#azihana

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((Tarene is the average player size in this shot.))

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"Let me count the ways that this is a bad idea..."

“Let’s not. This one can not count that high.” The white-furred Khajiit child requested. The Altmer perched above them on the rocks left off sighting down his arrow at the Frost Troll loitering ahead, and looked down at the cub with a mixture of pride and resignation.

“Glad to hear those Tamrielic lessons are paying off…” He muttered under the wind. Then he raised his voice to be heard. “Well, I don’t hear anyone else suggesting how we’re going to get around this beast.” Tarene retorted. “Believe me, I’m all ears. A clash with a Frost Troll isn’t something I’m keen to experience…but nonetheless, we need to get past the thing to get up the mountain.”

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The Great Warrior had been tracking her prey all morning, and had finally caught it off its guard as it napped in the warm sunlight. She crouched low, readying herself for battle in the manner of her ancestors before her. She had to wait for the proper time to strike, but it would come soon. Then, she would bring this creature back to her father, to once again prove her worth as a warrior as great as he, and he would be proud… The stray dog lazily opened one eye to look at the Khajiit kitten trying to hide within the patch of red mountain flowers. She was clearly visible, what with her bumbling attempts to stalk and wiggling preparation to pounce, and after ten minutes of trying to ignore her pursuit, the canine was not impressed. Standing up, the dog shook itself, and twisted to bite at an itch on its rear before casually walking away. The kitten gave a squeak of dismay and also stood up. “Doggie!” She cried out imploringly, as if that would bring the animal back. When this failed, Azihana’s face twisted into a pout and she ran after the dog, stumbling over the frayed hem of her favorite blue dress and trampling the mountain flowers. “Doggie, doggie!” A nearby bird was startled out of hiding as the Khajiit ran by, and it settled on a higher branch in the trees above, tweeting indignantly. It was an oddly warm day, for Frostfall, and it had been impossible for Azihana to remain within the campsite boundaries. Her papa and her uncles went adventuring all the time, and always had pretty bottles and boxes and shiny things to show her. She figured they couldn’t be mad at her if she brought back something interesting from her ‘adventuring’, too, and so off she’d gone. Her attempts to bring home a new pet, however, weren’t going too smoothly, and it wasn’t long before the dog left Azihana far behind. Azihana finally gave up the chase and flopped down on the ground, panting. Her ears drooped as she stared after the now out-of-sight dog, and the kitten whined. She sulked for a few minutes before something else caught her attention; a sound - footsteps - coming from the nearby road.

Ever the curious Khajiit, Azihana climbed to her feet and ran towards the sound. Nearing the road, she slowed down, and dropped to her knees, peering through a bunch of red ferns to see who the footsteps belonged to.

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“Drem Yol Lok!” The chipper greeting came from a little Khajiit kitten perched atop a barrel beside the window of the tavern. A large hunk of bread was clutched in her paws, and the tell-tale stains of jelly were smeared all over her hands and face.

An older Khajiit - presumably her father - seated at the table directly beside the barrel flicked an ear, but otherwise didn’t react to the kitten’s outburst. His daughter often greeted strangers and passers-by, so he remained deep within whatever conversation he was having with his elven tablemate.

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“Go away!" Azihana hissed tearfully and swiped at the approaching hand with her tiny claws. Her tail, still caught beneath the heavy edge of a toppled over crate, prevented her from outright running away. “This one does not like you!" The little Khajiit snarled, puffing up the fur on her tail and head in an attempt to look larger and more of a threat.

When the stranger did not back down, however, Azihana sucked in a breath through her teeth, and shouted,

“FUS!”

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Azihana liked to believe that she was a good child.

Her paws were only sticky sometimes, and she hadn’t used her Big Voice for a non-emergency since last Mid Year. Her parents were starting to give her more responsibilities at home, as a result, and her uncle had even officially gifted her her very own dagger! Her mother even brought her along on her trading journeys, once or twice!

The little Khajiit looked over the fascinating item she had picked up off the ground, green eyes wide in awe. Who would throw out a thing like this? Well…surely, no-one would mind if she kept it, yes? After all, it had been so cruelly abandoned…

A shadow fell over her own, and Azihana’s tail paused in mid-swish. She looked up at the person standing over her, and flattened her ears nervously. Uh oh…they didn’t look too happy with her.. The Khajiit glanced down at the object she had found, and made an educated guess before offering it up to the stranger with a sheepish smile.

“…is this yours?” Azihana laughed nervously. “Khajiit found it on the ground, she swears!”

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((Azihana is, perhaps, too small to be out adventuring.

Bonus height reference for her papa.))

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Random assorted character headcanons to make up for the fact that I’ve been gone for over a year, GO!

Azihana is now officially old enough to carry Spiderbite. This only means that she no longer has to sneak it out of Tarene’s bag, and the adults don’t have to take it back from her. Usually.

Tarene and Elanin are still pen pals with no idea that they are actually long-lost brother and sister.

Anaril and Gladroon are back in contact through letters and well-paid couriers.

Anaril takes painstaking steps to keep his location a secret from his brother purely out of fear of the beating he’s going to get for running away and dropping off the face of Tamriel without telling his twin.

Chiranji has started bringing Heceri along on her longer trading journeys, under the excuse of ‘needing a helping hand’. In reality, she thinks he is too much of a hermit, and uses the trips as an excuse to get the former Champion out of Towerlight Castle every few months or so.

Heceri would 100% spend all of his time within Towerlight Castle if he was allowed.

Many people (outside of the College) mistake Heceri and his sons for brothers, since Heceri himself was so young when he started a family with Irinde. They are all guilty of using this to their advantage.

Iifhil paid of the bounties of herself, her husband, and most of her crew to be able to legally attend the wedding of her sister, Joldi, and Shakh gro-Sharub.

Thales was incredibly impressed with her sister’s actions, and congratulated her on her personal development.

Shortly after the wedding, Iifhil and her husband stole a ship and sailed back to Solstheim to begin their crime spree anew, with a furious Thales hot on their heels.