#madaj-jo

[firsandfletchings]

♡

“I like her. Got a good sense of humor.” Tristan grins at the memory of her proposition to fool the horse renter. 

[bookofalmsivi]

madaj-jo replied to your post:♡

Of course she cannot be stolen. She belongs only to herself. But she is most splendid, yes, this is true, and most handsome, and strong,

[The cat is speaking to him.  The cat is speaking to him.  This is something that Neht’s brain can’t compute right now.  He can speak to cats.  Could he always speak to cats?  Is this a new development?  Can all cats speak?]

Ah.  Yes.  Yes, we’re in complete agreement then.  Absolutely.

[Wait a second.  Wait just a second here.  Neht remembers old Kammus from Mournhold, that Khajiiti knight who always claimed his mother was a tiger and his father was a housecat.  He wasn’t being entirely facetious.]

Oh fuck, I-I mean, oh dear, I’m so sorry, miss, I didn’t realize you were Khajiiti.  Ah.  Sorry.

[askdusty]

8:What foods inspire nostalgia in you? 11:What food from your homeland would you recommend that a visitor try?

8:What foods inspire nostalgia in you?

“Bretony foods, of course, especially quail and foie gras. Cordon bleu, as well. I loved all of those as a child, my fingers burning and greasy.” Dust chuckled. “Of course, my stomach always hurt afterwards, but I loved all those rich foods anyway. I miss those, sometimes. Ooh! And creme brulee!”

11: What food from your homeland would you recommend that a visitor try?

“You’re a fool if you don’t try everything, of course, but let me tell you. You go to the market outside Jehenna and you look for this little stall that serves hot foods for you to eat while you walk. Don’t look for cuisine - this is peasant food from a shack of a kitchen but no matter what they’re serving, it is delicious. Their crepes are divine with ham and swiss or fish and onions sprinkled with Parmesan, or pieces of fried chicken that crunch like an apple when you bite in, or poutine with gravy so hot it melts the curds into these delightful strings of goodness...

... That was a long time ago. I hope it’s a family business, and still around.”

[askdusty]

slurred words?

“Pretty kitty!” Dust beams before quickly sombering, brow wrinkling and a frown turning her lips. “Thass probably offenshuv. I don’t - I don’t - I dunno whot’s proper, sometimes, with diff’rent races, ones I never seen ‘fore. But I like her fur. And her voice. Sometimes I wish I was a kitty. Get petted. Scratched behind m’ears. But she’s not a kitty, is she? Sh-she jusht looks like one.”

[thetwinlegends]

    “Well calamint you are looking healthy today.” Signe spoke to herself while investigating the spice garden. There were not a lot of visitors lately which allowed her to catch up on the finer details of her farm.    “Ah, but fennel you looks thirsty.” She shoed the chickens from her watering can to douse the plants.     It appeared that nothing could sour the mood of the stocky red-head when she was working diligently, she almost didn’t notice the distant thunder of an evening storm rolling through the tundra.

[firsandfletchings]

madaj-jo:

Mac, thoroughly done with the assumptions made by Skyrim’s inhabitants for one day, stops, holds stock-still for a moment, then turns around to face the man who’s approached her, frowning as deeply as she possibly can.

“Madaj puts on her own clothing, like all people!” She announces, as loudly as possible, intending to shame this ignorant individual as harshly as possible. (an intention that would no doubt be entirely lost on any other two-legged passerby in their now boring shock.) “Do not snap these fingers at her! She is not a kitten!”

“Woah!” Tristan nearly falls back on his ass in surprise, eyes wide as he stares down at the not-cat cat. So it was a Khajiit? He’d seen plenty of them in southern Hammerfell, but he’d never heard of one so small or so...loud. The initial shock wears off, and he performs a short gesture of apology he’d learned after crashing a donkey into a Khajiiti caravan once.

“Sorry, sorry, I thought you were a cat-cat. My bad. What’s your name?”