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Sam felt a mix of fear and nervousness upon seeing Stevie transform in front of him. His own beast started to tug at his mind upon seeing her in her werewolf form, but it did not seem as strong as hers at the moment. He wished he understood the intricacies of how and why their beasts would force their transformations, but for the moment, he just needed to focus on calming Stevie while suppressing his own beast. As near as he could tell, she knew his scent as her mate, so hopefully, she would not be compelled to attack him in her werewolf form. He walked up to the refrigerator cautiously and pulled a pack of ground beef out of the freezer. Opening it quickly, he sat it on the floor in front of Stevie, then slowly and cautiously approached her. His heart pounded with fear as he ran his hands over her fur, trying his best to calm her. "It's going to be alright, Stevie, just...just eat."
Sam sat down beside Stevie, grinning as he began his breakfast as well. "Don't worry, I remembered to fill it up before I came home yesterday. I've been thinking about this trip a lot, so I've thought of...mostly everything." He said, at which point he noticed her gasp. Given the few close calls they had over the past few days, he immediately knew what was going on. The smell of meat, even cooked, was tantalizing for a lycan, apparently. He wasn't sure why he wasn't feeling any urges at the moment, though this entire thing was not an exact science. He started to rub her shoulders and spoke gently. "Don't worry, just...take deep breaths. It will all be fine"
Alright, I think I'll let you post before I do, that way we'll have all the active people there so I can begin.
Also, good luck with the drama.
Also, good luck with the drama.
"That is a good idea, actually. We want to learn to control our transformations, after all, so hopefully that will work. As long as we can keep the meat preserved, we should be good. We can buy as much as we can with what you have." Sam answered. The breakfast he was cooking finished at about this time, so he turned off the oven and divided the meal between two plates. Picking up both in his arms, he walked over to Stevie and gave her one of the plates with a smile. "Breakfast is served, my love." He said with a slight laugh.
Ah, forgot to respond. I'll do so in the morning.
Goodnight.
After Reanaseer translated the Cyrodilic portion of Fendros' response, the farmer seemed to think for a moment. It was obvious he had never met a Dunmer before, but equally apparent was the fact that he did not hate them. They would not be having the conversation if that were the case. Some of the Argonians in the village probably held animosity towards the Dark Elves, but to most, the Dunmer slave raids were just stories to frighten hatchlings. Not all of them latched onto the stories completely, but in such an isolated place, not many had any real knowledge of Dunmer culture.
"I have not met a Dunmer before; all I have are the stories of events that happened centuries ago. They are not favorable for your people. Perhaps you can help clear the waters for me? Are you from Morrowind? How do your people live, and why did you take a different path?" He asked, with Reanaseer translating.
Meesei could understand how the villagers would not know what an Orc is. In her own village, only leaders such as herself, and traders would know much about other provinces. Usually, they would be happy to share the knowledge if any of the villagers were curious, but with the day to day worries of surviving in the marsh, there was little reason to care about what the world was like beyond the Marsh. "He is an Orc. They are a race of Elves from the far northwest of Tamriel, though they do not usually identify with other elves. In fact, some may be offended if you identify them as such. They have no independent homeland, as the Empire chose not to protect them when the nations around them attacked, as has happened many times. Still, they are a proud race of warriors, and Lorag is a loyal friend." She explained.
Kaleeth seemed slightly confused at first, but after a few moments, she extended her hand. She did not expect the kiss he gave her, but she did not react negatively. In fact, she smiled and laughed. In contrast to some of the other cautious, or in some cases, angry Argonians around them, she seemed to be in quite a good mood and had no apprehension about speaking to an outsider. She stopped for a moment, then very visibly concentrated on what she was going to say next. "You. Are. Im-pear-ee-al. Yesss?" She asked, demonstrating a very rudimentary understanding of Cyrodilic. "I don't suppose you speak any Jel, do you? Like your friends?"
"I have not met a Dunmer before; all I have are the stories of events that happened centuries ago. They are not favorable for your people. Perhaps you can help clear the waters for me? Are you from Morrowind? How do your people live, and why did you take a different path?" He asked, with Reanaseer translating.
Meesei could understand how the villagers would not know what an Orc is. In her own village, only leaders such as herself, and traders would know much about other provinces. Usually, they would be happy to share the knowledge if any of the villagers were curious, but with the day to day worries of surviving in the marsh, there was little reason to care about what the world was like beyond the Marsh. "He is an Orc. They are a race of Elves from the far northwest of Tamriel, though they do not usually identify with other elves. In fact, some may be offended if you identify them as such. They have no independent homeland, as the Empire chose not to protect them when the nations around them attacked, as has happened many times. Still, they are a proud race of warriors, and Lorag is a loyal friend." She explained.
Kaleeth seemed slightly confused at first, but after a few moments, she extended her hand. She did not expect the kiss he gave her, but she did not react negatively. In fact, she smiled and laughed. In contrast to some of the other cautious, or in some cases, angry Argonians around them, she seemed to be in quite a good mood and had no apprehension about speaking to an outsider. She stopped for a moment, then very visibly concentrated on what she was going to say next. "You. Are. Im-pear-ee-al. Yesss?" She asked, demonstrating a very rudimentary understanding of Cyrodilic. "I don't suppose you speak any Jel, do you? Like your friends?"
Meesei couldn't help but to smile when Fendros began speaking in Jel. To hear it coming from a Dunmer was both a bit ironic, and oddly pleasant to hear, not because he spoke particularly well, but because it showed that not all Dunmer had disdain for Argonian culture. Certainly, Reanaseer seemed pleasantly surprised to hear him speak their language, even if it sounded like the words of a hatchling.
"My name is Meesei, hunter and mage. Actually, I think it is safe to say we are all hunters in some capacity. We have to be, as we live outside of cities and towns. None of us have any desire to live within Imperial civilization." Meesei explained. Saying that they lived outside of towns by itself might have sounded suspicious, but the fact that she explained it by saying they had no love for Imperial civilization would certainly be understood by the Elder, and anyone else who might happen to understand her. Due to its independent nature, many Argonians in the Marsh, especially those from villages, disliked the Empire as a whole for its history of bringing provinces forcefully under its control. Indeed, the Elder nodded in understanding at her explanation, so Meesei moved on and pointed to Lorag. "This is Lorag, a proud warrior, and a good friend."
Lorag nodded and gave a slight wave. He appreciated that Meesei introduced him, as he did not really like these 'delicate' situations. For him, it would be best that he just remain silent. Ahnasha was more comfortable speaking, and since she had not yet introduced herself, she spoke up. "I am Ahnasha. I don't know much of your language, but I have been trying to learn since we arrived."
Once the introductions were done, Reanaseer took another sniff of the air to get her bearings, mainly by identifying the direction of the Hist tree. "Good, good. I am impressed that most of you are even trying to learn Jel. Most outsiders will not consider the thought. At any rate, my old bones do not like to stand for too long. Let's find a comfortable spot to sit down. Come, follow me." She said as she started off towards the Hist tree. She used her walking stick to help her navigate until she reached a point where the soil changed in consistency and the sun no longer shined as warmly on her scales, indicating that she was directly beneath the tree. It took her about ten seconds for her to carefully bring herself to sit down. The rest of the pack followed and sat under the tree near her, and, surprisingly, so did a few of the other villagers. For the ones who were not too afraid to approach them, the pack was a curiosity that broke up their daily routine, something to make their lives a bit more interesting. About six or so villagers joined them under the tree, though they tended to sit closer to Reanaseer.
One of the villagers looked at Fendros with a particular curiosity. He was male, not quite middle-aged, with dark brown scales. His clothes and scales, especially his fingers were muddy, indicating that he was a farmer, one who cared for the crops growing just outside the village. He asked Reanaseer something quietly in Jel, to which she nodded, then looked in the direction of the pack. "He wants me to translate his question for him." She explained before he began to speak, looking at Fendros.
"You are Dunmer, but you are trying to learn our language. Why do you wish to know about us?" He asked.
Another of the villagers sat down beside Janius. She was an Argonian female, perhaps a few years younger than him. She had light green scales, two fins on her head, and blue eyes, which was rare for an Argonian. She wore only a simple loincloth about her waist, but like some of the other Argonians in the village, she had an intricate set of tattoos. They were red and appeared like vines wrapping up her legs and torso, stopping just beneath her neck. She looked at Janius quizzically for a few moments, then slowly, and a bit nervously, held out her hand and pointed at him.
"Janius." She said in an almost questioning tone before pointing to herself with a nervous smile. "Kaleeth-Rei."
"My name is Meesei, hunter and mage. Actually, I think it is safe to say we are all hunters in some capacity. We have to be, as we live outside of cities and towns. None of us have any desire to live within Imperial civilization." Meesei explained. Saying that they lived outside of towns by itself might have sounded suspicious, but the fact that she explained it by saying they had no love for Imperial civilization would certainly be understood by the Elder, and anyone else who might happen to understand her. Due to its independent nature, many Argonians in the Marsh, especially those from villages, disliked the Empire as a whole for its history of bringing provinces forcefully under its control. Indeed, the Elder nodded in understanding at her explanation, so Meesei moved on and pointed to Lorag. "This is Lorag, a proud warrior, and a good friend."
Lorag nodded and gave a slight wave. He appreciated that Meesei introduced him, as he did not really like these 'delicate' situations. For him, it would be best that he just remain silent. Ahnasha was more comfortable speaking, and since she had not yet introduced herself, she spoke up. "I am Ahnasha. I don't know much of your language, but I have been trying to learn since we arrived."
Once the introductions were done, Reanaseer took another sniff of the air to get her bearings, mainly by identifying the direction of the Hist tree. "Good, good. I am impressed that most of you are even trying to learn Jel. Most outsiders will not consider the thought. At any rate, my old bones do not like to stand for too long. Let's find a comfortable spot to sit down. Come, follow me." She said as she started off towards the Hist tree. She used her walking stick to help her navigate until she reached a point where the soil changed in consistency and the sun no longer shined as warmly on her scales, indicating that she was directly beneath the tree. It took her about ten seconds for her to carefully bring herself to sit down. The rest of the pack followed and sat under the tree near her, and, surprisingly, so did a few of the other villagers. For the ones who were not too afraid to approach them, the pack was a curiosity that broke up their daily routine, something to make their lives a bit more interesting. About six or so villagers joined them under the tree, though they tended to sit closer to Reanaseer.
One of the villagers looked at Fendros with a particular curiosity. He was male, not quite middle-aged, with dark brown scales. His clothes and scales, especially his fingers were muddy, indicating that he was a farmer, one who cared for the crops growing just outside the village. He asked Reanaseer something quietly in Jel, to which she nodded, then looked in the direction of the pack. "He wants me to translate his question for him." She explained before he began to speak, looking at Fendros.
"You are Dunmer, but you are trying to learn our language. Why do you wish to know about us?" He asked.
Another of the villagers sat down beside Janius. She was an Argonian female, perhaps a few years younger than him. She had light green scales, two fins on her head, and blue eyes, which was rare for an Argonian. She wore only a simple loincloth about her waist, but like some of the other Argonians in the village, she had an intricate set of tattoos. They were red and appeared like vines wrapping up her legs and torso, stopping just beneath her neck. She looked at Janius quizzically for a few moments, then slowly, and a bit nervously, held out her hand and pointed at him.
"Janius." She said in an almost questioning tone before pointing to herself with a nervous smile. "Kaleeth-Rei."
Sam had awoken a bit earlier than Stevie, so by this point, he was already cooking their breakfast: the classic bacon and eggs. He smiled to her and chuckled. "Don't worry, I thought of that when I was getting our supplies. I bought one yesterday; it's in the trunk of my car. We'll just have to pick up some ice and other things to cool it with when we stop by the store. I don't think there is anything I haven't thought of, really, unless you can think of something I missed. Just make sure to pack some extra clothes; we might end up tearing up a few sets if we turn unexpectedly."
"I think...I know, it is love. In it's purest form." Swims responded, trying to sound confident, but terribly afraid on the inside. He could hardly believe what was happening. He did not even know for how long he had wanted it, but right now, there was no question in his mind that it was the right thing. To Oblivion with the rest of the world, as long as she felt the same way, he was going to be with Veria, and there was nothing anyone could do to stop them. With a look of passion and love in his eyes, he caressed her soft cheek with his hand, then gave her another deep kiss. "I love you, Veria."
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