. Felix grins, very satisfied indeed. The Imperial City at New Year is the greatest party in Tamriel. Even enough to impress a space captain from beyond the stars. And yet... there's a simple pleasure in watching Jim's delight that really doesn't care about Imperial honor or one-upping far-off Federations.

"Will you be up to joining me for a dance, after this?"