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"You want to recount it? I don't really see how that will help anything, honestly." Ahnasha responded skeptically. She doubted that Fendros intentionally wanted to cause her any more pain, but she did not think describing those memories again would help. "I mean, I think I understand what you want, but...I just don't think that will work. Really, I think that would just hurt. Coming to terms with it to the point we can talk about it? I don't think that is possible, for us or anyone. Some things are just too painful. Yeah, we shouldn't just ignore it, but...there has to be something else. I will never be comfortable with what happened. I couldn't handle the pain, and Rhazii suffered for it. That pain is never going away, but...surely there is some other way to get past it, and I don't mean just ignoring it."
Kaleeth nodded. "I think Janius said there was. He has described the city to me, but I'm still really excited to see it. The cities we've been to have been bigger than anything I've seen before, and this city is supposed to be bigger than all of them. I don't really understand how people build such big places, honestly. It seems like it would take forever." She commented. A few moments later, one of the sailors brushed past her on the way to whatever task she was working on. It looked like the sailors were becoming busier, so she was more worried that she was in their way. "Maybe we should go back down below the...what is this? A deck, right?"
Kaleeth nodded. "I think Janius said there was. He has described the city to me, but I'm still really excited to see it. The cities we've been to have been bigger than anything I've seen before, and this city is supposed to be bigger than all of them. I don't really understand how people build such big places, honestly. It seems like it would take forever." She commented. A few moments later, one of the sailors brushed past her on the way to whatever task she was working on. It looked like the sailors were becoming busier, so she was more worried that she was in their way. "Maybe we should go back down below the...what is this? A deck, right?"
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
As Meirin was questioning one of the guards, Ssarak was going through their minds, sifting through the various thoughts, emotions, and obscenities going through them for information he felt may be important. There was only one mind he could not seem to read, which was the one of the particularly pale guard. He was not sure why, but what he could hear in the thoughts of the others did provide some insight into their current attitude. Overall, not one of them was in anything resembling a good mood. All of them were hungry, exceedingly bored, and hated the job they were performing. They felt as weary and weakened as they looked.
Ssarak focused particular attention on the guard Meirin was speaking to, especially once her questioning became more direct, and his thoughts were even more frustrated than his words. He thought not only about how much he hated his job, but how jealous he was of Meirin and the rest of the caravan guards. Even with the traveling they had been doing, they looked, and almost certainly were, more well-off than these bridge guards. He also had other, more crude thoughts directed at Alaira and Meirin, but other than making Ssarak angry, they were not as relevant. As soon as Ssarak heard Meirin's thoughts, he responded with his own findings. "It does not seem like any of them want to be here either. They are hungry, and by the looks of things, probably underpaid. They are bored, and in particular, the one you spoke to is envious of us. However, I have not actually heard any thoughts suggesting they intend to attack us, not yet."
Almost as soon as Ssarak sent his message, Alaira, once again, acted out rashly. He had placed so much focus on the guards that he was not able to stop the person who was proving to be the greatest threat to their safety. He shook his head and gave an audible sigh. He seemed disappointed, though it was more in himself than anything for expecting anything different. At least this time, she did not catch anything on fire, so the horses were fine. Alaira was being a fool, but he could not discount the possibility that she was a lucky fool. The guards were suspisious, and may still be a danger, especially now that they had a very legitimate reason to attack.
"Alaira, control yourself!" Ssarak shouted as he drew his weapon and looked at her, his posture hinting at anger just as well as his voice. On the outside, it would seem like an angered reaction, but in reality, it was a calculated move. If the guards had not intended to be hostile, then it would demonstrate that he and the other caravan guards did not agree with Alaira, and did not necessarily want to harm, or even rob them. Second, it allowed him to bring his weapon in hand without increasing the hostility towards the guards.It seemed like he was focused on Alaira, but each of the guards were still within his sight in some capacity, and he was both watching for sudden movements, and listening for thoughts that would suggest they were attacking. Overall, it meant he was now alert and ready for an attack, but still had some possibility of defusing the situation.
At the same time, Ssarak sent a telepathic message to Meirin, Darius, and the Caravan master. "I do not intend to attack Alaira. I used the opportunity to draw my weapon safely, but I cannot communicate this to Alaira, so be ready. Let us try to get her to back down, but watch the guards closely. She has given them good reason to attack, if they were not already."
As Meirin was questioning one of the guards, Ssarak was going through their minds, sifting through the various thoughts, emotions, and obscenities going through them for information he felt may be important. There was only one mind he could not seem to read, which was the one of the particularly pale guard. He was not sure why, but what he could hear in the thoughts of the others did provide some insight into their current attitude. Overall, not one of them was in anything resembling a good mood. All of them were hungry, exceedingly bored, and hated the job they were performing. They felt as weary and weakened as they looked.
Ssarak focused particular attention on the guard Meirin was speaking to, especially once her questioning became more direct, and his thoughts were even more frustrated than his words. He thought not only about how much he hated his job, but how jealous he was of Meirin and the rest of the caravan guards. Even with the traveling they had been doing, they looked, and almost certainly were, more well-off than these bridge guards. He also had other, more crude thoughts directed at Alaira and Meirin, but other than making Ssarak angry, they were not as relevant. As soon as Ssarak heard Meirin's thoughts, he responded with his own findings. "It does not seem like any of them want to be here either. They are hungry, and by the looks of things, probably underpaid. They are bored, and in particular, the one you spoke to is envious of us. However, I have not actually heard any thoughts suggesting they intend to attack us, not yet."
Almost as soon as Ssarak sent his message, Alaira, once again, acted out rashly. He had placed so much focus on the guards that he was not able to stop the person who was proving to be the greatest threat to their safety. He shook his head and gave an audible sigh. He seemed disappointed, though it was more in himself than anything for expecting anything different. At least this time, she did not catch anything on fire, so the horses were fine. Alaira was being a fool, but he could not discount the possibility that she was a lucky fool. The guards were suspisious, and may still be a danger, especially now that they had a very legitimate reason to attack.
"Alaira, control yourself!" Ssarak shouted as he drew his weapon and looked at her, his posture hinting at anger just as well as his voice. On the outside, it would seem like an angered reaction, but in reality, it was a calculated move. If the guards had not intended to be hostile, then it would demonstrate that he and the other caravan guards did not agree with Alaira, and did not necessarily want to harm, or even rob them. Second, it allowed him to bring his weapon in hand without increasing the hostility towards the guards.It seemed like he was focused on Alaira, but each of the guards were still within his sight in some capacity, and he was both watching for sudden movements, and listening for thoughts that would suggest they were attacking. Overall, it meant he was now alert and ready for an attack, but still had some possibility of defusing the situation.
At the same time, Ssarak sent a telepathic message to Meirin, Darius, and the Caravan master. "I do not intend to attack Alaira. I used the opportunity to draw my weapon safely, but I cannot communicate this to Alaira, so be ready. Let us try to get her to back down, but watch the guards closely. She has given them good reason to attack, if they were not already."
Hey. Glad to see you are back, but unfortunately, I don't know if I'll be able to continue in these. I'm busier now than I used to be and don't really have as much time as before. Plus, I can barely remember what I intended for the stories of these RPs. I'm sorry about it, but I don't think I'll be able to continue. I am, however, still able to have some RPs, and I'm still in Blood if you intend to rejoin that.
"I don't know what you want me to say." Ahnasha answered. She appreciated what Fendros was trying to do, but she wasn't even sure what they could talk about. It did not seem like just bringing it up again would help, though she wanted to do something. Without any ideas of her own, however, she had no alternatives to suggest. "I don't see how it will help us, but...okay. What do you want to talk about? I really don't know where to even begin on something like this."
"They were...Kothringi." Kaleeth answered, as she did not believe that ancient race of men could be described as anything else. "They were Human, but skilled enough to live in the swamps. They lived just like the Argonians did in villages, but they didn't follow the Hist like we did. They also fought a lot with the Argonians, so I don't really think they were peaceful. I mean, they didn't fight all the time, but they weren't always friends either. I don't know what it would be like now if the Flu didn't kill them all, but if they still liked to fight, it might not be better. There is no way to really know, I don't think."
"They were...Kothringi." Kaleeth answered, as she did not believe that ancient race of men could be described as anything else. "They were Human, but skilled enough to live in the swamps. They lived just like the Argonians did in villages, but they didn't follow the Hist like we did. They also fought a lot with the Argonians, so I don't really think they were peaceful. I mean, they didn't fight all the time, but they weren't always friends either. I don't know what it would be like now if the Flu didn't kill them all, but if they still liked to fight, it might not be better. There is no way to really know, I don't think."
Ahnasha let out a long, uncertain sigh once Fendros' questions took on a more serious nature. "I know you're probably right, but...what is there even to talk about? I mean, we were both there, we both know what happened. And neither of us have any solution to just get rid of that pain. I know I'm not alone in the pain I experienced, at least not the mental pain. I wish I was; I wish you never had to go through that, but...I guess I'm saying I just have to accept that it happened. There was nothing we could do about it, then or now."
Though confused for a moment, Kaleeth's eyes lit up when she realized that she was actually familiar with what Sabine was talking about, at least partially. It was nothing she had ever seen herself, of course, but it was a familiar detail in the stories told to her by the Treeminder. "I...don't know what a fox is, but I think I know what you mean. Like I said, the Treeminder loved to tell us stories. According to him, Argonians have not always been alone living in the marsh; there were other people. There were Humans, a group called the Kothringi, that used to live in Black Marsh. They all died with the...Knahaten Flu, I think was what it was called. The other race were the Lilmothiit. They used to live where Lilmoth is now, and they were covered in fur like Khajiit. They all died a long time ago too. The Treeminder said it was probably the Knahaten Flu too, but no one knows for sure. That is probably what Meesei was talking about, I think."
Though confused for a moment, Kaleeth's eyes lit up when she realized that she was actually familiar with what Sabine was talking about, at least partially. It was nothing she had ever seen herself, of course, but it was a familiar detail in the stories told to her by the Treeminder. "I...don't know what a fox is, but I think I know what you mean. Like I said, the Treeminder loved to tell us stories. According to him, Argonians have not always been alone living in the marsh; there were other people. There were Humans, a group called the Kothringi, that used to live in Black Marsh. They all died with the...Knahaten Flu, I think was what it was called. The other race were the Lilmothiit. They used to live where Lilmoth is now, and they were covered in fur like Khajiit. They all died a long time ago too. The Treeminder said it was probably the Knahaten Flu too, but no one knows for sure. That is probably what Meesei was talking about, I think."
Ahnasha gave a smile, walking over to the railing and leaning over to look at the waves hitting the ship below. "Well, I have been sleeping better, certainly. I'm not completely without nightmares, but they're more like the ones I was always used to having, not so...regular in topic. I do have some trouble sleeping still, but not because of dreams. I still have not become completely used. to sleeping on the ship. The rocking of the ship and my hammock at night, it is somewhat distracting and disorienting. Hopefully, I'll get used to it, but if not, at least we won't be onboard forever."
Ahnasha turned her head, noticing Rhazii at the same time as Fendros. "We should get back down to the bunks." She said simply.
"Oh, is that why I sometimes see Janius and some of the others cutting the hair on their face? I guess that makes sense; the hair not on the top of a human's head doesn't feel nearly as soft. It's almost...itchy. I almost wish Janius would cut all of his hair off, but I guess that wouldn't look right." Kaleeth said, pausing for a moment when she noticed Ahnasha and Fendros starting to head below decks. It inspired a question in her mind, though Sabine was not likely to know the answer to it. "I wonder what it's like to be a Khajiit? Humans have hair on your heads and other places, but Khajiit have it everywhere They probably have to do a lot more to take care of it than Humans do. It would seem like having all that hair would be very itchy, but they don't seem to act like it."
Ahnasha turned her head, noticing Rhazii at the same time as Fendros. "We should get back down to the bunks." She said simply.
"Oh, is that why I sometimes see Janius and some of the others cutting the hair on their face? I guess that makes sense; the hair not on the top of a human's head doesn't feel nearly as soft. It's almost...itchy. I almost wish Janius would cut all of his hair off, but I guess that wouldn't look right." Kaleeth said, pausing for a moment when she noticed Ahnasha and Fendros starting to head below decks. It inspired a question in her mind, though Sabine was not likely to know the answer to it. "I wonder what it's like to be a Khajiit? Humans have hair on your heads and other places, but Khajiit have it everywhere They probably have to do a lot more to take care of it than Humans do. It would seem like having all that hair would be very itchy, but they don't seem to act like it."
Ahnasha no longer took as much interest in the game now that she was not playing and had no investment in it. She instead she paced a few steps as she glanced out over the horizon. As they were travelling along the coast, they were still in sight of land, which was comforting. Once Fendros spoke up about Rhazii, she turned her attention back to him. "You know, I can't actually say I know exactly how quickly Cathay grow. I know it is fast, but I really don't know when he will be what size. Hopefully, he will be able to walk before he is too...inconvenient to carry around at all times. Though honestly, we will probably have to carry him a fair amount even when he is old enough to walk and talk. That, or we'll need to be content with covering a lot less ground in a day."
Kaleeth leaned down to allow Sabine to reach up to her fins, giving a nod to ask permission to feel them. She did not feel there was anything special about them, but then again, Sabine probably felt the same way about hair. Although, she really could not say she understood what Sabine meant when she asked if they hurt. "No, I don't have to do anything special to them, unless I wanted to pierce them or something. They don't really do anything, I don't think. I think feathers take the most work if you want to make them look pretty. I think I am glad I don't have feathers; I wouldn't want to have anything that would take a lot of work, and hair seems like it is even more work than feathers. Humans even have hair on your body and not just your head. Do you have to worry about that too?"
Kaleeth leaned down to allow Sabine to reach up to her fins, giving a nod to ask permission to feel them. She did not feel there was anything special about them, but then again, Sabine probably felt the same way about hair. Although, she really could not say she understood what Sabine meant when she asked if they hurt. "No, I don't have to do anything special to them, unless I wanted to pierce them or something. They don't really do anything, I don't think. I think feathers take the most work if you want to make them look pretty. I think I am glad I don't have feathers; I wouldn't want to have anything that would take a lot of work, and hair seems like it is even more work than feathers. Humans even have hair on your body and not just your head. Do you have to worry about that too?"
Ahnasha breathed an audible sigh of relief when Drinks failed to set his pattern. It seemed he grew a bit too ambitious, or felt that he had to create a much more difficult challenge to defeat her. In all honesty, she had a good chance of failing the next one even if he had matched her last one. As Fendros knelt down beside her, she gathered the coin she had one into her coinpurse. "I think I've had my fill of excitement for now. That will be my last one."
As she stood up, Ahnasha grinned at Fendros. "Yes, I did a wonderful job at winning back my coin, didn't I? All my training really helped, but you weren't too bad. Ah, that was exhilarating, I feel...energized. I know fighting is a serious matter, but games like that give a sort of...thrill like in fighting. I guess it is the danger. I wouldn't mind taking some risks more often."
Once again, Kaleeth mimicked Sabine's motion by rubbing her fins at the same time as she rubbed her hair. "We don't have hair, but some Argonians do have feathers, like Meesei. They are...sort of the same. A lot of Argonians have horns, and some like me have fins. I don't know why our heads are so different compared to yours; it seems like humans just have different colors. There are a lot of Argonians that try to make their heads look pretty too, though. Some like to pierce their fins and put rings in them, some put larger rings over their horns, some tie fabric to them. There are a lot of things people do, I just never tried it because I was a hunter and didn't want jewelry to get caught on things."
Curiously, kaleeth reached out to Sabine and ran her hand through her and across the side of her face, not actually remembering to ask beforehand. "Your hair is soft, though, like your skin. It feels a lot different from feathers and scales. I had never felt hair before me and Janius became mates."
As she stood up, Ahnasha grinned at Fendros. "Yes, I did a wonderful job at winning back my coin, didn't I? All my training really helped, but you weren't too bad. Ah, that was exhilarating, I feel...energized. I know fighting is a serious matter, but games like that give a sort of...thrill like in fighting. I guess it is the danger. I wouldn't mind taking some risks more often."
Once again, Kaleeth mimicked Sabine's motion by rubbing her fins at the same time as she rubbed her hair. "We don't have hair, but some Argonians do have feathers, like Meesei. They are...sort of the same. A lot of Argonians have horns, and some like me have fins. I don't know why our heads are so different compared to yours; it seems like humans just have different colors. There are a lot of Argonians that try to make their heads look pretty too, though. Some like to pierce their fins and put rings in them, some put larger rings over their horns, some tie fabric to them. There are a lot of things people do, I just never tried it because I was a hunter and didn't want jewelry to get caught on things."
Curiously, kaleeth reached out to Sabine and ran her hand through her and across the side of her face, not actually remembering to ask beforehand. "Your hair is soft, though, like your skin. It feels a lot different from feathers and scales. I had never felt hair before me and Janius became mates."
After watching the first two games, Lorag gave a small laugh at Fendros' defeat. He could have made a joke, but he did not want to put himself in the position of being challenged at the game. He did not fear being hurt, but he was not exactly the most dextrous individual. Against these sailors, he would probably lose, so trying to say anything to Fendros would likely backfire on him.
"Hmph, I should have known you would lose my coin." Ahnasha teased as she handed off Rhazii to Fendros once again. It only took her a moment to consider the Argonian's offer before placing down the remainder of her coin on the box in front of her. "I only have six, but I'll take the bet. You want to start us of?"
Drinks-In-Sun gave a nod as he laid his hand out on the box and took up the knife. Given that he had already shown what he could do with Fendros, his pattern was just as rapid as the one which had won him the last round. She had to watch him intently to memorize the pattern he set, which was both complicated and quick. He finished it seemingly without issue, so Ahnasha took in a deep breath once it was her turn to take up the knife. Concentrating intently, she started to mimic him with just as much speed, trying to imagine the gaps in her fingers like the gaps in armor. She was practiced with precision and needed only to apply that experience. It was only a few seconds before the round was over, and her hand unscathed.
The others quickly took considerably more interest in the game upon her success. It was obvious that this Argonian was one of the more skilled players among the sailors, so for her pattern, she decided not to hold back. Ahnasha pushed the limits of what she could do, nearly cutting herself on two occasions as the blade danced between her fingers. Not only did she keep up a high speed, but she tried to make sure the pattern was as complicated as she could make it. Luckily, she managed to finish the pattern without cutting herself, so it was up to the Drinks-In-Sun to match it. He seemed a bit less confident than before, but then again, neither was Ahnasha. If he managed to pass this round, then it was unlikely that she would win the next.
Kaleeth matched Sabine's motion of rubbing her arm. "Hmm, the sun is warm, so I guess it makes sense that it could burn, but...I've never been burned by it before. Maybe it is because you have skin and I have scales? Human skin seems thinner and easier to scratch, so...maybe it is easier for the sun to burn? I'm not sure; I never really thought about any of these questions before. I wonder what else is different about us that we don't really think about?"
"Hmph, I should have known you would lose my coin." Ahnasha teased as she handed off Rhazii to Fendros once again. It only took her a moment to consider the Argonian's offer before placing down the remainder of her coin on the box in front of her. "I only have six, but I'll take the bet. You want to start us of?"
Drinks-In-Sun gave a nod as he laid his hand out on the box and took up the knife. Given that he had already shown what he could do with Fendros, his pattern was just as rapid as the one which had won him the last round. She had to watch him intently to memorize the pattern he set, which was both complicated and quick. He finished it seemingly without issue, so Ahnasha took in a deep breath once it was her turn to take up the knife. Concentrating intently, she started to mimic him with just as much speed, trying to imagine the gaps in her fingers like the gaps in armor. She was practiced with precision and needed only to apply that experience. It was only a few seconds before the round was over, and her hand unscathed.
The others quickly took considerably more interest in the game upon her success. It was obvious that this Argonian was one of the more skilled players among the sailors, so for her pattern, she decided not to hold back. Ahnasha pushed the limits of what she could do, nearly cutting herself on two occasions as the blade danced between her fingers. Not only did she keep up a high speed, but she tried to make sure the pattern was as complicated as she could make it. Luckily, she managed to finish the pattern without cutting herself, so it was up to the Drinks-In-Sun to match it. He seemed a bit less confident than before, but then again, neither was Ahnasha. If he managed to pass this round, then it was unlikely that she would win the next.
Kaleeth matched Sabine's motion of rubbing her arm. "Hmm, the sun is warm, so I guess it makes sense that it could burn, but...I've never been burned by it before. Maybe it is because you have skin and I have scales? Human skin seems thinner and easier to scratch, so...maybe it is easier for the sun to burn? I'm not sure; I never really thought about any of these questions before. I wonder what else is different about us that we don't really think about?"
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