"My mother? She was an interesting woman. Lively, energetic. She had a lot of skills, though she did not really specialize in anything. She loved making friends, and had a hand in just about everything in the village. Obviously, she helped my father with his rituals as Treeminder, but she also helped gather ingredients for our alchemist, she helped make armor and weapons for our hunters, she helped farm our crops, and even build our huts. For someone without a definite 'role', her days were quite busy. Overall, I would say her biggest role in the village was simply to be a friend to the people she knew. And she had quite a few friends. I doubt anything has changed for her in that respect since I left." Meesei explained. 

Kaleeth kept her arms crossed, wishing she had some way to vent her sudden frustrations. As excited as she was to see the various parts of Tamriel, like the Imperial City, she wondered if it would even be worth it if the people they came across were going to give them problems. Why could they not just worry about their own lives? "So, if he tries to do anything to us, we can...punch him in the face or something. I don't know, I just...I don't think we should have to worry about it. It doesn't seem fair. I chose to fight back against those kinds of hateful opinions when I disobeyed my father. If I could fight back against him, then I can fight back against these strangers too. If the world wants to try to make us unhappy, well, I don't want to see you giving in, okay?" Kaleeth said with a surprising amount of conviction. Even if she did not fully understand how some people outside her homeland felt about Argonians, her experience with her father had been enough to give her strong opinions on the issue.