DankPotatoJul 03, 2017Jul 03, 2017 at 06:02 PM
#1
There is a small book tucked away in the small pack that the gray Khajiit carries. The journal is simple looking. Wrapped in black leather with a thin blue ribbon attached at the binding to be used as a pagemarker. The words 'Property of Ji'darr. Touch, and you lose a finger.' Are carved into the front. The words inside are written in scratchy looking Ta'Agra.
Loredas, 2nd of Sun's Height, Early Morning
This one is tired. It was a long walk from Dune to Vulkwasten, and he hopes it will end up paying off. This one walked into the tavern carved into a tree in the dead of night. Two people were there when he arrived.
The first, one of the races of man, this one could not tell which. He said his name was Saxon, though Ji'darr doubts this. This one knows a lie when he hears one. This man is hiding something, but Ji'darr will not make a comment, for he seemed nice enough.
The other one! Oh, Ji'darr could write for days about her! She is a very beautiful Khajiit, and he learned her name was Kisuna. This one has never been attracted to someone so quickly! He attempted to make conversation with her, and managed to let his shakes get the better of him. He spilled his milk on himself. He was expecting her to sneer and laugh in his face, but he was met with only worry and compassion.
This one admits, he is not the best at talking to women, but she seemed to like him, from what he could tell. He spoke to her a bit more, and learned that she too was missing a sibling. Her brother. He does hope she finds him. Such a kind, pretty person is undeserving of the pain that losing a loved one brings. A pain this one knows well.
After speaking to her a bit more, she reached out and took his hand! Took. His. Hand. This one was surprised at first, and she thought she had offended him. He cleared things up, thankfully. We talked a bit more, before she went to retire. We agreed to meet eachother in the tavern tomorrow after we return from our respective searches for our siblings. He held her paw a bit more before we went our seperate ways for the night. This one found a comfortable tree branch, and she went upstairs, to where he can only assume she has a room.
This one admits, he has never felt so connected to a person before. It is as if we are two blades smithed from the same forge.
But this one digresses. He will write more later. For now he must sleep, to prepare himself for his search for Wey'Fena tomorrow.
Loredas, 2nd of Sun's Height, Early Morning
This one is tired. It was a long walk from Dune to Vulkwasten, and he hopes it will end up paying off. This one walked into the tavern carved into a tree in the dead of night. Two people were there when he arrived.
The first, one of the races of man, this one could not tell which. He said his name was Saxon, though Ji'darr doubts this. This one knows a lie when he hears one. This man is hiding something, but Ji'darr will not make a comment, for he seemed nice enough.
The other one! Oh, Ji'darr could write for days about her! She is a very beautiful Khajiit, and he learned her name was Kisuna. This one has never been attracted to someone so quickly! He attempted to make conversation with her, and managed to let his shakes get the better of him. He spilled his milk on himself. He was expecting her to sneer and laugh in his face, but he was met with only worry and compassion.
This one admits, he is not the best at talking to women, but she seemed to like him, from what he could tell. He spoke to her a bit more, and learned that she too was missing a sibling. Her brother. He does hope she finds him. Such a kind, pretty person is undeserving of the pain that losing a loved one brings. A pain this one knows well.
After speaking to her a bit more, she reached out and took his hand! Took. His. Hand. This one was surprised at first, and she thought she had offended him. He cleared things up, thankfully. We talked a bit more, before she went to retire. We agreed to meet eachother in the tavern tomorrow after we return from our respective searches for our siblings. He held her paw a bit more before we went our seperate ways for the night. This one found a comfortable tree branch, and she went upstairs, to where he can only assume she has a room.
This one admits, he has never felt so connected to a person before. It is as if we are two blades smithed from the same forge.
But this one digresses. He will write more later. For now he must sleep, to prepare himself for his search for Wey'Fena tomorrow.
Edited Jul 06, 2017 at 01:05 PM by 0
