Time seemed to fly on during Sabine and Peiter's day in. It was as much an experience in learning as it was in pleasure. As they continued, they became more familiar with each other's reactions and built up a repertoire of what they enjoyed. For a while, this made each experience better as they went along. However, now they were both getting tired, ragged, and sore. Peiter was certainly showcasing his endurance, but Sabine was one, maybe two rounds away from stopping for the day. Then again, she thought that on her last two breaks, but then they found another position.

Before the knock on the door, the entire outside world was out of Sabine's mind. The sound made it all rush back at once with such jarring brevity that she almost yelped in shock.

From the other side of the door, the strange sounds abruptly stopped. There were some sharp whispers and murmurs, shuffling of linen, and finally light padding of feet on the squeaky wooden floor.

The door opened a short way to reveal a sight and a smell. The sight was Sabine's exhausted and sweat-drenched little face peering out from behind the door. Her hair had hints of the straight styling that it wore in the morning, but it was so messy, wet, and bedraggled that she looked as if she had been fighting an army. Strands of it clung to her cheeks and her neck as if they were just as fearful as she looked. The smell was unbeknownst to Sabine, as she had been in it all day, but what seeped out and struck Meesei's nostrils like a club was unmistakable. It was definitely not an army.

"Um, do you need something, Meesei?" Sabine croaked nervously. She stood such that the door was obscuring the bed in the dim hope that Meesei wouldn't suspect anything.

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Tzirret actually smiled a little and his ears perked halfway. It was funny how different that tale was at this end of Tamriel. [i]"Tzirret has heard that story, actually. Though it was a bit different when he heard it."[/i] The thought didn't cross Tzirret's mind that clarifying might disenchant the story as they knew it. [i]"He heard it from Gallus, my alpha, who heard it from Meesei herself. I don't remember the Orc being giant, but he did stab Meesei in the gut with a silver spear. She had to get special treatment to stay alive."[/i] Tzirret itched behind his ear, making that one stand straighter for a moment as he spoke. [i]"She also just got the ring from the Orc himself if this one remembers rightly. He had taken it when he killed the last champion, or something."[/i]

Tzirret refocussed, [i]"But, this one has seen Meesei's magic. It is very real. These Altmer, are they powerful?"[/i]