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Katrina had never really been to school - her upbringing had been a burst of creation in the middle of nowhere thanks to a Daedric Prince and left with a basic grasp of language, local customs and some social graces.  Not a lot, but some.  She knew what she was, thanks to that echoing voice in her head for the first few moments of her existence, but there was nothing else.  She had been gifted with intelligence and a mind that questioned everything.  Maybe that was a wicked trait imposed on her by her creator.   Was her life just an amusement for the Prince?  She didn't know.  For now, she had to follow her destiny, whatever that was.

The Jarl had pointed her to High Hrothgar, high up on the mountain that overlooked Whiterun, up 7,000 steps.  Katrina scoffed.  Walking was for humans.  She was a succubus and had wings.  Up she flew, high, high, high above the snowline.  Most of the way up she spotted a woman dressed in furs and with a bow.  Who was she and what was she doing there?  Landing with a sudden thump that startled the praying woman, Katrina soon discovered the woman was a pilgrim called Arien, looking for a purpose in her life.  Katrina offered to team up with her in her quests, and Arien, with nothing else to do, readily agreed.

Together they entered the monastery and Katrina soon found she was asked to learn from the monks there, the Greybeards, in what she was, the Dragonborn, and what this meant.  Also, they taught her a new word of power, Whirlwind Sprint, and showed her how to use this in a shout, or Thu'um.  To Katrina it was her only taste of school, and she concentrated very hard and listened.