Meesei listened to Fendros' outburst, though she seemed to be completely unaffected by it. She simply waited until he was finished, then approached him and began pacing around him, ignoring his last question in favor of her own speech. "And you are telling me you believe all of that? Truly believe it? Don't get me wrong, I understand completely why you carry the opinion you do, but that does not make it right. You were raised in an Imperial settlement with Imperial values, perhaps with influence from your Dunmer parents. You have been told that those who live in similar cities are civilized, while those who chose a life in the wilds are savage barbarians, and, as a child, you had no reason to disbelieve them. After all, the entire sum of your beliefs and morals come directly from your parents, do they not? Maybe some influence from friends too? If they knew everything, that would be perfect, but what if they get something wrong? You would believe it completely, having no reason not to trust them. But your parents are infallible, right? They taught you, or gave you the resources to teach yourself, everything they 'knew' about the world. They likely told you what to believe on politics, history, magic. For instance, they might have told you that levitation is a dead art, a spell lost to the ages that none alive know."

Meesei walker around behind Fendros, sliding her hand across his back as she charged alteration magic into his body. He started to glow a violet color as faint tendrils of magic wrapped around him. She then walked around in front of him, grabbing his arm and lifting him up a few feet off the ground, where he remained even once she let go. Meesei looked up at him, staring him in the eyes. "They couldn't be wrong, could they?" 

After dispelling her levitation and letting him drop to the ground, she continued her speech. ""You need to ask yourself [i]why[/i] you believe what you believe. Do you think our lifestyle so inferior because that is what your family raised you to think, or because you have looked carefully at both lifestyles, thought about what each one offers, then come to a conclusion based on your own ability to reason. You need to push away the bias you have been raised with and think about it objectively. Your family has a successful business, yes? But what does that success actually mean? Do you think it would be fulfilling to spend the rest of your days growing berries in field, then fermenting it into wine? Lorag might sing your praises for it, but does that life really have any goals or aspirations, anything to achieve, or will you just be stagnating? Doing the same things day in and day out for centuries, maybe with a vacation every now and then."

Meesei over in front of Fendros and placed a hand on his shoulder. "If you think you are losing any opportunities in this, perhaps I should enlighten you on my own past. You were to inherit a farm, I was to inherit an entire village. In my clan in Black Marsh, there were three leaders of our clan, which, despite the image probably going through your head, consisted of a few hundred individuals.These leaders were the Master-Hunter, the Elder, and the Shaman. I was raised to be the Shaman of my people, trained extensively in magic, diplomacy, our history, and overall, how to be a leader. I was meant to guide our entire people , especially in regards to magic and the clan's health. In most ways, the lives and well being of all of those people would have been tied to my decisions; it was a great responsibility, and a great honor. My life had purpose...or at least I though it did at the time. When our hunters could no longer find prey, I went against tradition and went to Hircine for guidance. It was at that point that I realized how little what I was doing actually meant. Sure, I had the responsibility to keep my clan alive, but that was [i]all[/i] we were doing: surviving. We had no real goals, no purpose to attain or achieve other than simply staying alive. Granted, that is a difficult task in the marsh, but it was still not enough. As a Hunter of Hircine, I have actual purpose. I seek to grow my power, to hunt the greatest and strongest creatures this world, and perhaps a few others, has to offer. I am beyond mortal, and you can be too. You are a child to your own race, and even compared to the shorter lived races you are young. And yet, you managed to kill a werewolf single-handedly. You killed an ogre not minutes ago with nothing but your own claws and teeth. You have potential, and a lot of it; you deserve more than just growing grapes for a living, a [i]lot[/i] more."