Cast Stark Reality

Novice, eh?

Faralda's gaze weighing heavily upon you, you retrace the signs you'd memorised before your little nighttime diversion.

A stifled shriek pierced the air as your palm met the seal to complete the cast, and instead of cool stone, the silky texture of a pair of sheer black panties graced your fingertips. You risk a glance to see the stern Altmer shift her cloak uncomfortably and shoot you a withering glare.

You crush the displaced undergarment in a fist and stow it in one of your cloaks several pockets. There was no point in being subtle; the high elf obviously knew.

Faralda turns on her heel to light the sconces leading to the College gate.

"I don't know where you learnt such a spell, but you've passed the test." she stated stiffly.

"Talk to Mirabelle Ervine in the courtyard, she'll handle administration. And once you do,"

The iciness in her tone was palpable.

"See me in the Hall of Countenance. We have your entrance test to...discuss."