Ina'is and the Ashen Snow of Ill Omens

The sky burns like fire; the ashes rain like snow. There is a strange taste in the air, but no one seems to care. Ina'is continues to fulfill her preistly duties. Neither rain nor shine, or end of time, love still remains. What the future holds, Khajiit does not know, but she will go with the flow. Ina'is should have gone to the bard's college instead. She is feeling poetic in these dark times. Neither are good.