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34. “Stay away from me.”
“Khajiit apologises serrah,” Vir’idi’s voice dripped with sarcasm, the accent of the sands colouring them far more thickly than was quite necessary. “This one only thought you may wish to relax.”
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Dusk was settling on the road, basking cobblestones and the first kisses of snow on the ground in warm hues of yellows and orange, a nod to a season long passed.
“Easy, Traveller,” A low, sultry voice said, warm as the shores of elsweyr as a Khajiiti woman stepped from behind a tent. A silken scarf was draped over her arms and chest, trousers matching the fabric– most definitely not dressed for this weather.
Yet the woman did not shiver against the cold, a small perk of the beast races. “Is cold, no?” She all but purred, looking at the Nord through half-lidded eyes, obviously trying to play up the seduction aspect. “Perhaps one has enough to warm up? Khajiit can be of… many… services.”
Even this late into spring, snow was still abundant in Skyrim. It’d be enough for most to roll their eyes but Herryk didn’t mind it so much, getting annoyed about Skyrim being snowy was like being mad at a lake for being wet after all.
He was distracted enough by the scenery to be taken by surprise by the voice, turning to the source of the voice with a raised brow. Looks like another Khajiit merchant, it was a little odd to see this one by herself but it didn’t really matter, a friendly grin was offered to the woman.
“It’s not too cold out but warming up sounds pretty good right now! do you have fresh stew on hand?”
“Ah--”
Vir’idi paused, tracing clawed fingers across her own chin in thought. For a moment, she was taken aback at the traveller’s cluelessness, but then, as any true merchant would, she would not back down.
“Khajiit has no stew. There are... other ways to warm one up.”
Both swords and sheathes? Good, mine could use a little polishing and maybe some work on a grindstone. Dull old blade can barely cut butter.
The Khajiiti woman looks to her claws, considering this strangeness. “Grindstone is free. Is not Viri’s.” She might have been sitting in front of one, but certainly was no blacksmith.
“Khajiit was trying to… how you say? be poetic?”
Obviously, she had failed, and she considered not giving access to the item in question,
“Khajiit offers other services.”
“Sword? Sheath?” The Khajiiti woman made a show of ‘weighing’ each on her open palms. “ Is no matter. Khajiit works with all.”
[[ A kind anon on my other blog reminded me to check back in here. I’m not dead, Viri’s not dead, you’re welcome to interact with her in anyway you want; tag me in stuff, send me stuff, etc. I also know I owe a couple of replies sooooo hopefully I’ll get to those on the weekend! ]]
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Dusk was settling on the road, basking cobblestones and the first kisses of snow on the ground in warm hues of yellows and orange, a nod to a season long passed.
“Easy, Traveller,” A low, sultry voice said, warm as the shores of elsweyr as a Khajiiti woman stepped from behind a tent. A silken scarf was draped over her arms and chest, trousers matching the fabric-- most definitely not dressed for this weather.
Yet the woman did not shiver against the cold, a small perk of the beast races. “Is cold, no?” She all but purred, looking at the Nord through half-lidded eyes, obviously trying to play up the seduction aspect. “Perhaps one has enough to warm up? Khajiit can be of... many... services.”
“Yes?” Vir’idi looked up from the project in her lap; a tangled mess of yarn transforming into something pattered. “Khajiit is off-duty now. Unless you wish to crochet?”
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“If one has the coin, Khajiit has the time.”
“Khajiit is best with two handed weaponry,” Vir’idi’s words dripped with honeyed innuendo, the tall khajiit lids lowering over viridescent eyes with practiced seduction as she examined the prospective customer. “But that does not mean this one cannot please you.”
