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Do you think I should go ahead and do that?
Yeah, I probably should get us to our destination soon enough.
Ahnasha nodded. "Yeah, I doubt the Star is anything more than a dream. Only one person in Tamriel can have it at a time, and there are a lot of enchanters out there. Most people will never even see a Daedric artifact, and our pack already has one in our possession. I doubt we'll be so lucky as to get another. I'll just have to make due with the normal soul gems, like everyone else."

Ahnasha's attention was grabbed by the noise off to their right. Rhazii ran by with Newt not that far behind, leaving Ahnasha with a small grin on her face. She saw them playing like this all the time, but it was still amusing to watch, especially when she did not expect it. Janius was not that far behind, which was fortunate, else Ahnasha might have become cross with him. Naturally, he was curious about their conversation with Irenya, so Ahnasha answered, despite wanting to be rid of that topic forever.

"Well, none of us ended up scratched, stabbed, incinerated, or crushed by a frost atronach, if that says anything. It could have gone better, definitely, but I doubt she's going to bother us as much anymore. I still don't know if she's going to do anything about how she acts towards Meesei, but I guess only time will tell. Meesei might be diplomatic about it, but I personally won't stand for her, or anyone else, disrespecting the Champion." Ahnasha explained.
Ahnasha grinned and let out a huff as she lightly hit Fendros' shoulder. "Well I don't have to keep the things with me. I just need practice in making thralls to better understand the underlying principles. I made plenty of them back with the clan, usually out of animal carcasses. I just, uh, made sure the clan didn't see them. I killed them all before we left, don't worry. I also figured out that I could soul trap them again and reuse the soul once I wanted to move on to a different thrall, so for that kind of practice, I didn't need all that many souls. I just needed a good supply of soul gems. I...know there is going to be a time where I'll need more, stronger souls, but you know me. I'm not going to become some power-crazed necromancer. I'll be a...perfectly reasonable and well-adjusted necromancer."

Ahnasha was trying to remain lighthearted, despite the serious subject matter. The perception of necromancy across most of Tamriel was overwhelmingly negative, and in many cases, that perception was well-earned. She did not want power at any cost, however, she just wanted life. Nevertheless, she still wanted to edge the conversation away from that topic. "Ah, what I wouldn't give to have Azura's Star. I can see why enchanters and necromancers are always so obsessed over that artifact. A soul gem that could survive multiple uses would be beyond useful for my experiments. I would still need some soul gems, for those experiments that require multiple souls at once, but still, it would help immensely. Unique Daedric artifacts are not easy to find though, unfortunately."
Ahnasha shrugged her shoulders. "Eh, I've mostly gotten used to the smell by now. I honestly prefer working with skeletons, but I need to work on something with flesh to really get in the practice I need." She explained. At first, she had even found her own work to be very distasteful, but her desire to extend her own life had forced her to press on until she could come to terms with its grisly nature.

"From what I have learned so far, the key seems to be in understanding how one's life force manipulates the body itself. Basically, how the soul is bound to the body. With a strong enough soul gem and some time, I can make a reasonably strong permanent thrall, rather than the ones that disintegrate after a relatively short time. But, there is a pretty huge difference between how the souls in those thralls interact with the body I give them, and how my own soul is bound to my own body. It's like the different between a person using their own body, versus a person using strings to manipulate a puppet. I still have a long way to go before I can really understand the intricacies of black souls. I just know that I'm going to need souls, and a lot of them, for my experiments. We kill things all the time, the hardest part is probably going to be getting the soul gems themselves." Ahnasha reasoned.
Ahnasha shook her head. "No, no. The only person who has offered me eternal life was the Argonian who gave me the tome. Oh, and a traveling merchant trying to sell me some elixir back in Bruma, but he was a Bosmer." She chuckled.

Ahnasha shifted uncomfortably and gave a sigh, her attitude becoming more serious. "It's just...I think I've reached the end of what that tome can teach me. There might be one or two tidbits left, but...it wasn't enough to get me to my goal by itself. I mean, I learned a lot from it, and it helped me understand what it is I still need to learn, but I'm essentially done with it. All I can do now is try to experiment on my own, unless I can find some other source of information. I know there are different magical organizations that hold that knowledge, at least the ones that don't have a problem with necromancy usually do, but that's not the kind of knowledge they teach to outsiders. I'd probably have to study with them for decades to get what I need from them. Back with the clan, I had the time to do my own experiments, but traveling around like this I don't get a chance for it. If I want to learn what I need in any reasonable time, I'll need something or someone else to teach me. Mephala might have just been causing trouble, but...her warning might not have been meant for that time. Provided her warning was truthful. She could be trying to turn me away from something I need."
Goodnight
Ahnasha returned Fendros' smile. "At least there's that." Just as he was about to pull away from her, she put her hands on the sides of his head and gave him another, proper kiss. "Although, now it's going to be up to you to make sure I don't end up clawing her eyes out or something. I hope you're up to the task." She laughed.

Putting her arm around Fendros, Ahnasha leaned back and laid down in the hammock next to him, stretching out her muscles. In trying to get her mind off of Irenya, another thought came to her, related again to their time in Vos. "You know, all these matters of faith reminded me of something. Do you remember back in Vos when we went to the temple? When we may or may not have been spoken to by...who was it? Boethia or Mephala? They're both deceivers. Anyway, I remember her saying that a Breton would be causing us problems relating to my...studies. When we met Ariel I thought she meant her, but obviously nothing ever happened with her. I wonder if we're ever going to encounter this mysterious Breton, or if she was just lying to stir up trouble?"
Ahnasha scratched her head in thought. "I don't know if it's a good idea, really. I mean, I don't really know how it all works, but if your family has been praying to them, then they probably already know you're gone. If you don't want to tell most of your living family what happened to you, then I don't see how speaking to the dead ones would be any different. Although..."

A thought popped into Ahnasha's mind which caused her to pause and think. This was all unfamiliar to her, but she did have an idea of something to suggest. "I, um, don't really know how all of this works or anything. If you can choose who to connect to, or if you actually 'talk' to them at all, but...I can think of one specific ancestor you might want to contact. I think you know the one; you alluded to what might have happened to her not too long after we met. She seems like someone you might want to make a connection with, even after all that has happened. Well, I don't know what she would think of...what we are, but she at least wouldn't have a problem with me."
"Yeah...it does." Ahnasha answered. Again, she felt confused, but for a different reason. She was not quite sure how to go about talking to him about his former faith. It was not something that Fendros talked about, nor something that she had ever really had reason to ask about. The closest they had ever came to that was when they went to the temple at Vos, in Vvardenfell. Even then, they did not have a detailed discussion about his beliefs before being turned.

"Fendros...I, don't know what to say, honestly. I don't really know a lot about the Dunmer and their ancestors. I did go through a change of faith at one point in my life, though. You met my parents, so you can guess how they raised me. Very devout followers of the Eight. I was in the temple every Sundas, just like they wanted me. I left that behind when I learned of Hircine, though. I prefer gods who actually show some measure of interest in those who worship them. I know the Dunmer revere their ancestors and, what are they called? The Reclamations. I've never had any spiritual connection with my ancestors before, but...if you have, then do you believe it is worth all that Irenya says?" She asked.
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