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Colors pulled back his hand, away from Sabine. "No, really, it's fine. I don't want to trouble you."
Just ahead of them, a Khajiit woman from Ra'maranja's group turned her head back towards them. "Don't worry, this one took care of that lout's little cut. And he was such a cub about it, too." She snickered, raising up her hand and charging a small amount of restoration magic through it for a moment.
Colors rubbed the back of his neck and gave a somewhat forced laugh. "Ah, but can you truly blame me, my lady? I do not care that I am both lycan and Argonian, the streets of Senchal are positively foul with waste. With how my luck has been going the past few months, a toxin only deadly to my kind would find its way into my wound. Of course, I am most grateful for your assistance." He said to the Khajiit before looking to Sabine and giving a bow. "And for the offer of assistance from such a kind and beautiful mage."
Just ahead of them, a Khajiit woman from Ra'maranja's group turned her head back towards them. "Don't worry, this one took care of that lout's little cut. And he was such a cub about it, too." She snickered, raising up her hand and charging a small amount of restoration magic through it for a moment.
Colors rubbed the back of his neck and gave a somewhat forced laugh. "Ah, but can you truly blame me, my lady? I do not care that I am both lycan and Argonian, the streets of Senchal are positively foul with waste. With how my luck has been going the past few months, a toxin only deadly to my kind would find its way into my wound. Of course, I am most grateful for your assistance." He said to the Khajiit before looking to Sabine and giving a bow. "And for the offer of assistance from such a kind and beautiful mage."
I'm just waiting for some posts from the others. At our next destination, it will be easy to pick you up.
"Oh, it is...nice. Quite nice. They are the family I never had. It has wealth, power, agreeable friends, and beautiful, um, 'companions.' I would do anything to protect them. It is the best clan in Tamriel, if I do say so myself. Our leader has kept us strong for decades." Colors explained. Meesei gave him a curious look upon his last statement, though did not say anything aloud for the moment.
Shortly afterwards, the group reached the point where they had to branch off of the road and straight into the forest itself. Ra'maranja led the way, using his shortblade to hack through thicker areas of brush. He quickly outpaced Meesei's packs at first, but he slowed down once he realized that he was leading a group which was not as experienced in navigating the jungle.
Peiter looked to be absolutely miserable in the heat, and having go through all of the effort to trudge their way through the brush was certainly not helping. Chorrol, where he was born, was temperate at best, and Bruma, even in the summer months, was almost always cold. As such, he was among the least prepared in the group for the heat. Nevertheless, he tried to distract himself by joining in on the conversation. "You said you went to the market? Me and a few of the others did as well. We didn't see you, or we would have helped. Sabine has been learning restoration, do you think you would want to look at him?" He asked, turning his head to Sabine for confirmation.
Colors shook his head. "Oh, no, that won't be necessary. The cut wasn't that bad, and it would just slow us down."
Shortly afterwards, the group reached the point where they had to branch off of the road and straight into the forest itself. Ra'maranja led the way, using his shortblade to hack through thicker areas of brush. He quickly outpaced Meesei's packs at first, but he slowed down once he realized that he was leading a group which was not as experienced in navigating the jungle.
Peiter looked to be absolutely miserable in the heat, and having go through all of the effort to trudge their way through the brush was certainly not helping. Chorrol, where he was born, was temperate at best, and Bruma, even in the summer months, was almost always cold. As such, he was among the least prepared in the group for the heat. Nevertheless, he tried to distract himself by joining in on the conversation. "You said you went to the market? Me and a few of the others did as well. We didn't see you, or we would have helped. Sabine has been learning restoration, do you think you would want to look at him?" He asked, turning his head to Sabine for confirmation.
Colors shook his head. "Oh, no, that won't be necessary. The cut wasn't that bad, and it would just slow us down."
Once the group had exited the gates of Senchal, the transition from the sprawling city to the wilds was quick, and rather abrupt. The road cut through the middle of the forest, though it was only of the absolute minimum width to be a serviceable pathway for carriages, as the forest seemed like it would constantly be growing to overtake it. Frequent maintenance was likely required for the road to be usable. Even with the trees that had been felled to make the path, the tall trees of the Tenmar forest still formed a canopy far above them. Honestly, it was more accurate to call it a jungle than a forest. The songs of the birds, insects, frogs, and other creatures around them were constant, and notably loud.
Although the forest was an impressive sight to behold, the climate was less than pleasant for most of them. The cool ocean breeze had kept the packs comfortable in the city, but the farther they drew from the coast, the more abundantly clear it became that they were, indeed, in a tropical region. While the trees did provide shade from the sun, it was hardly of any help in the tropical jungle. Black Marsh had been hotter and more humid, but not by all that large of a margin. Most of the pack started sweating enough that their city clothes were certainly going to need a wash. A Khajiit's fur was designed to keep heat out in the desert, but the humidity alone was certainly enough to get to Ahnasha. Meesei, Kaleeth, and Newt, however, all felt perfectly comfortable.
Colors was briefly surprised when Janius approached him. Looking down, he lightly rubbed the cloth bandage. "Oh, that. We...were in the market, and I accidentally slipped on a puddle of what I hope was water. Don't know what I actually cut my hand on. I...can be clumsy at times."
Although the forest was an impressive sight to behold, the climate was less than pleasant for most of them. The cool ocean breeze had kept the packs comfortable in the city, but the farther they drew from the coast, the more abundantly clear it became that they were, indeed, in a tropical region. While the trees did provide shade from the sun, it was hardly of any help in the tropical jungle. Black Marsh had been hotter and more humid, but not by all that large of a margin. Most of the pack started sweating enough that their city clothes were certainly going to need a wash. A Khajiit's fur was designed to keep heat out in the desert, but the humidity alone was certainly enough to get to Ahnasha. Meesei, Kaleeth, and Newt, however, all felt perfectly comfortable.
Colors was briefly surprised when Janius approached him. Looking down, he lightly rubbed the cloth bandage. "Oh, that. We...were in the market, and I accidentally slipped on a puddle of what I hope was water. Don't know what I actually cut my hand on. I...can be clumsy at times."
Peiter, Tzirret, and Sabine wandered the market for a while longer. Peiter decided to go ahead and purchase wooden practice swords from himself and Sabine to use later. He would have preferred to buy metal swords so they would have the right weight, but even the cheapest he could find were considerably more expensive than those made of wood. They were also able to watch other performances, but with the time restrictions they were under, they were only able to watch two more before heading back to the tavern.
Inside the tavern, the argument had ended, but only because Irenya refused to talk about it any longer. Ahnasha ended up ordering a moon-sugar filled drink to go along with her food in order to help calm down, but there was little chance that she was going to just drop this topic forever. Later, when they were outside the walls of the city, it would take even more effort to prevent her from turning to violence as a way to vent her frustrations.
Ra'maranja and the others returned to the tavern almost exactly on time. He had not explained what they needed to do in the city, though a few of them were carrying some extra bags. Colors had somethings of a stressed expression, and he now had a bandage tied across the palm of his right hand. Although, he said nothing about it when they met up with Meesei's packs once more.
"Greetings. Ra'maranja is glad to see you all again. Come, if we leave now, we should be able to reach the supply outpost well-before nightfall. From there, this one will send one of his own to inform our leader." He explained before prompting everyone to follow him out of the tavern. They headed through the gate into the city itself so they could cut through to the city's northwestern exit. From there, they would head down the road until they were out of sight, then straight into the Tenmar forest.
Inside the tavern, the argument had ended, but only because Irenya refused to talk about it any longer. Ahnasha ended up ordering a moon-sugar filled drink to go along with her food in order to help calm down, but there was little chance that she was going to just drop this topic forever. Later, when they were outside the walls of the city, it would take even more effort to prevent her from turning to violence as a way to vent her frustrations.
Ra'maranja and the others returned to the tavern almost exactly on time. He had not explained what they needed to do in the city, though a few of them were carrying some extra bags. Colors had somethings of a stressed expression, and he now had a bandage tied across the palm of his right hand. Although, he said nothing about it when they met up with Meesei's packs once more.
"Greetings. Ra'maranja is glad to see you all again. Come, if we leave now, we should be able to reach the supply outpost well-before nightfall. From there, this one will send one of his own to inform our leader." He explained before prompting everyone to follow him out of the tavern. They headed through the gate into the city itself so they could cut through to the city's northwestern exit. From there, they would head down the road until they were out of sight, then straight into the Tenmar forest.
No, nothing in particular. I can have the hour pass.
Irenya was not keen on giving Fendros, or anybody else, any sort of detailed answer at the moment. "I said, I am done talking about this." She repeated. Evidently, she had said something she had not intended to say, and she was just trying to get away from the conversation right now. Even so, she could not stop herself from allowing her eyes to hover on a nervous-looking Rhazii for a noticeable amount of time.
Ahnasha was still seething, and Irenya's refusal to speak was not helping. She saw the Dunmer woman looking at her son, which further fueled her anger. If Irenya gave any direct insult to Rhazii, it was quite possible that Ahnasha could become violent.
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Peiter gave an uncertain look to the sun above them. "Well...we don't have all that much time right now, honestly. I doubt we could have much of a training session right now. Next time we get a chance, though, we should definitely do it. I'll have to make sure to get my hands on some training swords at some point. Maybe we can look for those acrobats, or just browse through the market? We could probably find some training swords there, now that I think about it." He suggested.
Tzirret had quite obviously been pleased with the performance, so when he returned to them, Peiter put his arm around his shoulders and gave a supportive smile. "See, aren't you glad you came? And you didn't even need us standing right beside you."
Ahnasha was still seething, and Irenya's refusal to speak was not helping. She saw the Dunmer woman looking at her son, which further fueled her anger. If Irenya gave any direct insult to Rhazii, it was quite possible that Ahnasha could become violent.
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Peiter gave an uncertain look to the sun above them. "Well...we don't have all that much time right now, honestly. I doubt we could have much of a training session right now. Next time we get a chance, though, we should definitely do it. I'll have to make sure to get my hands on some training swords at some point. Maybe we can look for those acrobats, or just browse through the market? We could probably find some training swords there, now that I think about it." He suggested.
Tzirret had quite obviously been pleased with the performance, so when he returned to them, Peiter put his arm around his shoulders and gave a supportive smile. "See, aren't you glad you came? And you didn't even need us standing right beside you."
Meesei too was silent. She remained seated, but carefully observed each member of this argument. It was never ideal to have any sort of fighting between members of the pack, but she knew it would be even more unhealthy to prevent them from addressing this matter entirely. Meesei could not allow herself to become involved on either side, not yet, but like Gallus, she was ready to prevent any physical fighting. Although, while Gallus seemed to have his eyes on Irenya, Meesei was more concerned with Ahnasha. She was a proud individual, and Meesei knew she was not above starting an actual fight over this.
Ahnasha glared briefly at Fendros, her annoyance now extending to him at least partially. "Really, we don't? We don't know what could possibly be the problem with a Dunmer who hates a Khajiit. We just have no idea what could cause a Dunmer to refuse to give an Argonian the time of day. We are just clueless on what your problem could possibly be, Irenya." The sarcasm was practically dripping off of her words as she clenched her hands into fists. "So what is it, Irenya? Is it because I'm Khajiit? Is it because I'm not a child you can order around? Is it because of my mate?"
Irenya was seething through Ahnasha's response until she finally hit the breaking point. "Insolent cat! I don't care about you, or your tainted bloodline!" She shouted in anger, though her widening eyes showed that she immediately regretted the words. Breathing heavily, she looked nervously around at the others, then sat back in her chair. "I'm done talking about this."
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"Oh, it certainly is." Peiter said with an almost excited smile. "Some people take it up as a hobby, never intending to actually fight anyone. There is just something, I don't know, satisfying about it. If you look at bouts between experts, it's like art turned to movement. There is so much strategy and finesse that they can perform with hardly a thought. Even if you don't want to fight with a sword, I think it can be fun to learn. I mean, just look at me. I love swordfighting, but when it comes to an actual fight, with actual risk, I'd much rather keep as far as possible from the sharp bits of my opponent's weapon. Hence my polearm. My blade is a backup weapon only."
Peiter looked again at the firebreather, who appeared to be near the end of his act. Honestly, he had been too focused on their conversation to actually pay attention to the performance. "So, I guess we can take some time to teach each other something."
Ahnasha glared briefly at Fendros, her annoyance now extending to him at least partially. "Really, we don't? We don't know what could possibly be the problem with a Dunmer who hates a Khajiit. We just have no idea what could cause a Dunmer to refuse to give an Argonian the time of day. We are just clueless on what your problem could possibly be, Irenya." The sarcasm was practically dripping off of her words as she clenched her hands into fists. "So what is it, Irenya? Is it because I'm Khajiit? Is it because I'm not a child you can order around? Is it because of my mate?"
Irenya was seething through Ahnasha's response until she finally hit the breaking point. "Insolent cat! I don't care about you, or your tainted bloodline!" She shouted in anger, though her widening eyes showed that she immediately regretted the words. Breathing heavily, she looked nervously around at the others, then sat back in her chair. "I'm done talking about this."
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"Oh, it certainly is." Peiter said with an almost excited smile. "Some people take it up as a hobby, never intending to actually fight anyone. There is just something, I don't know, satisfying about it. If you look at bouts between experts, it's like art turned to movement. There is so much strategy and finesse that they can perform with hardly a thought. Even if you don't want to fight with a sword, I think it can be fun to learn. I mean, just look at me. I love swordfighting, but when it comes to an actual fight, with actual risk, I'd much rather keep as far as possible from the sharp bits of my opponent's weapon. Hence my polearm. My blade is a backup weapon only."
Peiter looked again at the firebreather, who appeared to be near the end of his act. Honestly, he had been too focused on their conversation to actually pay attention to the performance. "So, I guess we can take some time to teach each other something."
Irenya seemed surprised to suddenly have this kind of attention on her, especially from her own pack. For a moment, she gave a brief, perhaps unintentionally nervous look to the others before her disposition shifted entirely. She seemed angered, with considerably more resolve than her initial reaction suggested. “I…resent these accusations. I have been nothing but professional.”
Ahnasha was still far from backing down. It was true that Irenya had done nothing overtly hateful, and her actions were not entirely consistent. She seemed to have some problem with Ahnasha and Fendros, but treated Tzirret just the same as the others. She was distant from Meesei, but seemed to have no issue with Kaleeth. Regardless, Ahnasha was convinced that she had some kind of hatred for her. “Yeah, professional. You’ve been avoiding us instead of insulting us, is that it? How much you restrain yourself doesn’t change the fact that you hate us for no good reason. I’m not going to sit here and accept bigotry just because you are able to act civilized.”
Irenya leaned forward onto the table, glaring at both Ahnasha and Fendros with a furrowed brow. “Now listen here, cat, you know nothing about me! I am not going to sit here and have my integrity questioned by you…of all people.” She retorted in anger. The tension in the argument had certainly escalated, though admittedly, it was Ahnasha doing most of the escalating.
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Peiter seemed uncertain as he answered, with his gaze shifting briefly to the fire breather while he thought. “I’m still not sure I would be any good at it. I’ve never even attempted it before, but…I can try. You do have a really great teacher, so I’m sure you know what you’re doing. It would be…amazing to be able to use that kind of power. Yes, as long as I don’t accidentally burn down a forest or something, I think it sounds fun.”
There were a few seconds that passed while another thought came to Peiter’s mind. “Say, have you ever been interested in learning a bit of swordsmanship?”
Ahnasha was still far from backing down. It was true that Irenya had done nothing overtly hateful, and her actions were not entirely consistent. She seemed to have some problem with Ahnasha and Fendros, but treated Tzirret just the same as the others. She was distant from Meesei, but seemed to have no issue with Kaleeth. Regardless, Ahnasha was convinced that she had some kind of hatred for her. “Yeah, professional. You’ve been avoiding us instead of insulting us, is that it? How much you restrain yourself doesn’t change the fact that you hate us for no good reason. I’m not going to sit here and accept bigotry just because you are able to act civilized.”
Irenya leaned forward onto the table, glaring at both Ahnasha and Fendros with a furrowed brow. “Now listen here, cat, you know nothing about me! I am not going to sit here and have my integrity questioned by you…of all people.” She retorted in anger. The tension in the argument had certainly escalated, though admittedly, it was Ahnasha doing most of the escalating.
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Peiter seemed uncertain as he answered, with his gaze shifting briefly to the fire breather while he thought. “I’m still not sure I would be any good at it. I’ve never even attempted it before, but…I can try. You do have a really great teacher, so I’m sure you know what you’re doing. It would be…amazing to be able to use that kind of power. Yes, as long as I don’t accidentally burn down a forest or something, I think it sounds fun.”
There were a few seconds that passed while another thought came to Peiter’s mind. “Say, have you ever been interested in learning a bit of swordsmanship?”
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