Writings on a Leaf

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Krimie lies on her belly, knees bent, legs in the air. She writes extremely slow on a large leaf from the forests of Valenwood. Her hand writing looks like illegible chicken scratches

me no writ good but em give temp. me pa sa et ey shud writ a jernel of da tings dat appen he saz et wil elp da confuzin maz of thots en me hed...................Iem not us ta siten on plac et on tym.

I don't write well but I'm going to give this an attempt. My father said It will help with the confusing maze of thoughts in my head. I have been spending more time in Vulkwasten recently and I think I found a permanent home there. I was never fond of Rawl'kha. Too much sun, too much heat, too many daedra and too many Khajiit. Not that I don't love the Khajiit, but one can only take a certain amount of "this one and that one" before this ones head implodes. Honestly though, the fact that their homes were made of dead trees is what truly set me off. If felt like a mortuary and I was never comfortable there.

On the other hand, here, in Vulkwasten I can be myself. Well, to a certain limit, I suppose. Aye, there are still a few non-sap-folk that are occasionally irked by my behavior, but I don't blame them. Most of the Bosmer don't understand me either. And I think I'll keep it that way.

Elsy understands me though...and perhaps Elros. They are the only ones that know the "full" truth about me. Elsy loves me as a sister, I know this. Elros on the other hand, would rather feed me to the trolls on account of what I did to him. Was a ghastly thing to do to someone...but he did take that second bite.

To get back to the point. I'm here in Vulkwasten and loving it. I'm a member of the guard under the leadership of the fine Captain Eranor. Interesting though, I don't think I know his family name. By Yffre, he probably doesn't know mine. Krimmie, you've got to correct this situation! I find him very compelling, a man among the many Bosmers I have met in my travels.

Like dear Bethany Hawke, he's a Captain I will actually "attempt to" follow. I don't even follow my orders....but he is different and I do hope we can become closer. As friends, of course. He recently parted ways with his loved Mnihex...(I never could pronounce or spell her name correctly) and if we were to become closer, I'd have to take it slow and keep my distance. I have enough baggage and I don't want anything from my past to catch up with me. To many people have sacrificed their lives on my account.

With that, I write my final words in this first of, hopefully, many entries. That wasn't too difficult. Only took from morning to midday. I think my next entry will be shorter. I'm not used to sitting in one place for such a long time and I seem to have run out of leaf.

-Krimie

(She folds the leaf and places it inside an old dusty leather bound book)

(Krimie lies outside in the middle of Vulkwasten under the great tree. Beside her is Eranor Bluewisp, fast asleep. These are Krimie's inner thoughts as she looked fixedly upon Eranor resting)

Slow down Krimmie. Don't let your heart get the better of you. You've been hasty before and it only hurt others... including yourself.

I have never been with a Bosmer before. This scares me....I tell everyone I am a Y'ffre worshiping, Green Pact following Sap-folk. But am I truly this? I was a slave to that man for forty years...taken from my family and denied the right to practice my religion. Forced to bear him children and call him husband. Yes, I love my children. My little Bosmeri whom I hold more dear than anyone or anything on Nirn. They may have half his blood...but they also have my whole Bosmeri heart. At least I pray to Y'ffre they do. As I once prayed to the spirit of the now to set me free...and he did. As I once prayed to the spirit of the now to remove a Breton from this world....and he did. As I once prayed to the spirit of the now to give me youth ...and he did.

And now...I pray again...spirit of the now....Y'ffre...

(Krimie continues her gaze upon Eranor)
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Krimie and her friend, Eranor Bluewisp
in Vulkwasten
by http://fikumiku-chan.deviantart.com/

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(Krimie sits on a large canopy bed in a manor south of Haven. Eranor is with her, sleeping on the floor beside the bed as she struggles to write in her journal.)

Fredas, 10th of Rain's hand.

uv a da peepul I ave met. neva thot I wud find somone so carin and compex. Airanor, mi frend an I spent.....

Of all the people I have met, I never thought I would find someone so caring and complex. Eranor, my friend and I spent a pleasant evening together last night. The poor Captain hadn't been himself lately and needed an overdue holiday. Malyne asked me if I would accompany the captain to a private retreat, south of Haven in Grahtwood. I, of course, jumped at the opportunity to be with him.

We met in Elden Hollow, where I took the captain's hand and escorted him to Malyne's manor. Accompanying him was a dog, almost large enough to mount. Eranor told me it was a gift from Malyne. I then realized that this entire night would also be a gift from Malyne. For it was he who gave me the key to our final destination. The night was meant to be.

After a few wrong turns and a run in with some stranglers, the good captain and I eventually made it to the manor.

The house was beautiful. I could see myself living there if I wasn't such an outdoor girl. The fires of the hearth were already lit. Meat and drink was already laid out for us. Malyne surely went out of his way for Eranor and I. The setting was almost too perfect. I did, however, make a mess of myself eating the delicious food but I don't think Eranor minded. He knew I wasn't the most decorous woman in Tamriel.

Our conversation led to the discussion of naming Eranor's new pup. The first name I thought of to myself was Addie. It was the name of my sister's pony guar when growing up. Eranor spouted off a list of names and one of them was scary close to Addie. The name we decided on was Sadie. Such a coincidence that the two names were familiar. Another sign I thought, that this was meant to be.

During our discussion of naming animals, Eranor rested his hand upon my thigh. I was unsure of what to make of this. There were things I wanted..did he want the same? He asked that we find a place more comfortable. He followed me to the upper floor where we sat together on a bench in front of the bedroom's hearth fire. He began caressing the back of my neck. It was both intoxicating and relaxing, for I must of fallen asleep upon his shoulder.

As I write this, it is morning and I see him resting on the floor beside the bed I am sitting on. I hope he is comfortable and slumbers all day. He surely needs it. In a way, I'm relieved nothing happened last night. It's good to not be hasty when dealing with a budding relationship. Make these quiet and caring moments last. Enjoy each others' company...in the end, nothing else matters.

(She closes her journal and lies on her side staring at Eranor who is sleeping on the floor. Her wide grin would be the first thing Eranor saw when he woke up much later that afternoon.)
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I wonder what these two are thinking

Middas, 15th of Rain's hand.

Racuvar has reentered my life. I thought he vanished, never to see his face again....but there he was...in Baandari as if not a day had past since he left. He was always that one Bosmer...different than the rest. Kind, gentle...yes...but he also had wit and a sense of confidence I haven't witnessed since my father.

I thought he was the one for me. I waited for his return. Every night I stared at the stars, searching for the one that guided him. Aye prayed to Y'ffre for his return....but the spirit of the now never answered.

So I stopped praying...and moved forward with my life....and found deep affection with someone else...

Eranor...

...I love you...

One day I will say these words before your eyes....but for now...they are only in my thoughts....

Racuvar...

Did I love you?

...I never had a change to find out....


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Krimie and Racuvar reminiscing about the good ol' days in S'ren'ja

Call me Afmie.....or is it Krimfer?


Eranor had forgotten me, but I had not forgotten him. He may had fallen prey to Hloriella's seductive sorcery but I know he still loved me. I was determined to rekindle our relationship and turn him away from that demonic witch.

At least that was the plan....

Now I'm stuck in this fat, tattooed body of Afer. Never have I felt so disgusted with myself. I look at my reflection in the water and only see a stranger looking back. Of all the people to become? Why couldn't it be Elsy or even Alijham...but Afer? I'm discovering new things with this body and it frightens me. New confusing thoughts and conflicting desires. Everything looks different and I am having difficulty walking. My body is in constant pain, a sharp jabbing pain. And dare I say when I think of my Eranor, I feel nothing now?

I want my body back, before it's too late and I forget who I am.

Kind of NSFW.

Krimie and Afer's decision

A representative form the Mage's Guild entered the tavern last night, telling us how our souls could be put back in the proper bodies.

Afer and I were both overjoyed to be rid from these foreign bodies. Unfortunately, the method to switch our souls required us to perform an act of coitus. At first, I did not know what that word meant. Afer, in my body, explained to me the meaning of the word and I nearly fainted. I would have to do WHAT?? with the body of Krimie?

So either I stay like this forever, or make love to....myself?

This is the toughest decision I have ever made.