Don't look far from a Nord. Lowlander sounds like something that'd fall out their mouths. Lady luck says you've a Nord sounding name to go with all that. [Still looking out for the things that had fallen from the sky, Brónach bends, picks up what had been left when it fell that she'd been poking at and holds it in her hands. Cold. Doesn't feel like flesh at all. Too green for comfort.]

Aedra are immortal, means our ancestors, most men and mer where I'm from worship them as gods. Daedra are different. Powerful ones are Daedric Princes, got their own planes to rule but you can't kill them, just banish them. They aren't our ancestors. All of them are powerful but Daedra get involved more. Do things. [Blood on her hands, pieces of her cut away to divide amongst them, how many times over did they name her Champion from Oblivion?] Those things might be like atronachs, lesser daedra but mage stuff.

[Her hand jerks back to her bow, tongue clicking.]

Something happened like that a long time ago, all the daedra tried taking over. Next you'll be saying there's dragons everywhere again. [This is her idea of a joke. She's bad at them.]