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"I'll try not to hit anyone." [Calenhil]

The Bosmer let out a small worried noise, looking more like he was concerned with possibly offending the other than his current issue. “It’s really okay, I’m sure I’ll find some way to get it down myself.” Cal offered up a slightly weak smile. “They’ve been complaining about the bees for ages, so just the fact that it’s been found is considerably further along than I had been before.”

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Ah, now let’s see, that was a nice large bushel of dragon’s tongue and creep clusters tucked securely away into his bag, as well as a fair amount of mora tapinella and some thistle. And then there were the few hawk feathers that Cal had happened across by chance, and oh yes, can’t forget the nirnroot he stumbled across as well. A rather wide smile flits across the Bosmer’s features as he makes a few marks in a notebook, the mer leaving a small smear of charcoal across his cheek when a hand brushes away a bug that had buzzed near him. Yes, this was turning out to be quite a profitable trip indeed. If his luck kept up like this he might even be able to take a brief respite and enjoy the springs for a little while before heading back to Winterhold and it’s contact freezing cold.

A slight hum as the Bosmer turns to the next page. Luna moth wings, a small bag of snowberries, and... The hum is quite abruptly cut short, Cal’s expression quite immediately falling in turn. Spider eggs? They wanted spider eggs? Where on Nirn was he supposed to get those around here? An almost disbelieving stare is sent around the path and rest of the area currently surrounding him. He didn’t have even the slightest idea where to even start for those. So much for the thought of having a bit of free time before he headed back... The Bosmer is just about resigned himself to returning to trudging along the path when a sight coming around the corner of the road suddenly catches his attention. A fellow traveler, perhaps that could be his answer, even if it was a bit of a longshot.

“Ah, excuse me!” He calls out, waving a hand to get the other’s attention as he trotted down the path towards them. “This may be a bit of an odd question,” Cal began as he neared, offering up an apologetic smile as he spoke. “But I don’t suppose you know of any spider nests around here, do you?”

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//ALL OF THEM unakite

unakite: what my muse’s ideal pet would be

Calenhil

“Oh, um…” The Bosmer pauses for a moment as he thinks. “Sometimes I wonder if one of the lesser Daedra would be interesting to have. Like a clannfear or daedroth.” A soft furrowing of his brow. “Though I don’t know how viable such a thing really is.”

Altai

“A dog might be nice,” the Khajiit mused. “Something to help watch the campsite and road from things that might wish others harm. Though Khajiit does not know if this one could provide the proper care for such a creature.”

Odlokmaar

“A pet?” The dov rumbled in an almost confused sounding manner. “How would I even keep a pet? What would one such as I even have as a pet?” Another rumble. “I do not think I can technically apply such a question to myself.”

Suri

“Ah, this one already has a pet.” The Argonian grins toothily. “Suri had to leave it Elseweyr though. Skyrim’s cold and ice is no good for a snake.”

Ammir

The Altmer grunts slightly. “I suppose a wolf would make sense. Though generally I work much better alone.” A slight wave of a hand. “I tend to be an unwelcome enough sight in more places without a creature such as that following along as well.”

Seron

“Oh, that’s an easy one. A cat, no doubt.” The Dunmer smiles. “Don’t have to worry about it sneaking things from the cases like a dog might, is independent enough when I don’t have to worry about too much should I get overly busy during the day with work, and I can snuggle with it during the night.”

Cassian

“Well, when I was younger my father did have a few hunting falcons. I wouldn’t mind having on of them myself.” The Imperial shrugs lightly. “A battlefield is probably not the best place for pets, however, even if the could fly above most of it.”

Fen

“Hmm. I suppose a fox would be interesting. And would fit in with the sneaky thief like I am.” The Argonian lets out a laugh. “Or is something like that too on the nose?”

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♥ Do they sleep in the same bed/room as much as they can or do they sleep separately? (Any!)

Relationship & Courting antics Asks.Rolled a d8, got Cal

Cal hasn’t been super lucky in terms of love, really. He’s probably a bit too meek and too much of a pushover to really be able to properly focus on anyone showing that sort of long-term interest in him. And truthfully, most of his romantic antics have been in the form of brief trysts or one night stands, so far more often than not he’s sleeping by himself.

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It’s clear to see the look of relief appear on the Bosmer’s features as a bowl of soup and half loaf of bread is set in front of him, the mage offering up a thankful smile to the barmaid before she returns to her rounds. It’d been quite a long and rather busy day for the mer, and currently he was looking forward to relaxing over a good meal for the rest of the evening. Though even with that said, he can’t help but pull out a small notebook and a quill and inkwell as he lets his soup cool for a moment, the Bosmer flipping open to a page and making a few quick marks over it, a quiet sigh leaving his lips that quickly gets lost in the rest of the general tavern noise.

So far reagent collecting had gone rather well, the vast bulk of the plant-based items he’d been tasked with finding currently secure in the satchel under his chair. It was only a few last things from that group that would be a bit more difficult to find, at least not without him going quite far out of his current area. There’s a pause as he takes a spoonful of soup, the mer’s face involuntarily furrowing as he flips to another page. Why they wanted so many skeever tails out of this trip was beyond him, but the mage had offered to do the task, and they had requested it...

Another sigh as the notebook is closed, Cal leaning back in his seat to enjoy the rest of his meal. At least the tavern seemed to be fairly peaceful at the moment, so hopefully he’d be able to spend his evening relatively benignly. Being an elven mage was not exactly easy in current times, and the last thing the mer wanted was to be singled out as he oh so often was.

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It’s with a white puff of air and a shiver to his frame that Cal steps inside the gates of Windhelm, the Bosmer’s gaze quite immediately dropping to the ground once he was past the structure. Members of the College on the whole generally preferred to avoid the city, especially so with the current conflict going on and the general animosity towards both mer and magic users. And Cal had the misfortune of rather obviously looking the part and being both. But he’d drawn the short stick this particular time, and the client had waited for them to pick up this enchanting request for long enough already.

At least he was fortunate enough to be heading to the more Dunmer filled area of the hold this time, Cal idly mused as his boots crunched through a layer of snow. Perhaps if he was lucky he’d finish the pick-up quickly and be able to partake in something warm at the Cornerclub before having to head out into the roads once again.

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For any/all: How would you feel if someone confessed their love for you?

((Only doing half of them because reasons. xD))

Cal: Even just the mention of such a thing happening is enough to bring a deep blush to the mer's features. "I suppose... Oh, it would be rather surprising, I would have to say." A small and somewhat sheepish smile is offered up. "Would lift my heart for a moment to hear such a thing, for certain."

Oddy: A confused looking stare. "Confess their love? For me?" A moment and another stare before a rather deep and throaty laugh leaves his maw. "Ah, this is a mortal joke, correct? Very humorous."

Seron: "Confess their love for me? Oh my no, I find that hard to believe." A soft chuckle leaves Seron's lips, though the sound is not a sad or bitter sounding one by any means. "I am simply too busy for me to be a very good partner in that regard. The shop and the ovens keep me here for very long hours, with certainly not enough time left over to properly devote to courting."

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"I’ve got some bandages, wait a second." (( from a lightnighttamriel's Orisel to any of your muses. ^_^ ))

"It's... It's really nothing, and I don't mean to be a bother..." Cal murmured quietly, one hand holding a rather swiftly turning red scrap of cloth to a rather nasty looking gash along one of the mer's arms. Clearly the mage had not expected to come across the sabre cat when he did.