While one Argonian child approached Sabine, it seemed that another took interest in Ahnasha. It was a small, light green Argonian boy of about five or six years of age, though Ahnasha had to admit she had a hard time telling the difference in gender of very young Argonians. He looked up at her with a smile and laughter as he said something in Jel that she couldn't understand.
"I'm sorry, I cannot speak Jel." Ahnasha said to the little boy. Surprisingly, the boy seemed to understand, then concentrated heavily on what he was going to say next.
"You talk Cyro-bilic? Mother isss...isss ssleeping-place owner." He said, heavily exaggerating each "s" sound with a hiss. Ahnasha returned a smile and gave a light chuckle. The boy certainly seemed curious and friendly, and if she understood him properly, it seemed like his mother was an innkeeper, which did explain his minor understanding of Cyrodilic. "I a Saxhleel, you a...kitten." He said excitedly before lightly poking her stomach. "Big kitten."
Normally, Ahnasha might be offended, but coming from a small child, especially one with such an amusing speech pattern, she found it rather cute. For Fendros, it would likely be obvious just by looking at her that she was thinking about their own child. It would only be a few years before their child was at the same stage as the Argonian boy, with all the benefits and challenges that came along with it. "Close. I am a Khajiit, though it won't be long before we have a 'kitten'." She said with a grin, rubbing her stomach.
Considering that he came from an egg, the boy probably didn't really understand what Ahnasha meant, but nevertheless, he seemed to accept it. "You are Khaj-it...Kha-jeet." The boy said before turning towards Fendros beside her. "What is he?"
"He is a Dark Elf, a Dunmer." Ahnasha explained. She expected that the boy would be curious, but instead, he gasped and stared at Fendros with his eyes wide and filled with fear. "A Dunmer! No let him take me, no let him take me!" The boy screamed, running around Ahnasha and hiding behind her legs. Tears formed in his eyes and he began to sob as he peered around Ahnasha's legs at Fendros. For Ahnasha, she was at a bit of a loss for what to do and, for the moment, only managed to look at Fendros with a concerned expression and shrug her shoulders awkwardly.
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"We will need to hunt tonight to build up our stocks. Actually, now that we are in the marsh, we will need to hunt more frequently since meat rots more quickly. I have an idea of where to go to find a village, but it may require some searching around." Meesei explained as they started to make their way out of the city.
The next few weeks of travel proved more difficult than the pack was used to in Cyrodiil. Even though the marsh was teeming with life, it took some time for the rest of the pack to become acquainted with how to track and kill the marsh's creatures. As they moved away from the coast, the terrain became more difficult to navigate, slowing their pace further, and Meesei could only offer so much advice. Normally, she would have swam along the marsh's plentiful rivers to travel quickly, but that was not feasible for the rest of her pack. She only knew how to speed their pace slightly when it came to land travel. Even so, they were making slow and steady progress. Unfortunately, actually locating a village was proving more difficult than she had hoped. She had a general idea of the region the village would be moving to, but it was a wide area and was subject to change.
Ahnasha's condition was further complicating matters, as much as she hated it. She couldn't hunt effectively like she used to and only did so when her beast spirit demanded it. She couldn't keep up the same pace as the others, so inevitably, they started to cover less and less ground in a day, which caused her no small amount of guilt. Ahnasha at least tried to take care of the camp in whatever way she could so she could at least feel like she was contributing. Otherwise, she began to make use of the painting supplies they picked up in Thorn so she could practice in her now-abundant free time. As she predicted, her first creations were nothing spectacular, but she was at least trying to improve. Through it all, she never stopped giving Fendros his archery lessons, as that was something she could do no matter what her stage of pregnancy. As usual, his skills were steadily improving; Ahnasha found it surprisingly easy to teach him. He still wasn't as accurate as her, but she could honestly say that he was now a formidable opponent at range.
Overall, it was about one and a half months before the pack made it to an Argonian town. It wasn't a village like they were looking for and did not have a central tree they could use, but Meesei had reason to believe that the town's leadership would know the current location of a village. They would only be stopping in for a short time for a limited resupply and to ask about the village. The town itself was nothing like the grand and beautiful Thorn. Rather, it was a small, tight-knit community. It still held some of the Imperial influences found in the city, but it was much more in-touch with traditional Argonian culture. The buildings on the main road through town were certainly interesting to look at for Meesei. They were made of wood like Imperial buildings, but were decorated with distinctly Argonian designs. Additionally, they were reinforced rather heavily against flooding, but even so, at least some water damage was apparent along the base of some of them. Outside the main road, most of the homes were made from packed mud and clay, which was far easier to rebuild than a wooden building. If a flood did happen to wash away some of the buildings, it was not a difficult task to rebuild, all things considered. As for the people, they also were somewhere between Imperial-influenced and traditional Argonian. Since the village was a stop on the road for travelers, the clothing styles were somewhat similar to what they saw in Thorn, but much less extravagant in design. Instead, they dressed simply and practically for what they needed in their day-to-day lives. The shopkeepers and other people who expected to see travelers would be able to speak Cyrodilic well enough, but most others would likely only know Jel. As expected, most of the population was Argonian, but Meesei would not be surprised to see a Human or Elf that decided to make the place their home.
"Alright, just be kind and considerate and you will likely not run the risk of offending anyone. Try to remember all the important things I've told you about Argonian culture. Trust is something that is earned among Argonians, so keep that in mind if you interact with anyone.This town is a stop on the road, so it is used to travelers, but still, be cautious. I think it would be best if I spoke to the town's leadership alone, just to avoid complicating things.
The next few weeks of travel proved more difficult than the pack was used to in Cyrodiil. Even though the marsh was teeming with life, it took some time for the rest of the pack to become acquainted with how to track and kill the marsh's creatures. As they moved away from the coast, the terrain became more difficult to navigate, slowing their pace further, and Meesei could only offer so much advice. Normally, she would have swam along the marsh's plentiful rivers to travel quickly, but that was not feasible for the rest of her pack. She only knew how to speed their pace slightly when it came to land travel. Even so, they were making slow and steady progress. Unfortunately, actually locating a village was proving more difficult than she had hoped. She had a general idea of the region the village would be moving to, but it was a wide area and was subject to change.
Ahnasha's condition was further complicating matters, as much as she hated it. She couldn't hunt effectively like she used to and only did so when her beast spirit demanded it. She couldn't keep up the same pace as the others, so inevitably, they started to cover less and less ground in a day, which caused her no small amount of guilt. Ahnasha at least tried to take care of the camp in whatever way she could so she could at least feel like she was contributing. Otherwise, she began to make use of the painting supplies they picked up in Thorn so she could practice in her now-abundant free time. As she predicted, her first creations were nothing spectacular, but she was at least trying to improve. Through it all, she never stopped giving Fendros his archery lessons, as that was something she could do no matter what her stage of pregnancy. As usual, his skills were steadily improving; Ahnasha found it surprisingly easy to teach him. He still wasn't as accurate as her, but she could honestly say that he was now a formidable opponent at range.
Overall, it was about one and a half months before the pack made it to an Argonian town. It wasn't a village like they were looking for and did not have a central tree they could use, but Meesei had reason to believe that the town's leadership would know the current location of a village. They would only be stopping in for a short time for a limited resupply and to ask about the village. The town itself was nothing like the grand and beautiful Thorn. Rather, it was a small, tight-knit community. It still held some of the Imperial influences found in the city, but it was much more in-touch with traditional Argonian culture. The buildings on the main road through town were certainly interesting to look at for Meesei. They were made of wood like Imperial buildings, but were decorated with distinctly Argonian designs. Additionally, they were reinforced rather heavily against flooding, but even so, at least some water damage was apparent along the base of some of them. Outside the main road, most of the homes were made from packed mud and clay, which was far easier to rebuild than a wooden building. If a flood did happen to wash away some of the buildings, it was not a difficult task to rebuild, all things considered. As for the people, they also were somewhere between Imperial-influenced and traditional Argonian. Since the village was a stop on the road for travelers, the clothing styles were somewhat similar to what they saw in Thorn, but much less extravagant in design. Instead, they dressed simply and practically for what they needed in their day-to-day lives. The shopkeepers and other people who expected to see travelers would be able to speak Cyrodilic well enough, but most others would likely only know Jel. As expected, most of the population was Argonian, but Meesei would not be surprised to see a Human or Elf that decided to make the place their home.
"Alright, just be kind and considerate and you will likely not run the risk of offending anyone. Try to remember all the important things I've told you about Argonian culture. Trust is something that is earned among Argonians, so keep that in mind if you interact with anyone.This town is a stop on the road, so it is used to travelers, but still, be cautious. I think it would be best if I spoke to the town's leadership alone, just to avoid complicating things.
I actually think I'll be able to post.
I think I'll do a bit of a timeskip in my next one. It is late though, so it might be tomorrow when I post it.
Ahnasha gave a smile, though it was obvious it also came with a fair amount of sadness. "Goodbye, Ariel. I think we're all going to miss you. I'm glad Janius wandered into the right store back in Vos. I'm also glad Sabine will be able to carry on your habit of making anti-inflammatory salves for me. My joints and muscles also thank you for that." She said, trying to speak with a bit more of an upbeat tone. "Maybe we'll be able to come back and see you again."
"Yeah, that'd be good, I think." Lorag added. He wasn't much for extended goodbyes or emotional speeches, but he had to say something. He had gotten used to having Ariel around, to the point that he didn't feel like yelling at anyone when she hugged him. A part of him even wanted to bring her along and induct her into the pack, but he knew they were going into danger, and quite a lot of it. For how helpful she was on the road, that really wasn't something she was cut out for.
Meesei stood beside Sabine and placed a hand on her shoulder, looking at her sympathetically before turning to Ariel. "I cannot promise it, but if we have the opportunity to return here, we will. At the very least, we will inform you of the results of the ritual. We'll do our best to write reasonably often. It has been a pleasure, Ariel." She said before turning back to the others. "I suppose it is time for us to depart."
"Yeah, that'd be good, I think." Lorag added. He wasn't much for extended goodbyes or emotional speeches, but he had to say something. He had gotten used to having Ariel around, to the point that he didn't feel like yelling at anyone when she hugged him. A part of him even wanted to bring her along and induct her into the pack, but he knew they were going into danger, and quite a lot of it. For how helpful she was on the road, that really wasn't something she was cut out for.
Meesei stood beside Sabine and placed a hand on her shoulder, looking at her sympathetically before turning to Ariel. "I cannot promise it, but if we have the opportunity to return here, we will. At the very least, we will inform you of the results of the ritual. We'll do our best to write reasonably often. It has been a pleasure, Ariel." She said before turning back to the others. "I suppose it is time for us to depart."
Ahnasha shrugged her shoulders. "Not really, there wasn't all that much time between me returning to the festival and us leaving. I did buy another one of those pastries, which was a great way to avoid having to share my food. People there were quite sociable, and I did end up talking to a few strangers. Some locals, some visitors. I almost always ended up getting congratulated on our child, which got rather old, to be honest. I don't quite know why she was at the festival in the first place, but a priestess of Dibella complimented my appearance, so I suppose that was nice. Apparently, this dress 'accents my natural beauty', or something."
As the group entered the inn, both Meesei and Lorag wasted no time in getting upstairs to pack their belongings. They had spent more coin than Meesei was used to over the past few days, but with how much they made off the silver weapons, there was still enough left over to suit their needs. One issue they were going to face was that they would need to go hunting as soon as they were out in the marsh, as their food supplies were not especially high, and it would be expensive to buy enough meat during the festival. She was not worried, however, especially considering that they were now in the part of Tamriel she was most familiar with.
As the group entered the inn, both Meesei and Lorag wasted no time in getting upstairs to pack their belongings. They had spent more coin than Meesei was used to over the past few days, but with how much they made off the silver weapons, there was still enough left over to suit their needs. One issue they were going to face was that they would need to go hunting as soon as they were out in the marsh, as their food supplies were not especially high, and it would be expensive to buy enough meat during the festival. She was not worried, however, especially considering that they were now in the part of Tamriel she was most familiar with.
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
As much as Ssarak wanted to speak to the people he knew, he did not want to put himself in the way of the infirmary staff. Besides, most of them likely needed rest, and simply seeing them alive would be enough to put his mind at ease. A few of the friendly faces he saw came from Satori's psychomancy class, and at least none of those seemed to be in mortal danger. Of course, there were others from his classes that were not present, which meant they were either fine, or they were deceased. Time would be the only way to determine which was the case. Apart from Lidda, he could see no teachers in the room, though there were guards, staff, and other college officials. He even saw the headmaster, Khan, recovering from the wounds he sustained during the previous night's events. He also spotted Mar in the infirmary, along with her child. From the outside, both her and her child seemed to be in good health for their circumstances. From what Leith had said, she had been attacked not only by demons, but by the other Naga, Xyden, as well. Ssarak could not fathom what would provoke such an attack against the mother of a newborn child, but he hoped Xyden received proper punishment for his actions.
The person Ssarak saw who he was most concerned about was Alaira. She was not conscious and, by the attention the staff was giving her, not responsive as well. He could see that she was breathing, so she was certainly alive, but of all the people he recognized, she looked to be in the worst shape. He could not admit to knowing her too well, but anyone who knew Alaira knew that her talents in combat was one of the defining features of her personality. The fact that she was in her current state underscored how dangerous the demons they faced could be.
Once he had looked around the infirmary enough, Ssarak left to return to Meirin and Leith outside. As he approached the group, he noticed an unfamiliar individual in a guard uniform speaking to the pair. Ssarak walked up beside Meirin and gave the guardsman a nod.
"Greetings." He said politely before looking down to Meirin. "I saw a few people I knew in the infirmary. The headmaster was there, wounded, but recovering. I saw Mar and her child; both appeared in good health, all things considered. Alaira seemed to be in a much more dubious state, however. She was alive, but was unconscious and did not appear responsive. I intend to return to check on her when the infirmary is less crowded. One person I did not see was Aruna. I know she did not return to your room last night, so I hoped to find her recovering in there. Hopefully, she is unharmed and simply found another place to stay for the night due to the chaos."
As much as Ssarak wanted to speak to the people he knew, he did not want to put himself in the way of the infirmary staff. Besides, most of them likely needed rest, and simply seeing them alive would be enough to put his mind at ease. A few of the friendly faces he saw came from Satori's psychomancy class, and at least none of those seemed to be in mortal danger. Of course, there were others from his classes that were not present, which meant they were either fine, or they were deceased. Time would be the only way to determine which was the case. Apart from Lidda, he could see no teachers in the room, though there were guards, staff, and other college officials. He even saw the headmaster, Khan, recovering from the wounds he sustained during the previous night's events. He also spotted Mar in the infirmary, along with her child. From the outside, both her and her child seemed to be in good health for their circumstances. From what Leith had said, she had been attacked not only by demons, but by the other Naga, Xyden, as well. Ssarak could not fathom what would provoke such an attack against the mother of a newborn child, but he hoped Xyden received proper punishment for his actions.
The person Ssarak saw who he was most concerned about was Alaira. She was not conscious and, by the attention the staff was giving her, not responsive as well. He could see that she was breathing, so she was certainly alive, but of all the people he recognized, she looked to be in the worst shape. He could not admit to knowing her too well, but anyone who knew Alaira knew that her talents in combat was one of the defining features of her personality. The fact that she was in her current state underscored how dangerous the demons they faced could be.
Once he had looked around the infirmary enough, Ssarak left to return to Meirin and Leith outside. As he approached the group, he noticed an unfamiliar individual in a guard uniform speaking to the pair. Ssarak walked up beside Meirin and gave the guardsman a nod.
"Greetings." He said politely before looking down to Meirin. "I saw a few people I knew in the infirmary. The headmaster was there, wounded, but recovering. I saw Mar and her child; both appeared in good health, all things considered. Alaira seemed to be in a much more dubious state, however. She was alive, but was unconscious and did not appear responsive. I intend to return to check on her when the infirmary is less crowded. One person I did not see was Aruna. I know she did not return to your room last night, so I hoped to find her recovering in there. Hopefully, she is unharmed and simply found another place to stay for the night due to the chaos."
Lucius Cypher said
Commander, I thought you should be aware that should Tyrael ever find Ssarak within the presence of Lyn or at least brings a conversation with Lyn in it, he will inform him that Ssarak is to be a obligated guardian of Lyn. Seeing that without Ssarak's ever so loving presence, Lyn would have never been born (So soon). Basically Tyrael thinks that Ssarak is just as responsible for Lyn's birth as Athalus is, after that whole Aphrodisiac Breath thing.What I'm saying is that you need to be more involved in Lyn's life. You helped make her after all.
Alright, though at the present moment, with Fallen's internet situation being so precarious, I think I'll have him go back outside to the others this time. Hopefully, Fallen's situation will end up improving.
I looked back, you are correct.
Lucius Cypher said
He should know, he and Annabeth went to get Lyn presents.
They went to get presents because Annabeth felt it was appropriate since Mar was expecting a child, not because she had already been born. That I do remember.
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