"Yes, Rhazii is a Cathay." Ahnasha answered, deciding to do Ariel the favor of staying off of the prior topic. "It is not the largest form of Khajiit, but they are a fair amount larger than Suthay-raht like myself. He has already sort of started taking that form, actually. You might have noticed that he is a bit larger than many infants his age. He is going to grow faster than most children, and not stop until he can barely fit through doorways anymore. His size might come with its problems, but I am sure you can imagine it will have its advantages too. Who knows, maybe he will be able to take Leaps as his own personal mount?" She suggested with a chuckle.
Kaleeth was not sure of what was causing Ariel to act so strangely, though in all honesty, she was not sure of much of anything at the moment. Her cup was empty once again, and this time, she had nothing to replace it. She swayed back and forth lightly in her chair, looking across at the others who had been far more involved in the conversation. Janius was only about halfway through his cup, so she placed her hand on his and stared at him with a glazed look over her eyes. "Are you...going to drink all of that?" She asked, pointing vaguely at his cup.
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"She did?" Rukeewei questioned with a bit of surprise, though any answer Sabine might have given was interrupted. He stopped listening quite as closely as he seemed to turn to his own thoughts. What exactly he was thinking was not clear, though it was obvious he was thinking quite hard. After a short time, Janius snapped him back into reality with his own questions.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry, I don't really know what you are talking about. Mara, that is...an Imperial god, right? I do not know what these amulets are for in your ceremonies, so I can't say how they compare. In Black Marsh, it is customary to give a gold ring, set with three amethysts, to a potential mate. Then, there is a ceremony to bind the couple by the root. The Hist, that is." Rukeewei explained surprisingly clearly, even if his heart was inwardly racing.
Kaleeth was just over half of the way finished with her dinner, but for the entire time the others were talking, she listened while drinking at a steady pace. That pace, however, ended with her emptying her cup once more without even realizing it. After trying to take a drink of an empty cup, she gave it a confused look for a moment before pouring the remainder of the bottle's contents into it. Although it did not concern her too greatly for whatever reason, Kaleeth noticed she was starting to feel quite strange.
"Oh, um, I'm sorry, I don't really know what you are talking about. Mara, that is...an Imperial god, right? I do not know what these amulets are for in your ceremonies, so I can't say how they compare. In Black Marsh, it is customary to give a gold ring, set with three amethysts, to a potential mate. Then, there is a ceremony to bind the couple by the root. The Hist, that is." Rukeewei explained surprisingly clearly, even if his heart was inwardly racing.
Kaleeth was just over half of the way finished with her dinner, but for the entire time the others were talking, she listened while drinking at a steady pace. That pace, however, ended with her emptying her cup once more without even realizing it. After trying to take a drink of an empty cup, she gave it a confused look for a moment before pouring the remainder of the bottle's contents into it. Although it did not concern her too greatly for whatever reason, Kaleeth noticed she was starting to feel quite strange.
Kaleeth nodded along with Janius' suggestion and poured her cup full after her first drink. All of the little customs she had to follow seemed strange to her, but approaching them one at at time, she could keep up, at least for the moment. The more intoxicated she became, the less certain any of her actions would be.
Upon Sabine's sudden question, Rukeewei's reaction was almost identical to Ariel's. He tried laughing it off, or speaking up almost in sequence with her. Eventually, after Ariel finished her nervous response, Rukeewei stopped stammering long enough to say something intelligible. "Oh, well, um, I...I agree. You do ask some strange questions. Why, uh, why do you ask?"
Meesei was tempted to speak up, but she found the current course of the conversation quite entertaining. Sabine's blunt curiosity was something that she probably did need to speak to her about in regards to interacting with people outside the pack, but among friends, she saw no harm in it. Observing Ariel and Rukeewei's reactions, she could see why they were together, as they shared more than a few qualities, it seemed.
Upon Sabine's sudden question, Rukeewei's reaction was almost identical to Ariel's. He tried laughing it off, or speaking up almost in sequence with her. Eventually, after Ariel finished her nervous response, Rukeewei stopped stammering long enough to say something intelligible. "Oh, well, um, I...I agree. You do ask some strange questions. Why, uh, why do you ask?"
Meesei was tempted to speak up, but she found the current course of the conversation quite entertaining. Sabine's blunt curiosity was something that she probably did need to speak to her about in regards to interacting with people outside the pack, but among friends, she saw no harm in it. Observing Ariel and Rukeewei's reactions, she could see why they were together, as they shared more than a few qualities, it seemed.
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Rukeewei rubbed the back of his neck and shook his head lightly. "Um, well, no. Unless you count knowing the perfect way to cook one of their eggs? I suppose you have quite a bit of time to figure it all out, though.
Ahnasha had to pause her meal when she noticed Rhazii beginning to fall asleep in her arms. Even with the noise around him, it appeared he could find his way to drift to sleep. Unfortunately, she needed somewhere to put him, or he would likely awaken if she had to move around too much. They did not have their own room, but she did notice that a few of the inn's rooms looked empty.
"Rukeewei, would you mind if I laid Rhazii down in one of the empty rooms? Just for the length of our dinner?" She requested.
"Oh, of course." Rukeewei answered after swallowing a bite of crocodile tail. "I believe the room behind you is vacant."
Ahnasha smiled and thanked Rukeewei as she carefully stood up to bring Rhazii into the room. As long as she moved the blankets so that he could not roll off the side, he would be fine on his own. After all, she could not watch him every minute of every day. Meanwhile, Meesei thought about the issue with Leaps. It was something that crossed her mind before, but her worries had been elsewhere. "I agree, we do have time to decide. It could be well over ten years before Leaps is at a size that we cannot manage, and there is no way to know where we will be in that time. We should simply keep our options open." She suggested, pausing to take a drink of her wine. "Anyway, I am grateful for this evening. Your time and generosity mean quite a lot to me." She commented, looking towards Ariel and Rukeewei. "And I must say, I rather like your wine."
"I agree...completely." Kaleeth suddenly added in. Like Sabine, she found it more strange at first than anything, but the flavor grew on her...quickly. In fact, she had already finished her entire cup. "You...don't happen to have any more, do you?"
"Well, I cannot really afford to open up any more, but the last one I opened does have more in it. I suppose it wouldn't do any harm to give that to you. I'll go get it." Rukeewei answered. Kaleeth smiled and thanked him as he stood up, though she was not quite aware of the effects the alcohol would have. It was true that the wine would not have quite the effect on her as it would on most of the others, but as it was an Argonian wine, it was designed to bypass much of her resistances. Since she had never had alcohol before that day, her tolerance was comparatively low. Rukeewei returned at the same time as Ahnasha and handed off the bottle to Kaleeth. He assumed she would pour it into her cup, but given her lack of knowledge on proper manners, she had no issue drinking straight from the bottle.
Ahnasha had to pause her meal when she noticed Rhazii beginning to fall asleep in her arms. Even with the noise around him, it appeared he could find his way to drift to sleep. Unfortunately, she needed somewhere to put him, or he would likely awaken if she had to move around too much. They did not have their own room, but she did notice that a few of the inn's rooms looked empty.
"Rukeewei, would you mind if I laid Rhazii down in one of the empty rooms? Just for the length of our dinner?" She requested.
"Oh, of course." Rukeewei answered after swallowing a bite of crocodile tail. "I believe the room behind you is vacant."
Ahnasha smiled and thanked Rukeewei as she carefully stood up to bring Rhazii into the room. As long as she moved the blankets so that he could not roll off the side, he would be fine on his own. After all, she could not watch him every minute of every day. Meanwhile, Meesei thought about the issue with Leaps. It was something that crossed her mind before, but her worries had been elsewhere. "I agree, we do have time to decide. It could be well over ten years before Leaps is at a size that we cannot manage, and there is no way to know where we will be in that time. We should simply keep our options open." She suggested, pausing to take a drink of her wine. "Anyway, I am grateful for this evening. Your time and generosity mean quite a lot to me." She commented, looking towards Ariel and Rukeewei. "And I must say, I rather like your wine."
"I agree...completely." Kaleeth suddenly added in. Like Sabine, she found it more strange at first than anything, but the flavor grew on her...quickly. In fact, she had already finished her entire cup. "You...don't happen to have any more, do you?"
"Well, I cannot really afford to open up any more, but the last one I opened does have more in it. I suppose it wouldn't do any harm to give that to you. I'll go get it." Rukeewei answered. Kaleeth smiled and thanked him as he stood up, though she was not quite aware of the effects the alcohol would have. It was true that the wine would not have quite the effect on her as it would on most of the others, but as it was an Argonian wine, it was designed to bypass much of her resistances. Since she had never had alcohol before that day, her tolerance was comparatively low. Rukeewei returned at the same time as Ahnasha and handed off the bottle to Kaleeth. He assumed she would pour it into her cup, but given her lack of knowledge on proper manners, she had no issue drinking straight from the bottle.
Shir-Val-Kuul was in her room, reading through one of the historical files on her datapad which she had requested from the archives for about the third time. She felt about her a particular uncertainty which had really strengthened in the past few months, though to say it was a recent development would be innaccurate. In reality, it had never been a secret, to herself or to her peers, that Shir's views on the Jedi and the code were somewhat unconventional, but she had always acted within acceptable bounds. Overall, no matter how she felt, Shir believed in the Jedi. She felt that the point and goal of the Jedi Order was something the galaxy desperately needed, but all of the little flaws she had noticed over the years, the things which did not seem quite right in her mind, they had been building up undeniably.
Shir let out a scarcely audible sigh as she dropped her datapad down on her desk. The Mandalorian Wars, they were a well-known event of history, something most educated beings were taught about, something young children loved to reenact with their toy blasters. But to Shir, they represented a failure of the Jedi. Such was not an uncommon view among scholars and historians, but she wondered in exactly what way they truly failed? The Jedi Council of the time refused to act and allowed entire planets to suffer, while those who defied them fell prey to themselves. In that, it was no different from much of galactic history, the cycles of peace, then failures of the Jedi to stop the wars. Shir could not yet profess to knowing exactly what it was, but if history had repeated itself so many times, then she coudl not shake the feeling that something was fundamentally wrong.
Suddenly, Shir's focus was snatched from her thoughts, and into the moment. He heard it, she felt it, strongly and intensely all around her. It was battle, that unmistakable sensation with whcih she was all too familiar. Even the dullest of Padawans could feel the disturbance which was so close by, the pain which filled the air. The Temple was under attack; that was unmistakable.
Shir grabbed her primary saber in her hand and snapped her tool belt around her waist. Like most of her species, it was all she wore. She rushed out of her room and started down the hallway. Normally, most Jedi would not be in their rooms for another few hours, so she saw no others until she turned the corner to three clone troopers. With all that she could feel and hear, Shir did not need to hesitate. With a thought, she activated her lightsaber while pulling her shoto to her other hand from her belt. Her suspicions were confirmed when the trio opened fire, but her well-honed reactions were more than enough to protect her. Two of the bolts she deflected, while the third she reflected into the center clone's knee.
As the middle clone was collapsing to the ground, the other two fired their second volley, through which Shir began to rush forward. She deflected the two bolts, then threw her shoto forward into the chest of the clone on the left, while sprinting at the one on the right. He was only able to fire one more shot before she reached him, and after she dodged to the side, there was nothing he could do to stop her from nearly bisecting him. By this point, the clone on the ground was bringing his weapon to bear, but a simple force push was all it took to divert his aim, followed by a clean slash across the neck.
Retrieving her shoto, Shir quickly moved on in the direction of the atrium. A few clones combing what they likely believed to be a less populated section of the temple were not too great a threat, but she had a feeling there were far more than a few present. She had no real plan yet, but finding someone to group up with seemed like a solid start.
Shir let out a scarcely audible sigh as she dropped her datapad down on her desk. The Mandalorian Wars, they were a well-known event of history, something most educated beings were taught about, something young children loved to reenact with their toy blasters. But to Shir, they represented a failure of the Jedi. Such was not an uncommon view among scholars and historians, but she wondered in exactly what way they truly failed? The Jedi Council of the time refused to act and allowed entire planets to suffer, while those who defied them fell prey to themselves. In that, it was no different from much of galactic history, the cycles of peace, then failures of the Jedi to stop the wars. Shir could not yet profess to knowing exactly what it was, but if history had repeated itself so many times, then she coudl not shake the feeling that something was fundamentally wrong.
Suddenly, Shir's focus was snatched from her thoughts, and into the moment. He heard it, she felt it, strongly and intensely all around her. It was battle, that unmistakable sensation with whcih she was all too familiar. Even the dullest of Padawans could feel the disturbance which was so close by, the pain which filled the air. The Temple was under attack; that was unmistakable.
Shir grabbed her primary saber in her hand and snapped her tool belt around her waist. Like most of her species, it was all she wore. She rushed out of her room and started down the hallway. Normally, most Jedi would not be in their rooms for another few hours, so she saw no others until she turned the corner to three clone troopers. With all that she could feel and hear, Shir did not need to hesitate. With a thought, she activated her lightsaber while pulling her shoto to her other hand from her belt. Her suspicions were confirmed when the trio opened fire, but her well-honed reactions were more than enough to protect her. Two of the bolts she deflected, while the third she reflected into the center clone's knee.
As the middle clone was collapsing to the ground, the other two fired their second volley, through which Shir began to rush forward. She deflected the two bolts, then threw her shoto forward into the chest of the clone on the left, while sprinting at the one on the right. He was only able to fire one more shot before she reached him, and after she dodged to the side, there was nothing he could do to stop her from nearly bisecting him. By this point, the clone on the ground was bringing his weapon to bear, but a simple force push was all it took to divert his aim, followed by a clean slash across the neck.
Retrieving her shoto, Shir quickly moved on in the direction of the atrium. A few clones combing what they likely believed to be a less populated section of the temple were not too great a threat, but she had a feeling there were far more than a few present. She had no real plan yet, but finding someone to group up with seemed like a solid start.
Kaleeth did not know what "drunk" was, but she decided to keep trying the wine. It had more character than other kinds of drinks, to the point that she wished they could have something like it all the time.
Rukeewei became particularly curious about Leaps as soon as he learned what it actually was. Given his small size, he wasn't any more afraid of it, but his mind started to wonder at how one could possibly raise a wamasu. They grew to be massive in size, incredibly dangerous, and they were reputed to be territorial. Their eggs were very valuable, but as this one was male, he could not provide even that for them. "A wamasu? How will you ever raise one of those? I mean...it will probably take many years for it to grow to a decent size, but still. I cannot imagine you will be able to take it anywhere near a city when it gets to that point, and the males are known to be territorial."
Lorag began to respond while still in the process of chewing up a part of his meal. "Well, al...Meesei is goin' to figure out how to get into him and neuter him. Doubt Leaps'll like it, but that's pretty much a sure way to make something docile." Lorag glanced down at leaps, who was staring up straight at him. It was likely only because he said his name, but it seemed only appropriate that Lorag's answer would get the creature's attention. "What?" Lorag said, looking at the wamasu.
"I see." Rukeewei answered, giving a pause to take a drink of his wine. "That does make sense, but still, how are you going to deal with his eventual size? They are about the largest predators in the marsh, and, well, they are the kinds of creatures that can accidentally kill you."
Rukeewei became particularly curious about Leaps as soon as he learned what it actually was. Given his small size, he wasn't any more afraid of it, but his mind started to wonder at how one could possibly raise a wamasu. They grew to be massive in size, incredibly dangerous, and they were reputed to be territorial. Their eggs were very valuable, but as this one was male, he could not provide even that for them. "A wamasu? How will you ever raise one of those? I mean...it will probably take many years for it to grow to a decent size, but still. I cannot imagine you will be able to take it anywhere near a city when it gets to that point, and the males are known to be territorial."
Lorag began to respond while still in the process of chewing up a part of his meal. "Well, al...Meesei is goin' to figure out how to get into him and neuter him. Doubt Leaps'll like it, but that's pretty much a sure way to make something docile." Lorag glanced down at leaps, who was staring up straight at him. It was likely only because he said his name, but it seemed only appropriate that Lorag's answer would get the creature's attention. "What?" Lorag said, looking at the wamasu.
"I see." Rukeewei answered, giving a pause to take a drink of his wine. "That does make sense, but still, how are you going to deal with his eventual size? They are about the largest predators in the marsh, and, well, they are the kinds of creatures that can accidentally kill you."
Rukeewei obliged with everyone's requests and produced cups of wine for everyone, along with the mead he was fortunate enough to have for Lorag. It wasn't "authentic" mead, as he had made it himself, but he tried to make it in the right style. The wine he selected was also of his own make; a slightly lighter version of Argonian Bloodwine. It was of moderate strength, and since he made it himself, not as expensive as drinks he had to purchase.
As the others began to eat, Kaleeth was of course the most confused at the tools everyone else was using for their meat. She grabbed the cutlery awkwardly and tried watching Janius to see how she was meant to use them. Luckily, it did not seem too complicated, so she was able to pick up on it reasonably well. She looked almost like a child in how she cut her meat, but she did not stand out too badly. Smelling the meat in the air, Leaps tried to jump up in her lap, so she cut of a piece from her meal and threw it down to him to keep him occupied, after which she took interest in the wine. By the way Janius spoke, there was something special about it, so she started off slowly. Given that she had drank only water, and some juices from various fruits, in her life, the experience was something entirely unexpected. She still did not even know what alcohol was; she only knew that the drink felt...warm. "I've...never had something like this before? You said it is made from berries, but it is a lot different from juices I have had before."
Rukeewei looked curiously at Leaps when he tried to jump up on Kaleeth. The creature had not disturbed any of his other customers so far, or destroyed any furniture, so he supposed it was fine to stay, at least for now. "So, Leaps-On-Elves, what kind of creature is he, anyway?"
As the others began to eat, Kaleeth was of course the most confused at the tools everyone else was using for their meat. She grabbed the cutlery awkwardly and tried watching Janius to see how she was meant to use them. Luckily, it did not seem too complicated, so she was able to pick up on it reasonably well. She looked almost like a child in how she cut her meat, but she did not stand out too badly. Smelling the meat in the air, Leaps tried to jump up in her lap, so she cut of a piece from her meal and threw it down to him to keep him occupied, after which she took interest in the wine. By the way Janius spoke, there was something special about it, so she started off slowly. Given that she had drank only water, and some juices from various fruits, in her life, the experience was something entirely unexpected. She still did not even know what alcohol was; she only knew that the drink felt...warm. "I've...never had something like this before? You said it is made from berries, but it is a lot different from juices I have had before."
Rukeewei looked curiously at Leaps when he tried to jump up on Kaleeth. The creature had not disturbed any of his other customers so far, or destroyed any furniture, so he supposed it was fine to stay, at least for now. "So, Leaps-On-Elves, what kind of creature is he, anyway?"
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"Oh, yes, right. I nearly forgot." Rukeewei answered to Ariel. As he was standing up, he heard Fendros' question. "Sure. All the judges want is quality wine; they don't particularly care how it is made. The point of he competition is to, oh what is the line they use? 'To serve as the center of culture and quality in all of Tamriel,' or something like that. I have seen some fairly unconventional wines in the competition before. I have heard some people, particularly from parts of Cyrodiil like...Skingrad, I think, who say that it isn't 'pure,' but they seem to have a lot longer of a history with wine than we do. Wine is an...imported tradition for Argonians."
As the plates were being passed around, Rukeewei took a cut of crocodile tail and set it on the table in front of his chair. "I will go get the drinks. What is everyone's preference?" He asked.
"Mead, if you got it." Lorag answered before anyone else could even let out a breath. "That talk of Skyrim's got me thinking about it."
It had been quite a while since Ahnasha had been able to drink, and she had no actually thought about the fact that she would be able to until this point. It took her a moment to come up with an answer, but she was actually starting to get a bit excited for it. "I recall rather liking Argonian wine the last time I had it, so I think I will go with whatever Argonian wine you think is reasonable. I would not want to ask for one of your expensive drinks."
"I will take wine as well, but nothing too strong. I have...decided that becoming intoxicated is something I should avoid." Meesei answered.
As the others were giving their answers, Kaleeth just looked around confused until she finally spoke up. "What is wine?"
As the plates were being passed around, Rukeewei took a cut of crocodile tail and set it on the table in front of his chair. "I will go get the drinks. What is everyone's preference?" He asked.
"Mead, if you got it." Lorag answered before anyone else could even let out a breath. "That talk of Skyrim's got me thinking about it."
It had been quite a while since Ahnasha had been able to drink, and she had no actually thought about the fact that she would be able to until this point. It took her a moment to come up with an answer, but she was actually starting to get a bit excited for it. "I recall rather liking Argonian wine the last time I had it, so I think I will go with whatever Argonian wine you think is reasonable. I would not want to ask for one of your expensive drinks."
"I will take wine as well, but nothing too strong. I have...decided that becoming intoxicated is something I should avoid." Meesei answered.
As the others were giving their answers, Kaleeth just looked around confused until she finally spoke up. "What is wine?"
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