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Meesei let out a chuckle. "I do not know why he would fear you, but he certainly seems afraid. I may be able to imagine why; is he a new lycan? He looks quite nervous to step out from behind that wall." She commented.
Looking across the group of people that Sabine pointed out, Meesei could not help but to smile. She of course knew about the fact that Sabine had been making friends, but it was even more encouraging to see them in person. She could see the excitement in her expression as she pointed them out, and the familiarity she had with them. It was such a drastic change from how Sabine acted when they first found her. Meesei had known that Sabine had improved drastically, but this was the first time she was able to see the effect it had on how she interacted with those outside the pack, those she was less familiar with.
"At any rate, I am not certain on how you would like me to approach your friends, if you would like me to speak to them at all, so how about you lead the way?" Meesei suggested.
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Ahnasha had a difficult time even just listening to Fendros' account of the event, and its effects on him. So, when Najirra shifted his attention to her, she froze up a moment. Her breathing was more rapid, and her ears flush with blood as they tried to rid her of the body heat building within her. She swallowed, trying to drum up the will to speak. "I...is it really necessary to describe how that affected me? I mean...it seems fairly...apparent what that would do to me. I was cut open, from my collarbone down to my stomach." She explained, using her free hand to trace down the path of the blade. She pulled apart some of the fur on her abdomen to show the rather prominent scar just beneath it. "I was kept alive and awake by healers who trained specifically to be able to heal without numbing the pain. I saw my heart beating in my chest with my own eyes. I don't think it did anything to me that wouldn't happen to anyone else who went through the same torture."
Closing her eyes a moment, Ahnasha let out a deep breath. "All the same things that have been happening to Fendros have been happening to me, at least mostly. Organs and...dead meat don't bother me, it's just when the owner is still alive. Different nightmares, but along the same lines. I haven't had it as bad as him for a while, but I think that is just because of the medicine, and I'm almost out..."
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Kaleeth did not react immediately to the shield being rolled to her, and she tried not to even pay attention to the fact that the children were there. For the moment, she only wanted to make sure she retained her faculties. Being in control while in this form just seemed so...unnatural. She looked down at her massive, clawed hand while flexing and contracting the fingers. It was almost like it felt more "right" to have the beast in control while in this form. At least then, she did not feel like she had to confront the fact that this body was actually hers.
After a few moments, and a few shouts of impatience from the audience, Kaleeth reached down and grasped the shield awkwardly in her rather large hand. She could feel the beast in her mind, but it wasn't demanding anything of her...yet. She brought the old battered shield up to her mouth and snapped her jaws around it with as much force as she could muster. Of course, that was far more than was necessary, as the training shield did not have anywhere close to the durability of the steel-reinforced shield she had snapped before, and the jaws of a werecrocodile were perhaps the strongest in all of Tamriel. Though, it was not as if the children would know any of those details. To them, she was a fearsome lycanthrope who could snap a shield with scarcely any effort.
Kaleeth cast aside the remnants of the shield and turned towards Janius and the rest of her audience. She knew she should turn back, but at the moment, she did not actually feel nearly as...angry as she had expected.
Looking across the group of people that Sabine pointed out, Meesei could not help but to smile. She of course knew about the fact that Sabine had been making friends, but it was even more encouraging to see them in person. She could see the excitement in her expression as she pointed them out, and the familiarity she had with them. It was such a drastic change from how Sabine acted when they first found her. Meesei had known that Sabine had improved drastically, but this was the first time she was able to see the effect it had on how she interacted with those outside the pack, those she was less familiar with.
"At any rate, I am not certain on how you would like me to approach your friends, if you would like me to speak to them at all, so how about you lead the way?" Meesei suggested.
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Ahnasha had a difficult time even just listening to Fendros' account of the event, and its effects on him. So, when Najirra shifted his attention to her, she froze up a moment. Her breathing was more rapid, and her ears flush with blood as they tried to rid her of the body heat building within her. She swallowed, trying to drum up the will to speak. "I...is it really necessary to describe how that affected me? I mean...it seems fairly...apparent what that would do to me. I was cut open, from my collarbone down to my stomach." She explained, using her free hand to trace down the path of the blade. She pulled apart some of the fur on her abdomen to show the rather prominent scar just beneath it. "I was kept alive and awake by healers who trained specifically to be able to heal without numbing the pain. I saw my heart beating in my chest with my own eyes. I don't think it did anything to me that wouldn't happen to anyone else who went through the same torture."
Closing her eyes a moment, Ahnasha let out a deep breath. "All the same things that have been happening to Fendros have been happening to me, at least mostly. Organs and...dead meat don't bother me, it's just when the owner is still alive. Different nightmares, but along the same lines. I haven't had it as bad as him for a while, but I think that is just because of the medicine, and I'm almost out..."
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Kaleeth did not react immediately to the shield being rolled to her, and she tried not to even pay attention to the fact that the children were there. For the moment, she only wanted to make sure she retained her faculties. Being in control while in this form just seemed so...unnatural. She looked down at her massive, clawed hand while flexing and contracting the fingers. It was almost like it felt more "right" to have the beast in control while in this form. At least then, she did not feel like she had to confront the fact that this body was actually hers.
After a few moments, and a few shouts of impatience from the audience, Kaleeth reached down and grasped the shield awkwardly in her rather large hand. She could feel the beast in her mind, but it wasn't demanding anything of her...yet. She brought the old battered shield up to her mouth and snapped her jaws around it with as much force as she could muster. Of course, that was far more than was necessary, as the training shield did not have anywhere close to the durability of the steel-reinforced shield she had snapped before, and the jaws of a werecrocodile were perhaps the strongest in all of Tamriel. Though, it was not as if the children would know any of those details. To them, she was a fearsome lycanthrope who could snap a shield with scarcely any effort.
Kaleeth cast aside the remnants of the shield and turned towards Janius and the rest of her audience. She knew she should turn back, but at the moment, she did not actually feel nearly as...angry as she had expected.
Meesei smiled. "Well, asking is generally a rather certain method of determining the truth, but...I know that is not the answer you want." She began, though she could not confess to knowing an easy answer to Sabine's question. In truth, she did not believe there was a such thing as an easy answer. People were complicated beings, particularly in matters of such intense emotion. An answer that would fit well in one scenario could be directly harmful in another. Still, it was good that Sabine was finally opening up her emotions to others, so she wanted to give as much helpful advice as possible.
"Honestly, the answer is likely much more complicated than it should be. I was raised in a remote part of Black Marsh, so what I know may not necessarily apply here. Our traditions, and the way we approach others, are different. Although, I imagine that would mostly influence how you are meant to approach one you are interested in. In my village, we were all rather open with one another in most aspects of life. The very name of Argonians in our tongue, Saxhleel, means 'People of the Root.' We were all connected to the Hist, and in turn, one another. There was no taboo in simply declaring one's feelings to another. But, I suppose that is not what you asked; you asked how to know if he is actually interested to begin with. My advice is to watch him in the same light as yourself. People's innate habits tend to be similar. Watch and see how often he wants to talk to you compared to others; see if his actions toward you mimic any of your own. Or, look at your friends who are in a relationship with another. See if you can find any of the details in how they act with each other in how he acts towards you. Nothing is guaranteed to work, of course, but it is a start." She explained, her volume mimicking Sabine's.
It was not long before the two reached the pool chamber in the lower levels. As it was midday and many in the clan were busy, it was not especially crowded, though there were of course others present. Some were adults, relaxing and talking among one another in and around the pool. Others were younger, around Sabine's age, and most were swimming much more actively. Looking among their faces, Meesei was sure she recognized that at least a few of them were among those that she had seen Sabine socializing with. There was also one excessively nervous-looking boy, perhaps a year or two older than Sabine, who was standing, or perhaps hiding, behind a low wall half as tall as himself a short distance from the pool, on the far side from the entrance.
As they entered the room, Meesei found a corner to undress and place her belongings. As it was sufficiently far from the pool to be out of earshot, she whispered to Sabine. "You know some of the others here, yes?"
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To Ahnasha, nothing that Najirra said was truly a surprise. She was not expecting an easy nor quick solution, as much as she wished that were possible. She was skeptical that he would be able to help them at all, as even he seemed surprised when she mentioned the degree of trauma that she experienced. Still, they had to try, as they had no other plan in mind for how to heal these scars.
"I agree as well. I...well I honestly do not know what to expect, but I do not intend to give up, no matter how long it takes." She answered.
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Kaleeth was obviously nervous, though having Janius being the one suggesting the transformation did bring her some comfort. "I...I don't know. I'm not confident, but I don't want to upset them. You already said I would transform. If you think I can do it, then...I guess I can. Just stay with the children, okay? And don't be afraid to stop me if I do anything wrong." She answered.
With only a hint of reluctance, Kaleeth walked with Janius to the main chamber. As usual, there were many who walked through the main chamber on their way to different parts of the ruins, but at the moment, there were no actual gatherings in the chamber itself, apart from the children grouped together near its center, where training usually took place. Though still visibly nervous, Kaleeth found a place to discard her clothing, then stepped out into the center of the chamber.
"I...guess I should start." She said, closing her eyes and letting out a deep breath. At the very least, she did know how to transform on command by letting the beast out of its mental cage. As she felt the transformation coming, she braced herself; it was always painful.
"Honestly, the answer is likely much more complicated than it should be. I was raised in a remote part of Black Marsh, so what I know may not necessarily apply here. Our traditions, and the way we approach others, are different. Although, I imagine that would mostly influence how you are meant to approach one you are interested in. In my village, we were all rather open with one another in most aspects of life. The very name of Argonians in our tongue, Saxhleel, means 'People of the Root.' We were all connected to the Hist, and in turn, one another. There was no taboo in simply declaring one's feelings to another. But, I suppose that is not what you asked; you asked how to know if he is actually interested to begin with. My advice is to watch him in the same light as yourself. People's innate habits tend to be similar. Watch and see how often he wants to talk to you compared to others; see if his actions toward you mimic any of your own. Or, look at your friends who are in a relationship with another. See if you can find any of the details in how they act with each other in how he acts towards you. Nothing is guaranteed to work, of course, but it is a start." She explained, her volume mimicking Sabine's.
It was not long before the two reached the pool chamber in the lower levels. As it was midday and many in the clan were busy, it was not especially crowded, though there were of course others present. Some were adults, relaxing and talking among one another in and around the pool. Others were younger, around Sabine's age, and most were swimming much more actively. Looking among their faces, Meesei was sure she recognized that at least a few of them were among those that she had seen Sabine socializing with. There was also one excessively nervous-looking boy, perhaps a year or two older than Sabine, who was standing, or perhaps hiding, behind a low wall half as tall as himself a short distance from the pool, on the far side from the entrance.
As they entered the room, Meesei found a corner to undress and place her belongings. As it was sufficiently far from the pool to be out of earshot, she whispered to Sabine. "You know some of the others here, yes?"
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To Ahnasha, nothing that Najirra said was truly a surprise. She was not expecting an easy nor quick solution, as much as she wished that were possible. She was skeptical that he would be able to help them at all, as even he seemed surprised when she mentioned the degree of trauma that she experienced. Still, they had to try, as they had no other plan in mind for how to heal these scars.
"I agree as well. I...well I honestly do not know what to expect, but I do not intend to give up, no matter how long it takes." She answered.
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Kaleeth was obviously nervous, though having Janius being the one suggesting the transformation did bring her some comfort. "I...I don't know. I'm not confident, but I don't want to upset them. You already said I would transform. If you think I can do it, then...I guess I can. Just stay with the children, okay? And don't be afraid to stop me if I do anything wrong." She answered.
With only a hint of reluctance, Kaleeth walked with Janius to the main chamber. As usual, there were many who walked through the main chamber on their way to different parts of the ruins, but at the moment, there were no actual gatherings in the chamber itself, apart from the children grouped together near its center, where training usually took place. Though still visibly nervous, Kaleeth found a place to discard her clothing, then stepped out into the center of the chamber.
"I...guess I should start." She said, closing her eyes and letting out a deep breath. At the very least, she did know how to transform on command by letting the beast out of its mental cage. As she felt the transformation coming, she braced herself; it was always painful.
Meesei returned Sabine's hug, and maintained it for somewhat longer than usual. "I know; I will be because I have to be. There is no chance in Oblivion of me letting you, nor any of the others down. When the time comes, this clan, and every other clan for that matter, will be ready for whatever Vile has in store for us. Of course, that also means you will need to be ready. Do not think I have forgotten about you neglecting your training. We will start having an actual schedule for your training, instead of doing it whenever you are in the correct mood. It is not ideal, but I think you need to turn your training into a habit."
Meesei's tone was not overly serious or accusatory, but she did intend to follow through with her word. Nevertheless, even she was not interested in training at the moment, or anything even remotely related to her responsibilities, for that matter. Her scales were going to lose their color twenty years early at this rate if she kept herself at such high levels of stress. "But, that is not a conversation for this moment. When I said I intended to relax, I meant it. How would you feel about going for a swim? It has been too long since I have been able to do anything with you, or anyone else in the pack."
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Ahnasha adjusted Rhazii in her arms as she looked down at him. Currently, he was just looking around curiously at the room, and Najirra in particular. "Well, if he starts acting up, I suppose I wouldn't mind. Right now, he just seems happy staring at your fur." She said with a slight smile.
She paused for a moment to take another sip of the tea, which she was really beginning to grow attached to. Internally, she was wondering if Najirra would be willing to teach her how to make it herself, but as that was not very pertinent to the matter at hand, she pushed off the thought for later. For now, he was wanting to know about their past, from before they had even turned. At least it sounded a bit more related to their problem than simple small talk.
"I was born in Leyawiin. As you can probably tell from my speech, I was raised essentially like an Imperial. My father was a Bosmer from Valenwood, but just like my mother, he had adopted the Imperials' ways. My mother taught me about Elsweyr, of course, but Imperial culture is what I know best. They were merchants, and wanted me to be the same. It was a stable life, certainly; I was better off than a lot of other children in the city, but...well I know it sounds petty, but it was boring. I can't think of a time where I actually wanted to be a merchant. Luckily, they let me indulge in my adventurous side. I started hunting, as well as dabbling in the spell tomes that would pass through the shop. Eventually I learned about Hircine, started worshipping him. He...inspired me to hunt bigger, tougher prey. After killing a minotaur in his name, he evidently found me worthy, because he directed me to Meesei. She was the one that gave me the gift of beast blood. I faked my death to cut off ties to my family, and haven't looked back. That was years ago; maybe...six or seven? I wasn't much older then than Sabine is now. But...as for memories, I don't think I really know what you mean. I do think about my family occasionally, but I wouldn't say I'm really bothered by any memories from back then. I mean, I did think about the last time I actually saw them when we passed by Leyawiin on the way to the Imperial City, but I wouldn't say that is unusual. The only memory that has been bothering me is the waking vivisection I lived through." Ahnasha explained.
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At first, Kaleeth was relieved when Janius arrived, as he could presumably say something to the children to keep them from demanding that she transform. That seemed to be what he was doing when he first spoke, but much to her surprise, he actually whispered to her to encourage her to go along with it. Given her fear of transforming, it was not at all confident doing, and it surprised her that he thought she was ready for something like that.
"I, um, oh, are you...are you sure? Transforming makes me...nervous. I mean, I guess I can do it, but-" Kaleeth began, but at least one of the ever-attentive children was listening closely to her slightly-too-loud of a whisper.
"You'll do it? Oh, thank you, thank you! This will be great!" The Bosmer boy shouted, followed by cheering from a few of the others.
"Oh...okay." Kaleeth responded, rather distraught that she had accidentally agreed to this. Regardless, she looked to Janius, as if waiting for him to lead the way to the main chamber.
Meesei's tone was not overly serious or accusatory, but she did intend to follow through with her word. Nevertheless, even she was not interested in training at the moment, or anything even remotely related to her responsibilities, for that matter. Her scales were going to lose their color twenty years early at this rate if she kept herself at such high levels of stress. "But, that is not a conversation for this moment. When I said I intended to relax, I meant it. How would you feel about going for a swim? It has been too long since I have been able to do anything with you, or anyone else in the pack."
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Ahnasha adjusted Rhazii in her arms as she looked down at him. Currently, he was just looking around curiously at the room, and Najirra in particular. "Well, if he starts acting up, I suppose I wouldn't mind. Right now, he just seems happy staring at your fur." She said with a slight smile.
She paused for a moment to take another sip of the tea, which she was really beginning to grow attached to. Internally, she was wondering if Najirra would be willing to teach her how to make it herself, but as that was not very pertinent to the matter at hand, she pushed off the thought for later. For now, he was wanting to know about their past, from before they had even turned. At least it sounded a bit more related to their problem than simple small talk.
"I was born in Leyawiin. As you can probably tell from my speech, I was raised essentially like an Imperial. My father was a Bosmer from Valenwood, but just like my mother, he had adopted the Imperials' ways. My mother taught me about Elsweyr, of course, but Imperial culture is what I know best. They were merchants, and wanted me to be the same. It was a stable life, certainly; I was better off than a lot of other children in the city, but...well I know it sounds petty, but it was boring. I can't think of a time where I actually wanted to be a merchant. Luckily, they let me indulge in my adventurous side. I started hunting, as well as dabbling in the spell tomes that would pass through the shop. Eventually I learned about Hircine, started worshipping him. He...inspired me to hunt bigger, tougher prey. After killing a minotaur in his name, he evidently found me worthy, because he directed me to Meesei. She was the one that gave me the gift of beast blood. I faked my death to cut off ties to my family, and haven't looked back. That was years ago; maybe...six or seven? I wasn't much older then than Sabine is now. But...as for memories, I don't think I really know what you mean. I do think about my family occasionally, but I wouldn't say I'm really bothered by any memories from back then. I mean, I did think about the last time I actually saw them when we passed by Leyawiin on the way to the Imperial City, but I wouldn't say that is unusual. The only memory that has been bothering me is the waking vivisection I lived through." Ahnasha explained.
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At first, Kaleeth was relieved when Janius arrived, as he could presumably say something to the children to keep them from demanding that she transform. That seemed to be what he was doing when he first spoke, but much to her surprise, he actually whispered to her to encourage her to go along with it. Given her fear of transforming, it was not at all confident doing, and it surprised her that he thought she was ready for something like that.
"I, um, oh, are you...are you sure? Transforming makes me...nervous. I mean, I guess I can do it, but-" Kaleeth began, but at least one of the ever-attentive children was listening closely to her slightly-too-loud of a whisper.
"You'll do it? Oh, thank you, thank you! This will be great!" The Bosmer boy shouted, followed by cheering from a few of the others.
"Oh...okay." Kaleeth responded, rather distraught that she had accidentally agreed to this. Regardless, she looked to Janius, as if waiting for him to lead the way to the main chamber.
Meesei let out a sigh, knowing that her attempts at hiding her troubles had been rather futile. She shifted to sit cross-legged, then shook her head lightly. "No, I am not afraid, not truly. Nervous, certainly. All of the responsibilities I have been taking on, all of the duties I have been performing, it is just the start of years of work. Granted, I will not be as busy as I have been for the entire duration, but it is important work. Exceedingly important. The decisions I make, and how I carry them out, will affect the lives of everyone in this clan, and likely every lycan in Tamriel. What we do in this war could save them all, or get nearly every one killed. It is a great burden and...a difficult one to have looming over me. I am sure that Vera and her lieutenants have been feeling it as well, though I have had little rest to calm my nerves."
The simple act of talking about the issue was somewhat cathartic for Meesei. With the clan, and even the rest of her pack to a lesser extent, she needed to maintain an air of strength and certainty. She could not afford to let them begin doubting her, but with Sabine, she did not feel such a strong restriction, likely because of the fact that she had helped Sabine to overcome her own issues in the past. It gave a certain connection between their situations. "Perhaps my excuse had merit? Relaxing does seem like an appealing idea."
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Ahnasha accepted the tea without protest, though she found it somewhat difficult to balance holding Rhazii in one arm, while holding the cup in such a way as not to burn herself. Even if it had contained moon sugar, she would not have complained; it might have provided some relief to the pain she was anticipating. At the very least, she found the tea to be quite good on its own, particularly its sweetness. She sat it down carefully on her left side, keeping the hot liquid far from Rhazii.
Like Fendros, Ahnasha was not sure where Najirra was going with his opening question. Although, she was not nearly as quick to openly question him. Perhaps he intended to build up to the more major issues, or perhaps the magic she could feel permeating the air would give him what he needed merely by being present? In any case, she could play along for now.
"Well, today has been uneventful. I helped with chores this morning, as did most in the clan. Nothing else has happened of interest, apart from Meesei acting strangely at lunch. Lorag things that she is overworking herself, but I think she knows what she is doing. Besides, it isn't as if she can ignore her responsibilities." Ahnasha explained.
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"Oh, I don't think there were a hundred hunters there. It was hard to tell, though; they did fill the hallway." Kaleeth answered. There was one thing about the children she recognized quite easily, which was their fascination with stories, especially unbelievable ones. They liked of heroes and powerful warriors defeating evil. They especially liked the exaggerations, as their conversation showed.
"Anyway, Meesei, um, the Champion, says that I am stronger than any werewolf. Um, in actual strength, that is. Fighting is a lot harder than just being strong. Others are fast, like Ahnasha, or really smart like the Champion." Kaleeth added, though even she did not seem to be able to deflate their enthusiasm.
"Yeah, but you can just cut through everything with your teeth! Can we see? It sounds amazing." The Bosmer boy responded.
The Elven girl also seemed to like the idea and smiled. "Yeah, I want to see a werecrocodile!"
Soon enough, the entire crowd of children were asking her to transform, and while Kaleeth had been flattered by the attention, she was suddenly quite nervous once again. It was true that she had fed recently in a hunt, but she had never transformed just...to transform. She did not know if that was a good idea, but she could not think of what to do without disappointing them.
The simple act of talking about the issue was somewhat cathartic for Meesei. With the clan, and even the rest of her pack to a lesser extent, she needed to maintain an air of strength and certainty. She could not afford to let them begin doubting her, but with Sabine, she did not feel such a strong restriction, likely because of the fact that she had helped Sabine to overcome her own issues in the past. It gave a certain connection between their situations. "Perhaps my excuse had merit? Relaxing does seem like an appealing idea."
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Ahnasha accepted the tea without protest, though she found it somewhat difficult to balance holding Rhazii in one arm, while holding the cup in such a way as not to burn herself. Even if it had contained moon sugar, she would not have complained; it might have provided some relief to the pain she was anticipating. At the very least, she found the tea to be quite good on its own, particularly its sweetness. She sat it down carefully on her left side, keeping the hot liquid far from Rhazii.
Like Fendros, Ahnasha was not sure where Najirra was going with his opening question. Although, she was not nearly as quick to openly question him. Perhaps he intended to build up to the more major issues, or perhaps the magic she could feel permeating the air would give him what he needed merely by being present? In any case, she could play along for now.
"Well, today has been uneventful. I helped with chores this morning, as did most in the clan. Nothing else has happened of interest, apart from Meesei acting strangely at lunch. Lorag things that she is overworking herself, but I think she knows what she is doing. Besides, it isn't as if she can ignore her responsibilities." Ahnasha explained.
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"Oh, I don't think there were a hundred hunters there. It was hard to tell, though; they did fill the hallway." Kaleeth answered. There was one thing about the children she recognized quite easily, which was their fascination with stories, especially unbelievable ones. They liked of heroes and powerful warriors defeating evil. They especially liked the exaggerations, as their conversation showed.
"Anyway, Meesei, um, the Champion, says that I am stronger than any werewolf. Um, in actual strength, that is. Fighting is a lot harder than just being strong. Others are fast, like Ahnasha, or really smart like the Champion." Kaleeth added, though even she did not seem to be able to deflate their enthusiasm.
"Yeah, but you can just cut through everything with your teeth! Can we see? It sounds amazing." The Bosmer boy responded.
The Elven girl also seemed to like the idea and smiled. "Yeah, I want to see a werecrocodile!"
Soon enough, the entire crowd of children were asking her to transform, and while Kaleeth had been flattered by the attention, she was suddenly quite nervous once again. It was true that she had fed recently in a hunt, but she had never transformed just...to transform. She did not know if that was a good idea, but she could not think of what to do without disappointing them.
I also just realized that it tells me the time where each of my contacts live, which is helpful. Though, I know for a fact that at least one of them must have set their location wrong.
Also, happy birthday (provided skype is not lying to me).
Meesei was quite honestly surprised when she heard Sabine's voice, as she had not heard her approach. Normally, she was much more attentive. She straightened herself out quickly and tried to regain her composure, but it was not as if Sabine had not already seen her. The look of calm on her face was betrayed by the worry in her eyes, but she tried to regain some semblance of strength.
"What, no, I am not hiding. I am simply...resting. The past few days or...weeks really, have been rather exhausting for me, as I am sure you understand. I do not have anything else to do for the moment, so I am just taking the time to rest and relax." Meesei explained, though it would not be difficult to see past her excuses. Fatigue would not explain the vulnerable position she was in, nor the fact that she had hardly eaten at lunch.
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Ahnasha was not sure how to feel when the Khajiit, Vharei, told herself and Fendros that Najirra was ready. On the one hand, they had been waiting for quite a while for him to call on them, and had been looking forward to it. He was one of their best chances of actually overcoming the scars that had torn so deeply into their minds. But, on the other hand, it meant they were likely going to have to face those scars directly, which would be far from pleasant. She could not imagine how Najirra could help them without bringing up once again the pain they experienced. Nevertheless, this had to be done, so she picked up Rhazii and stood up, nodding to Vharei and Fendros. "Of course." She commented.
Though she tried to stay calm as they were led to Najirra's room, it was obvious in her expression that she had some measure of nervousness. Fendros, given how much time he had spent with her, could likely even recognize her more subtle Khajiit expressions. Once outside the room, she turned and looked to him, letting out a deep breath. "Well...after you."
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Although she was not the last to finish eating, Kaleeth did not leave the dining hall immediately. While Janius stepped away for a moment to dispose of the bones from their lunch, she walked around the dining hall, simply observing the others clan members present. Much to her surprise, however, she was not left alone as usual. Five children, all Human or Elven, approached her. None of them looked like they were any older than twelve years of age, and while some appeared somewhat nervous, one of them in particular, a Bosmer boy, seemed oddly excited.
"You're, um, Kaal-eeeth, the werecrocodile, right?" The boy asked enthusiastically.
Kaleeth was not accustomed to strangers approaching and speaking to her, at least not since she left Black Marsh, so she was taken off-guard. She wasn't certain if it was appropriate to talk to them, or if she had done something wrong, so she was naturally nervous. "Oh, well, yes, I am. Why are you-" She began, but she was quickly cut off by the boy.
"You are? I heard my uncle talking about you. He said you were as big as a daedra and could knock down a whole army of people with just one punch!" The boy shouted.
"Oh, well I don't think-" Kaleeth said, but was once again cut off.
"No he didn't, Endir." Another, slightly older Bosmer girl said. "He said she was as big as a dae-droth and could punch through, um, well not an army."
While she had been nervous at first, Kaleeth was actually starting to feel flattered that others were talking about her, seemingly favorably. They made her sound strong, and powerful, and these children seemed excited to meet her. "Well...I can't punch through an army, but I am really strong, and really big as a werecrocodile. I don't know what a daedroth is, but I am bigger than a werewolf. I remember during the fight, I bit down on one of the hunters' shields and snapped it right in half." She explained as she slowly became more calm. Talking to a group of children like this reminded her, just slightly, of being back in her village. Likely, Janius would return shortly, though she was not paying attention to anything but her captive audience.
"What, no, I am not hiding. I am simply...resting. The past few days or...weeks really, have been rather exhausting for me, as I am sure you understand. I do not have anything else to do for the moment, so I am just taking the time to rest and relax." Meesei explained, though it would not be difficult to see past her excuses. Fatigue would not explain the vulnerable position she was in, nor the fact that she had hardly eaten at lunch.
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Ahnasha was not sure how to feel when the Khajiit, Vharei, told herself and Fendros that Najirra was ready. On the one hand, they had been waiting for quite a while for him to call on them, and had been looking forward to it. He was one of their best chances of actually overcoming the scars that had torn so deeply into their minds. But, on the other hand, it meant they were likely going to have to face those scars directly, which would be far from pleasant. She could not imagine how Najirra could help them without bringing up once again the pain they experienced. Nevertheless, this had to be done, so she picked up Rhazii and stood up, nodding to Vharei and Fendros. "Of course." She commented.
Though she tried to stay calm as they were led to Najirra's room, it was obvious in her expression that she had some measure of nervousness. Fendros, given how much time he had spent with her, could likely even recognize her more subtle Khajiit expressions. Once outside the room, she turned and looked to him, letting out a deep breath. "Well...after you."
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Although she was not the last to finish eating, Kaleeth did not leave the dining hall immediately. While Janius stepped away for a moment to dispose of the bones from their lunch, she walked around the dining hall, simply observing the others clan members present. Much to her surprise, however, she was not left alone as usual. Five children, all Human or Elven, approached her. None of them looked like they were any older than twelve years of age, and while some appeared somewhat nervous, one of them in particular, a Bosmer boy, seemed oddly excited.
"You're, um, Kaal-eeeth, the werecrocodile, right?" The boy asked enthusiastically.
Kaleeth was not accustomed to strangers approaching and speaking to her, at least not since she left Black Marsh, so she was taken off-guard. She wasn't certain if it was appropriate to talk to them, or if she had done something wrong, so she was naturally nervous. "Oh, well, yes, I am. Why are you-" She began, but she was quickly cut off by the boy.
"You are? I heard my uncle talking about you. He said you were as big as a daedra and could knock down a whole army of people with just one punch!" The boy shouted.
"Oh, well I don't think-" Kaleeth said, but was once again cut off.
"No he didn't, Endir." Another, slightly older Bosmer girl said. "He said she was as big as a dae-droth and could punch through, um, well not an army."
While she had been nervous at first, Kaleeth was actually starting to feel flattered that others were talking about her, seemingly favorably. They made her sound strong, and powerful, and these children seemed excited to meet her. "Well...I can't punch through an army, but I am really strong, and really big as a werecrocodile. I don't know what a daedroth is, but I am bigger than a werewolf. I remember during the fight, I bit down on one of the hunters' shields and snapped it right in half." She explained as she slowly became more calm. Talking to a group of children like this reminded her, just slightly, of being back in her village. Likely, Janius would return shortly, though she was not paying attention to anything but her captive audience.
I have an idea of what to do. I will start writing now.
Yeah, I certainly know the feeling. I can take on new characters as we meet them, unless you have a reason to have them. You can have Sabine follow Meesei if you like. There's a side to her which hasn't been seen before as well, though I promise, not everything will be quite so dire and serious. I have an idea for something with Kaleeth, though that does leave the others. Perhaps we should have Ahnasha and Fendros finally be able to meet with Najirra?
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