EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha gave a chuckle. "Honestly, I didn't think it was a challenge you would actually take. If you do...I'm guessing you are going to end up with a knife in your hand by the end of it."

Looking into the pouch tied around her waist, Ahnasha scrounged through to see how many coins she had. Unfortunately, she had very little with her. "I only have a few coins, though; I'm not sure if any of them will take a bet that isn't more sizable. Most of our gold is with Meesei...as it should be, of course. I wouldn't want to gamble away all of our gold or anything. Still, I think I can win something...more than you could." She said confidently, in a teasing tone.

Kaleeth held out her hand and allowed Sabine to drop the frozen ale into it. She disliked the feeling immediately, as it was quite cold. She had seen ice before, but only in the form of frost spells. She had a hard time imagining what the land would look like covered in these flakes Sabine described. "I...don't know if I will like that. Warmth is comforting, but the cold...I have never been in a cold place before. I was hit with a frost spell before, and it really hurt. It won't be anything like that, will it?"

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

Being that she spent most of her time away from the Temple, Shir was not quite as familiar with its secrets as the Human seemed to be. She took up her position behind the group, with both blades at the ready. They would collect as many Jedi and other survivors as they could, but they could not afford to deviate far from their path. Not only were the clones no doubt numerous, but there was...something else. Amid all of the pain and death, there was the faint sense of something terrible, something powerful. It was something they should avoid at all costs.

As they started to move along, Shir tried to keep her senses open to danger. While not as skilled with the force as some other Jedi, most trained force-users could sense danger around them, and she was ready to react in an instant. The reduced gyroscopic effect of her shoto meant it could snap into a defense as quickly as she could flick her wrist, and with her primary blade following shortly after, she could deflect a surprising number of blaster bolts at a time as long as she was focusing on defense. At the very least, the Padawans were not going to be caught off-guard from behind. Unfortunately, the advantage which they had used against the clone assassins was now working against them. With the halls being as narrow as they were, they were restricted in how many of them could fight at once.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

It seemed a little strange to Sabine at first. It took a few seconds for her confused brow to level in some semblance of clarity. "I think I understand," Sabine said after thinking about it, "I thought that speaking too much was embarrassing people, but being honest is better for relationships?" Her mouth twitched into a small smile, "That would be nice. I wouldn’t have to worry about saying too much all the time."

Janius crossed his arms and leaned against the doorframe, waiting patiently for Kaleeth to try the clothes on. He exchanged glances with the crew, but didn’t go as far as meeting them properly yet.

When the door creaked open, Janius lowered his arms and turned his head to see how Kaleeth looked. Her state of dress rebuffed the words he had lined up for a moment, and he simply stood with his mouth open, stopping the expression with an "Um…" Kaleeth began speaking without heed to the eyes on her, and Janius managed to register what her concern was despite it all. One man across the quarters gave a comment out of turn, and Janius knew that all that was left was salvaging the situation and trying to be a little less mortified.

Janius glanced to the Argonian who made the quip, then turned to lightly push Kaleeth back into the storage room, speaking as he did. His tone was high with some nervousness, but was trying to play it off. "Kaleeth, how about you take my dagger and make a quick hole to put your tail through," Janius pulled his dagger from his belt and handed it hilt first to Kaleeth, and then began to close the door with his other hand, "We’ll see how it looks once you’ve done that, just...make sure you’re dressed before coming out again, okay?" Janius gave her a reassuring smile before shutting the door.

As his smile faded from the awkward moment, Janius exhaled, and then looked to the man who had spoken. "Eyes to yourself," he said in a non-threatening but assertive manner, much like a teacher would remind a child to stop a habit.

Meesei smiled, giving a small chuckle. "I...will not say you have not embarrassed anyone, but it was not because of how much you were talking. The kinds of things that embarrass people tend to be very personal. Romance can be particularly embarrasing; usually it is something people talk about in private. Of course, there are other times where it is perfectly alright to talk about those things. I will not pretend it is not confusing at times. Still, you will gain a sense for it as you spend more time around others. I just want you to promise me that you will not let your fear of embarrassing people stop you from asking questions. Your curiosity will be very helpful to you, and it is worth accidentally upsetting a few people."

Though confused at Janius' strange reaction, Kaleeth complied with his suggestion. She removed the trousers and carefully pushed the dagger through the fabric. As she had made her own set of armor, she was actually quite proficient at simple tailoring, so the hole she made was the perfect size and distance from the waistline. Her tail fit snugly through the hole, and though the trousers themselves were a bit large, her tail also served to keep them secure, just like a belt. However, in his haste to rush her back into the room, Janius had not explained that it was important for her to wear one of his shirts as well. To her, wearing just the trousers was enough to constitute "dressed."

Despite Janius' prior warning, several eyes shifted to Kaleeth when she stepped out of the room again. She placed the dagger on top of the bag and handed both to him. "Here you go. It is loose, but I think it will be fine." She said, blissfully unaware that anything was wrong.

Sabine nodded, but she felt like she was still going in circles with how she should be treating conversations. She looked a little glum with how it was turning out. There was no recipe or technique that seemed to be available. She returned to her previous position on the railing and sighed. "I'll keep practicing, then." There was a tightness that came about Sabine rather suddenly then, and she turned her wide eyes to Meesei. "I'm not embarressing you, am I?"

Oh, not again... Janius rubbed a hand over one side of his face, then hastily put himself between Kaleeth and the crew again. He couldn't blame Kaleeth for not understand where he hadn't explained things, but he didn't expect that he would have needed to. "Kaleeth," he whispered severely, looking at her with wide, apologetic eyes, "It's not normal in most places for women to leave their chests uncovered. You need to put on a shirt." Janius glanced over his shoulder at the crew and met their prying eyes for only a moment. He took the items from Kaleeth then, but he felt like hitting himself for not making it clear earlier.

Meesei shook her head, keeping her smile and placing her hand gently on Sabine's shoulder. "No, not at all. You do not have to worry about embarrassing me. There is nothing I will not discuss with you, or the others, for that matter. I suppose I cannot speak for the others on that, but I hope we can all be as open as possible. If you started asking me for embarassing childhood stories, I would answer."

Kaleeth sighed in frustration. "What, why? That doesn't make any sense; I thought they were only embarrassed about things related to mating? Imperials...make no sense." She said with a bit of frustration. Glancing back into the room, she stepped inside once more, but this time pulled Janius in with her. Strangely, she heard laughing from outside once she closed the door.

"Okay, I can put on one of the shirts, but is there more I need to know? Imperials, your...culture, it has things I don't understand. The rules seem...random, I think is the right word. I thought your gods might have rules that the Hist don't, but these rules don't even seem to be about them." She said, giving another sigh. "Next, you will be telling me Imperials swim in clothes."

Sabine relaxed. She didn't want to be upsetting Meesei unintentionally. Contemplating what Meesei said, Sabine's eyes looked down to the water, then back up to her with a cautious smile. "Are they...funny?"

Even if Kaleeth was only half correct, in that people tended to swim in their undergarments, Janius only responded to the notion by contracting his brow sadly and sounding an apprehensive "Well..." That would be enough suggestion to confirm Kaleeth's exaggeration. "Look, there are a lot of things, yes. I'm sorry if I haven't let you know. It's just that..." Janius breathed out through his nose, "How do I say this? It's like...growing up in the culture can make you forget what someone like you, for instance, knows or doesn't know about it." Janius tried to smile, "As for all the rules that don't make sense, why do you think I prefer it in the wilds?" He put a hand on her upper arm and rubbed it comfortingly, trying to bring down her frustration. "Next time, if something like this comes up, I'll try to remember to tell you beforehand. If you give me a minute to try and list a few rules that are different from your home, we could have a discussion about it if you like."

Janius had really expected the culture shock that Kaleeth was experiencing to come about when they actually reached Cyrodiil. While there was probably still going to be plenty for her to learn when they got there, Janius didn't predict anything to come up on the ship.

Meesei grinned as she glanced away from the shore, which was now barely visible in the distance. "Maybe...I have quite a few stories, many from my youth. . Most are rather boring, but some are exciting, like the times I was learning to fight with magic. Some are interesting or funny. Some, well, some you probably would not want to hear, being a bit...inappropriate. And then...there are the embarrassing ones. I made quite a few stupid mistakes as a hatchling, and as a young woman...and as an adult. Sadly, there is not really a point in anyone's life where they do not make mistakes."

After having a few moments to calm herself, Kaleeth did not respond immediately and instead put her arms around Janius and gave him a quick kiss. She still felt easily stressed, and she did not want to agitate something that could become an argument between them, especially something she did not greatly care about. "Don't worry so much about it. It's not me that's bothered by it all, it's them. I made a mistake, but I don't care about it. I can go on like nothing happened. But, yes, I would love to stay here and talk with you about it. Even if they make no sense, it would be great to learn about your people too.

Sabine smiled widely and exhaled sharply in a manner that was almost a laugh. With the levity, Sabine straightened and lifted herself up from the railing, but kept her hands on it. "Could you tell me one?" She asked innocently. She didn't much care what it would be at this point, she just wanted to hear something interesting.

"You taught me enough about your people. It only seems fair." Janius said, wrapping his arms around her as well, "Just don't be too surprised if more strange rules come up."

Janius was glad that things didn't escalate as they could have. Between the obtuse rules of Imperial culture and Kaleeth's beast spirit, Janius understood that it might have made her angry. He didn't mind staying in the storage room a while longer, however cramped it was. It was more private, so he wasn't afraid to be intimate again. He did eventually concede to reminding Kaleeth to put on her shirt, as other people might need to access the room as well.

Their discussion on Imperial culture lasted as long as Kaleeth had questions and Janius had answers. They mostly covered day to day life and customs initially. There was talk of trading, some social cues, how to act when meeting people for the first time, whether regular people or nobility, and they even touched on table manners. The last subject caused the most confusion of all, with the many pedantic nuances. Significant relief came when Janius informed that the more stuffy rules only applied amongst equally stuffy company. Janius was thankful that their dinner with Ariel and Rukeewei was not so formal as to retrospectively humiliate them.

Over the next few hours, Meesei and Sabine found somewhere a bit more private for her to share a few stories. Mostly, she focused on more humorous tales, something that would put Sabine in a good mood and make her laugh. Not all were focused on her, but some were about her own mistakes, such as the time she fell in a very unfortunate place in the village's guar enclosure during a game with friends. It was lighthearted conversation, not to teach Sabine some great lesson, just for her entertainment.

For the next week and a half, the pack did what they could to become acclimated to life at sea. Luckily, it did not seem like any of them were prone to seasickness, and since they were simply traveling along the coast to their destination, land was rarely completely out of sight. Even so, there was no denying that the ship quickly became dull. It was cramped, crowded, and even the meals were not very enjoyable. After they finished off the remains of the food they brought onboard, they were forced to make use of the ship's rations, all of which were cheap and not of great quality. For preservation, the meat was dry and salty. The vegetables and fruits were decent, but the bread already tasted stale. The only kind of drink onboard the entire ship was ale, as water could not be guaranteed to be clean. Within the first few days, the entire pack had explored every room of the vessel in which they were allowed. They were able to keep each other entertained for a while, but eventually, it started to seem more worthwhile to take the risk to get to know some of the crew. After talking to a few, it did seem that not all of the crew shared the same outlook as the Imperial Kaleeth and Janius had encountered, but they had not spoke to enough of them to get a sense of how tolerant the crew was overall.

Leaps annoyed some of the crew, but others, like the ship's cook, learned to accept him, especially since he had a tendency to catch and kill rats and other vermin aboard the vessel. It was a behavior which Ahnasha was able to make use of, as the tome she and Fendros had been studying seemed to suggest that she would need to improve her skills in necromancy. Using the storage room near the bunks, she practiced simple reanimation with the remains of Leaps kills. There were a few times where she had to find rats herself to practice on, and she only nearly got into a fight once with a crew member who tried to make fun of her for being a cat chasing a mouse.

It was early in the morning when most of the pack stepped above decks for some fresh air. The crew worked in shifts all day, but as passengers, the pack were not under much of an obligation to aid with the operation of the ship. As long as they did not interfere with the crew's duties, they would be free to roam. Even so, Meesei made it a point to help at least to keep the crew quarters as neat and orderly as possible.

One of the few Dunmer crew members was taking a break, leaning on a mast near Fendros. He coudl still be considered young, though he looked like he was somewhat close to middle age. His clothing was rough and dirty, but then again, so was everyone's by this point. He seemed to be looking at Ahnasha, who was holding Rhazii and allowing him to look out at the waves on the ocean, before turning his attention to Fendros. "Hey, your group's not sailin' with any more cats, is it? Who fathered that one?"

In the time they had on the ship so far, Janius had no idea that he would despise having so much free time. The days were punctuated with meals, training and teaching Kaleeth in various areas, practicing with his own magic, very occasionally finding a private spot to be close to Kaleeth, socialising with the rest of the pack, and otherwise not much else. They could not hunt, they could not find much free space. It was becoming stifling, even this early on. Socialising with some of the crew was useful for preventing future trouble, and thankfully the one's he spoke to were fairly friendly. He was barely separated from Kaleeth during this time, and thought that he would probably have gone mad if not for her company.

Without ready access to ingredients, Sabine found that she had to be conservative with her alchemy. This gave her much more time to practice magic with Meesei, practice her writing where the supplies could be spared, and even practice conversational skills with some of the crew. At least, the crew that didn't try to find excuses to ignore her incessant questions about a sailor's life. Sabine's social experiences seemed to be hit-and-miss for that reason.

Fendros wasn't exposed to the intolerant remarks from the scarred Imperial as Janius was, so he found no issue in being close to Ahnasha in front of the crew. Not that they were exposed to the crew for long periods, between studying Orskan's tome and caring for Rhazii.

The Dunmer that caught Fendros' attention after coming up to the deck was not one he had talked to before. Judging by his question, he had not talked to Ahnasha either. He was older than Fendros, that was clear. It was strange that the man was asking Fendros, though. Perhaps he had a problem with talking to Khajiit. Fendros turned to him and answered clearly, but not with any particular pride or shame, "I did, sir." It had been a long time since Fendros had any apprehension about telling people his relationship with Ahnasha. They were out of Morrowind, so there was little danger in saying as much. He had decided that he would not lie about it, even if it might upset some people.

On another spot on the deck, Sabine approached Kaleeth where she stood. Janius was nearby, training Leaps using some of the rat corpses he had collected, but he was separate from the two. "Good morning, Kaleeth," Sabine said to her, smiling. She thought it might be nice to speak to her, for practice and to get to know her better. Sabine remembered what came next in such a greeting after a twitch of her mouth, "How are you?"

The Dunmer man nodded. "Hmm, that's what I thought. I took you for the type that would pollute our blood with that abomination." He said, his expression and tone becoming much more venomous as soon as he shifted into insults. Being that she was close enough, Ahnasha took note of the comment immediately. She scowled at the man and was practically stomping her way over to him. As prideful as Ahnasha was, she was much more likely than Fendros to start throwing punches.

At the same time, there was another who heard the Dunmer's insult and was quick, and vocal, in her response. She was also Dunmer, but much younger, perhaps only slightly older than Fendros. "Oi, Reynal, how 'bout you leave 'em alone, you s'wit? You act like your blood's so pure, but it's probably half sujamma by now. None of your business if he has a baby or a kitten."

"It would be you coming to their defense, wouldn't it Nirasi? You've probably bedded half the crew by now; I'd bet you probably mixed a few lizards and cats yourself. Just can't control yourself. You're the reason our women have the reputation they do, s'wit" The Dunmer, Reynal, retorted.

"Hmph, 'least I get to enjoy my reputation. How much fun you havin' with that 'crabby old man' thing you got goin'? Why don't you go get drunk and complain 'bout the 'good 'ol days'?" Nirasi said, crossing her arms.

Reynal huffed and gave a dismissive wave. "Why don't...no, you're not worth my time. None of you." He shouted before storming off below decks.

Nirasi seemed to have no small amount of pride at angering Reynal and was quick to turn to Ahnasha and Fendros with a smile. "Ah, don't let him get to ya. He's just a sour old man, in the mind at least. His body hasn't caught up to 'em. Not all of us are like that; I'd say there are only, what, three of like that? At most. An' they all hate each other too."

At present, most of what Kaleeth felt was fatigue. Not only had she just woke up, but relative lack of activity on the ship compared to in the wilds seemed to drain her of all energy for some reason. The opportunities she did have for training were helpful, she could never put as much time into it as she wanted to. It always seemed that they would end up getting in the way of the crew eventually, something Meesei was insistent they not do. She yawned widely, but otherwise, she did not feel too bad. "Good morning. I feel tired and bored, but...at least I feel healthy, I think. Janius said some people get sick on the water, but I don't seem to. How are you feeling?"

Fendros couldn't say he didn't suspect the man to speak as he did. He tightened his lips and tried not to react immediately, but it took holding out an arm to try and stop Ahnasha that made him realise his own anger building. Thankfully, another of Dunmer of the crew intervened. She and the man went back and forth, but the man backed off.

"Er, thank you," Fendros said with some surprise, "We don't often get tolerance from my kind, but hiding it isn't worth it. Thank you for standing up for us." Fendros itched at his arm and decided that perhaps being acquainted with this woman might help on the ship. She didn't have a problem with them, and her sharp tongue might come in handy. "Nirasi, was it? My name is Fendros," Fendros came forward and held out a hand. He didn't want to distract Nirasi from her duties for too long, but they would at least have time for an introduction. Fendros gestured to Ahnasha and Rhazii as well so Ahnasha could introduce herself, "This is my family." The words seemed almost inappropriate, given that Fendros didn't directly refer to everyone else in the pack, but for the sake of their cover, it fit well.

"I am okay. I sometimes feel sick on ships, but I know a simple potion to stop it." Sabine angled her head to one side, confused. "I haven't needed it, though. Maybe it was just on the ferry to Vvardenfell." Sabine stared ahead of her, trying frantically in her mind to come up with something else to speak about through the silence that followed. It was a few seconds more than she would have liked before she looked up to Kaleeth again. "I learned how to spell some more words with Fendros the other day. Did you get taught to read and write in your tribe?"

Though still angry, the fact that the man left did help to calm her somewhat. This Nirasi seemed like a crude individual, but at least she didn't have a hateful personality. While Fendros went for the handshake, Ahnasha continued the introduction. "My name is Ahnasha, and this is Rhazii."

Nirasi hesitated a moment on the handshake, not because she had a problem with it, but rather because she was not used to the gesture and it threw her off. Nevertheless, she shook his hand with a friendly smile. "Ah, don't mention it. I like takin' that fetcher down a few notches when I can."

"You said there were a few more on board like, what is his name, Reynal? Does one of them happen to be an Imperial? Our friends had an encounter with one the first day we were here. " Ahnasha questioned.

Nirasi nodded. "Yeah, that's probably Felintus. He's an ol' soldier. Fought in the Great War. Hates Dunmer for not helpin' in the war, hates the Lizards for the same reason, and hates the rest of the Elves and cats for, well, obvious reasons. War made 'em a bitter ol' man, an' it shows. He's even worse in bed than Reynal. The last one's Cerinwe, our navigator's sister. She's about the most typical goldenrod you'll meet. Thinks she's better than anything that's not Altmer. She's meant to be our cook, but her food tastes like guar dung. Don't know why her brother even put's up with her, 'cause he's about the opposite. Humble, kind, an' decent in bed."

To Ahnasha, Nirasi's response pretty much confirmed her first assessment of her personality. She did not particularly like it when Khajiit were referred to as "cats," but she decided not to hold her word choice against her. If this was how she spoke when she was being friendly, then she probably meant no harm. Besides, she put up with Lorag using it all the time. Although, she was starting to wonder if Nirasi really had bedded half of the crew.

"Oh, yes, I can read and write...in Jel. Not Cyrodilic." Kaleeth answered, quickly clarifying the language in which she was literate. "The Treeminder taught us. He liked for us all to be able to carry on our stories and history. I wasn't as good at it as some of my friends, but I can still do it. He told us to write down all the interesting things that happened to us everyday for practice. I usually did, as long as I had something to write on. Maybe you could do the same thing?"

"That's good to know," Fendros said though a small laugh, referring to some information more than others. Nirasi was certainly crude, but not malicious. It was actually nice to meet a Dunmer who wasn't so serious about everything. He might have judged her promiscuity, but he didn't feel it was fair, being the partner of what his kin considered a slave race, as well as the whole lycanthopy business. "Those three aren't liable to cause any trouble, are they? We don't really want things to get...out of hand."

Sabine's eyes seemed to light up with Kaleeth's idea. "That is a good idea. I find it hard to practice without supplies. Keeping a book like that would be easy." Sabine smiled, "Thank you." Looking around for a moment made Sabine frown, "I don't think I could find one here, though. Do you still practice?"

"Oh, those three love causin' trouble, they just don't cause trouble together, since they all hate each other. Might have to put up with some shoutin' and arguin', but those three don't got any teeth. They're all bark. Still, they cause a lot of our problems." Nirasi explained.

Ahnasha wasn't looking forward to having to deal with that Dunmer again, but she supposed it could be worse. She could handle a few arguments, though there was one thing which confused her. "Alright, but...if those three consistently cause problems for the ship, then why does the captain keep them onboard?"

Nirasi gave a slight grunt. "Well, they're important, for one. That ol' soldier Felintus's the best fighter we got. Keeps the men feelin' safe and in practice. Reynal's got more sailin' experience than most of the crew combined. Cerinwe's 'bout useless, but her brother's the nagivator. If she goes, he goes. Much as the capt'n hates it, he can't get rid of 'em."

"I suppose that makes sense." Ahnasha said, shrugging her shoulders. The situation was not ideal, but at least the captain also recognized that. She supposed that Nirasi would have to return to her duties soon, but there was one more question she could not help but to ask. By the way Nirasi acted, she probably wouldn't mind answering. "Just one more thing. A second ago, you seemed to suggest that you bedded Felintus, but if he hates Elves...how did that happen?"

Nirasi chuckled. "Yeah, he's also a hypocrite. Just couldn't resist when I cornered him in that storage room."

Kaleeth shook her head. "No, not anymore. Once you learn, writing doesn't take much practice to remember. I would like to give you something to use, but I left all of that in the village. I didn't think I would need it. But...maybe when we get to the Imperial City? They probably have paper; Janius says it is a big place. You can also write to your sister when we get there, but...I also guess you won't have much to write about. Being on this ship is't very exciting. I wish we could swim; I feel dirty with how long it has been since I could get into the water. All that water out there is just so tempting."

So the unpleasant members of the crew weren't threatening. That was a relief. They should probably pass the information on to the others so they would know. Fendros gave a smile that hid the uneasiness he had with Nirasi's words, but he was grateful all the same. "Well, you're probably busy. We shouldn't keep you from your duties for too long." Fendros waved to Nirasi, "We'll see you around, Nirasi. Thank you again." With that, Fendros turned and headed to the edge of the ship. He placed his hands an the railing and his expression turned somewhat sour. He didn't face Ahnasha, but he spoke, "This prejudice is just frustrating. I would have hoped that all of these sailors would be as accepting as that woman, being worldly, but there's always at least one who wants to be vile to us, isn't there?" The question was rhetorical, with the anger that he had bottled behind it.

"It is." Sabine agreed, looking out to the water. "Going without washing has been so...itchy and uncomfortable. And sticky. I hate it." Sabine sighed in annoyance, "Meesei says that we can't stop to swim, though." She looked at Kaleeth hopefully, "Maybe it will rain? That would be nice."

Ahnasha would have leaned onto the railing with Fendros, but she had a certain paranoia about holding Rhazii over the edge, no matter how good of a grip she had on him. Still, she stood beside him and let out a sigh. "No matter how many nice, or even just indifferent, people we meet, it only takes one, doesn't it? One...idiot to shout an insult and ruin our day. Honestly, I can't promise that I won't knock one of them out one day. If I'm ever in a position where I can get away with it...that will feel good. I almost look forward to it. For now, I wish we could just go and be alone, but there's nowhere to be alone on this ship. Well, Nirasi did say she used a storage room for...nevermind, maybe we should just go find one of the others? Get our minds off of it.

"I would love to be able to stand out in the rain. The air is...salty. I've never been around so much water, and felt so dry. I can't even drink water; all they have is, what do they call it? Ale, right? They said it is safer than water because of the...alcohol in it. I didn't like it much at first, but I guess it has gotten better." Kaleeth commented.

"You're right." Fendros pushed off the railing, "It won't do to stew over it." He turned and spied the deck for anyone familiar. As it happened, Lorag was closest, though he seemed a little unsteady. He had apparently got along with a few of the sailors and seemed to enjoy the notion of drinking ale for sustenance, at least as far as Fendros could see. A solid week and a half had tapered his binge into an eternal cure by hair-of-the-dog, but he was still going strong... somehow.

Fendros and Ahnasha approached him to see how he was, whatever he was doing. "Good morning, Lorag. How are you doing?" Fendros asked, preparing himself for Lorag's impending breath.

"It makes my head fuzzy," Sabine said, rubbing her temple with one palm, "I can drink it without it tasting so bad anymore, but if I have too much, it makes me feel like my head is underwater. Then I wake up with headaches and a dry mouth." Sabine swallowed and frowned, "Janius says that the Imperial city has a big lake around it, fed by rivers. It is all cool, fresh water. When we get there, I want to swim, right away. I miss fresh water."

"Oh, hey." Lorag greeted, glancing to Fendros before returning his attention to what he was looking at before. There were a few crew members who appeared to be on a break taking their chance to unwind. They were gathered around some boxes, taking bets on a few games.

""This lot just loves to gamble. I used to join them, 'cept now there's no point anymore. I won a bit of coin arm wrestling against them, but they learned quick that I'd always win. No one'll bet against me." He explained before anyone asked.

At the prospect of competition, Ahnasha became immediately interested. She did not even care as much about winning coing; she was just excited to see a game she thought she might be good at. Some of the crew had set up around one of the boxes with a knife, challenging each other to what seemed to be a game of precision. One person held his hand out on the box, then quickly stabbed the knife in a pattern between his fingers, which the other person had to replicate. She had never played such a game before, but she was practiced enough at being precise with her daggers that she felt she could do it. Nudging Fendros with her elbow, she motioned towards the group. "That game looks interesting. How well do you think you would fare?"

Kaleeth agreed enthusiastically. "Oh yes, I can't wait. Janius says the lake is named lake....Rumor? Ru-more? I don't remember, but whatever it is named, he says it is big and safe to swim in. I am not really looking forward to going to, what is its name? Bruma? He says it is cold there, with something called 'snow' everywhere. I don't know what that is, but at least the Imperial City doesn't sound bad, just crowded. He says it is bigger than any city you all have been to."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Hmm, that is not an easy question to answer, as there are quite a few you can make." Meesei began as she tried tot hink of where to begin. "Of course, a lot of mistakes are fairly obvious. They are the same things you would want to avoid while making friends, and hopefully, you will gain plenty of practice at that. There are some others that I made, though. One story I told your sister was when I had arranged to meet my mate one night, but he never arrived. I grew concerned, and eventually angry at him, only to find that he had been injured while hunting the previous day. It is good to avoid being too...presumptuous. Of course, that isn't to say you should not ever try to guess what your partner is thinking or feeling, only that you should not treat your guesses like law. Thinking back on it, I think a lot of my problems might have been solved by simply by talking about issues more clearly and openly. Relying on guesswork caused many of my mistakes. Even then, some of these relationships may not work. Luckily, if one wants a partner, it only takes finding one which does."

Kaleeth nodded as she grabbed the bag under Janius' hammock. He was bigger than her, so she worried his clothes would not fit, but she was willing to try anything at this point. Since other crew members were starting to make their way down to the crew quarters as well, she had to use the storage room they used for the majority of their belongings in order to change. As usual, she had some difficulty getting out of her dress, so it took a bit longer than normal for her to change. As well, she realized only after she started to try them on that the trousers would need a tail hole if she wanted to wear them around.

When she stepped out of the room, Kaleeth turned a few heads, namely because she was unaware that a shirt was actually necessary, so her torso was bare. As well, the trousers were hanging beneath the base of her tail, and they were loose enough that she had to hold them up to keep herself from losing them. "If we make a hole for my tail, I think they will stay up, but...is this okay?" She asked.

"Yeah, it's good." One of the nearby crew members, this one being one of their few Argonians, blurted out, not taking his eyes off of her.

Star Wars - Jedi Exile

And also a raptor, but that's not important right now.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Meesei had to think for a moment about Sabine's question. She could recall asking her mother many questions, but they were all so...mundane. How to make clothing, how her magic could help with farming, and so on. Her father was the one she often sought wisdom from. "That is...hard to answer. My father was usually my mentor. He was wise, one of the leaders of the village, and considering I was his apprentice, it was only natural I would go to him. I did ask my mother many of the same kinds of questions you just asked me, of course, but as for what I wished I would have asked her...well, I suppose there was one thing. I was speaking to your sister about this yesterday, in fact. When I was young, I was often...apart from the others my age. Since I was the apprentice to the treeminder, I did not have as much time to just be a hatchling. I did have some trouble making friends as a result, but I think it was the romantic side of things that really bothered me. I made some embarrassing mistakes when it came to potential mates. I think I wish I would have asked my mother more about that, and socializing in general. It was her greatest skill, after all."

Kaleeth took in a deep breath, then breathed out slowly to calm herself. She realized she had not fully overcome the tendencies of her beast spirit, or at least she assumed that was where this anger was coming from. "I don't know what the 'game' is, but...I understand. I think. I just need to not cause trouble. Just let them cause trouble first instead. Then I can punch him." She said with a smile, trying to bring herself into her former, better mood. "So..." She began, glancing down with an annoyed gaze at her dress. "...do you think I can find something else to wear than this...thing?"

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"My mother? She was an interesting woman. Lively, energetic. She had a lot of skills, though she did not really specialize in anything. She loved making friends, and had a hand in just about everything in the village. Obviously, she helped my father with his rituals as Treeminder, but she also helped gather ingredients for our alchemist, she helped make armor and weapons for our hunters, she helped farm our crops, and even build our huts. For someone without a definite 'role', her days were quite busy. Overall, I would say her biggest role in the village was simply to be a friend to the people she knew. And she had quite a few friends. I doubt anything has changed for her in that respect since I left." Meesei explained.

Kaleeth kept her arms crossed, wishing she had some way to vent her sudden frustrations. As excited as she was to see the various parts of Tamriel, like the Imperial City, she wondered if it would even be worth it if the people they came across were going to give them problems. Why could they not just worry about their own lives? "So, if he tries to do anything to us, we can...punch him in the face or something. I don't know, I just...I don't think we should have to worry about it. It doesn't seem fair. I chose to fight back against those kinds of hateful opinions when I disobeyed my father. If I could fight back against him, then I can fight back against these strangers too. If the world wants to try to make us unhappy, well, I don't want to see you giving in, okay?" Kaleeth said with a surprising amount of conviction. Even if she did not fully understand how some people outside her homeland felt about Argonians, her experience with her father had been enough to give her strong opinions on the issue.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

"Well, all animals, or at least all female animals, go through something related to their reproduction, just not the same thing. When I first started out learning about restoration, animals were one of the first things I started studying." Meesei began. "However, there are far to many animals for me to explain how they all work without spending an entire afternoon on it. And those are just the ones I know. Really, most people do not even know why their bodies do the things they do. They just know the effects they can see. It is complicated, but I think the simplest way to explain it is that the reason Humans are the way they are is because they can have children at all times of the year. Many animals cannot. If you really want to, I could go into more detail on all of this, but perhaps in a more private place than here. Or at least as private as we can find on this ship. "

After Meesei finished speaking, she heard one of the nearby crew members mutter the words "Thank you" under his breath.

Kaleeth shakily tried to sit up, but once again, it tipped to the point that she fell out of it. Luckily, she landed on her feet cleanly enough that it looked intentional. Still, it did nothing to improve her mood. She held her head down, wondering why strangers would even care who others choose as their mates. "So...like my father, but opposite?" She asked.

Kaleeth took a few moments to think about what they could do about it, but the more she thought, the more she wondered why she should do anything at all. At first, she had been merely confused at the Imperial man, but now, she was slightly angry. If he had a problem with her and Janius, why should she care at all? She didn't like the man, she didn't need to impress him. Kaleeth crossed her arms defiantly and looked to Janius with some amount of resolve. "But if he is a stranger...why should we care about him. He isn't in my family or yours, so....he doesn't matter. I don't care what he thinks; I don't even like him."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Part of Meesei had hoped that Sabine would not start off with questions of such a nature, but she did say that she would answer anything, so there was no real way of avoiding it. The Argonian process of maturation had distinct differences from Humans, namely in aspects that involved the Hist. As well, their adult bodies had their obvious differences, so Meesei was not personally experienced in everything Sabine had to go through, but fortunately, she was at least knowledgeable on them. As a student of restoration, Meesei had studied the anatomies of all different races, and even many creatures, so she could speak with confidence on Sabine's fears. "Yes, I know what you are speaking of. The healing potions do not help because there is nothing wrong. It is related to Human reproduction, and it is not something that should make you afraid. It might cause discomfort and pain, but it is not something that is going to harm you. It is normal. The topic of reproduction...it isn't the most comfortable one. It is something people usually do not like to discuss or hear about, but it is something you need to know, and as I said, I will help you however I can."

As Kaleeth was not aware of what Janius had seen, she appeared confused when he suddenly lifted up his head to look at something in the room. When she looked up as well, all she saw was Ahnasha and Fendros, and a man from the crew. She saw nothing else of interest, or at least nothing that was not the same as when they arrived. "Is there something wrong? Did I do something?"

The generally angry-looking crew member was quick to grab the cloth-wrapped items he was seeking from the bags under his hammock, so he started to leave shortly after arriving. However, as he started to walk past Janius and Kaleeth, he muttered something loudly enough that it was clear he wanted them to hear it. "Lizard lover."

The man did not stop walking and left quickly, giving no real chance for a response and leaving Kaleeth to look at Janius, confused.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Kaleeth kept her dress, even if she is tempted to steal someone else's clothes. As for Meesei, Argonians do have their share of differences, namely the things involved with the Hist, but even if she isn't personally experienced with them all, she is knowledgeable about them due to her studies into restoration.