EliteCommander

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha seemed to be more confused than anything. Out of everything he could have said, homesick was something she certainly did not expect. After glancing back up the stairs for a few seconds, she walked with him to her bedroll, which was more out of the way. She was worried for a few reasons, especially at the concept that he might have actually listened to Irenya on something. She sat down beside him and placed her hand on his back. She tried to appear sympathetic, though her confusion was still obvious.

"Don't tell me that it's nothing. I know that's not true. What do you mean by homesick? Don't tell me that something she said actually got to you? No matter how she tries to explain it away, that woman is a bigot. Don't let her change your mind on who you are or aren't supposed to be." Ahnasha said.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Ahnasha said nothing as she left the table with Fendros. It was a relief that the whole ordeal finally seemed to be over, but she was not in a mood to stay around Irenya at that moment. She would be able to talk to Irenya later, when appropriate, but at the moment she was only a few wrong words away from lashing out at her. Once they got out of sight, Ahnasha felt like venting her anger. She was about to go on a tirade to Fendros about her distaste for Irenya when he suddenly hugged her. At first, she was not sure what to make of it, but after a moment, she returned the hug as well. Her frustrations seemed to melt away in his arms, along with the stress they brought.

"Is...something wrong?" Ahnasha asked. Considering that she gave almost no stock to anything Irenya said, she did not understand what would cause Fendros to suddenly break down like this.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Irenya looked between Fendros and Gallus, and seemed to be overall uncomfortable. She did not especially like this situation, and felt it disappointing the way Fendros was going to live. However, after having talked through it with him, she now realized the futility of trying to change it. She just had to find a way to stop viewing him as Dunmer, because in her mind, he was not going to be living up to his cultural responsibilities.

"I can...accept that there is nothing I can do. Nothing that can be done, really. There is no point in hostility if it cannot produce change. The only thing I can do is to hope you can find forgiveness with your ancestors." Irenya answered.

Ahnasha was still angry, but at the very least, silently angry. Obviously, she did not like Irenya, and likely never would. But, she was just tired of this whole situation and honestly just wanted it to go away. It was stressful to deal with it, so when a question was asked of her, she answered quickly and simply. "I have nothing to say."

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Irenya shook her head and sighed. "I suppose you don't."

There was silence for a few moments as Irenya allowed her head to rest on her hand. Her thoughts were conflicted, and overall uneasy. She felt great disappointment in Fendros, but could not resolve in her mind what he should actually do about it. Even in the unlikely situation that he agreed to follow her guidance, she was afraid that she had none to give.

"I...do not know what to say to you. If you want my honesty, I think it is a great shame what has happened to you. I think you have lost your identity as a Dunmer before you could grow to appreciate its meaning. You became one of us far too young; you should have remained with your family for so much longer. Now, it is impossible to go back. Things have happened in your life which you cannot turn away from. You are missing part of who you are, but...I will just have to accept that I can do nothing to change it. As unfortunate as it is, this is the life you have." Irenya said, giving another sigh in resignation. "Just...pray to those ancestors you spoke of. See if there are any among them who will accept you."

Ahnasha was no less angry than she was before. Irenya's words were still incredibly judgmental, and overall infuriating. She did not want to accept it. She wanted to give Irenya a few good bruises on her condescending face. However, if she could hold her tongue, Irenya might just give up entirely.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

I'm a bit distracted at the moment. Some responses may be delayed.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Irenya shook her head. "I don't know if that is possible. Not because of anything I say or think, but because it would have to satisfy your answers. I simply do not believe they would accept it." Despite her answer, Irenya's tone was notably less hostile. The fact that he was acknowledging his culture seemed to resonate well with her. Although, it would be impossible for Fendros to embrace the Dunmer's ways in the ways Irenya would want.

"I...suppose I can admit that, whether or not it was a mistake to begin with, your son is here now. There is no changing that. Despite what you may think of me, I am not so callous as to suggest that you abandon your son. Still, do you really know what it means to be Dunmer? Do you honestly believe that your ancestors would accept your wife and child?" Irenya asked.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Irenya sighed, running her hand down her face. "It's not...literally about blood. It's...spiritual; about our souls, and those of our ancestors." By her expression, Irenya seemed cross with Fendros, though it wasn't because of what he was saying. Mostly, it was because of the lack of understanding that she perceived he had. It was clear that she saw him as a child making decisions he did not understand. To Ahnasha, it was enraging, but she was still able to stay quiet and allow Fendros to handle it.

"No, there is no great secret, other than the revelations you may gain in the reverence of your ancestors. I would think it would be obvious why you should not have a child with a Khajiit. You have no one you can pass our traditions onto. Your son will not be able to form a connection with his ancestors; he isn't even Dunmer. Unless you intend to have another child after they grow old and die, you will not be living up to your responsibilities to your people." Irenya explained.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Irenya's eyes widened with genuine surprise, not at Ahnasha, but at Fendros. It was as if she did not believe what he was saying, or could not understand it. "What? How can you not keep sacred your own traditions? To give up on your people, on your cultural heritage; I do not care what conditions you have, that is simply madness. You are young, Fendros, barely more than a child among our people. Actually, I suppose I should not be angry with you. I am guessing you were turned before you could learn to appreciate our people. It is the only reason I can imagine why you would be so willing to forsake the Dunmer. I want to help you, Fendros. I want to help you rediscover who you are."

Ahnasha was having a difficult time restraining herself from lashing out verbally, and perhaps physically, at Irenya. She was being so close-minded and condescending in her opinions. Now, she was trying to say that Fendros was somehow lesser for not living like other Dunmer. Although her words were not directed at Ahnasha herself this time, insults towards her family were just as bad in her mind.

Call of the Hunt [EliteCommander and Muttonhawk]

Irenya glanced over to Gallus with a slight grimace. "Must I really spell it out, Gallus?" She asked, though she did not wait for a response before letting out a sigh and looked specifically to Fendros.

"As I said, it's a matter of tradition. Of Dunmer customs that you are not...respecting. Our families are among the most important part of our culture. Our ancestors define us far more than whatever gods the temple decided they are worshiping that day. Surely you can see where I am going with this? Your ancestors should receive your reverence, and they will provide for you. Your bloodline is not only your physical, but your cultural inheritance. Your Dunmer bloodline is not something you can afford to corrupt." Irenya explained, but she could go no further before Ahnasha's anger reached its breaking point.

"I am NOT a corruption!" Ahnasha shouted as she slammed her hand down on the table.

Coruscant Sacked: Aftermath

I don't know anything about the specifics of this escape attempt. Is it happening at a time when the rescuers would not be able to be a part of it?