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(Ma’Jaara | Tsa’Biira)

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Ma’Jaara was about to go search for the coffee grinder before gifts were mentioned. She hadn’t expected Tsa’Biira to pay a visit, but for her to bring gifts? That surprised Ma’Jaara.

“Goodness, what a pleasant addition to an already pleasant arrival!” Ma’Jaara smiles, happy to see that her guest put quite a bit of effort before heading here. She glanced over to the pie, leaning to get a better look as she spoke. “Dar’Shan will drink the wine if I do not, rest assured–a-apologies, did you just say I was pregnant?”

Ma’Jaara blinks slowly, feeling her stomach begin to turn. It had been some time since Tsa’Biira had seen her, but thinking she was still pregnant was a bit odd. How would she change let her know without sounding rude?

“W-would…would you like to see the baby?”

That could have come out bit better.

Bii cocks her head, confused. “But how could--” Tsa’Biira’s mind does not quite catch up to what is said until a moment later, choking on her own words. She feels her face go hot, and she barely knows how to respond. Oh, Gods. “U-uh,” She laughs nervously. “She’s-- this one is so sorry. She is so rude, she can’t believe she said that--” The Ohmes-raht takes a breath and rubs her eyes with her palms.

Her ears are ringing. A small cough forces it’s way out of her dry throat, she composes herself, looking away. We can just... pretend like that never happened, right? “She, uh-- she would very much like to see the baby.”

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(Ma’Jaara | Tsa’Biira)

“No, no! I was just cleaning. Surely, such chores can wait when a guest arrives! A-and thank you for the compliment.” Ma’Jaara got the urge to hug Tsa’Biira, but thought better of it. “Come, sit down! Make yourself at home, ser.” Aara moved her arms in a sweeping motion to encourage her guest to make themselves comfortable.

She was always a good hostess, however, and tended to party before herself. “Would you care for some coffee or tea? Perhaps a snack for you or your companion?” I could not begin guess what durzogs eat, but–

“I believe I left the grinder downstairs after washing it…”

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She steps into the room further at Ma’Jaara’s invitation, approaching the table and laying down her pack. Bii pauses at the question, “Ah,” It would be rude of her to decline, right? “... She has not tried coffee in years, it would be lovely to try it again, if that would not be too much trouble, of course!”

Bii remember what she’s brought with her and startles.“Oh! She wanted to thank you for the gift you sent her! They were delicious.” She sets down the pie on the table and carefully removes the cloth wrapped around it. “It’s a bit... flat after holding it for so long, but it is fresh she can assure you! And she brought wine in her pack, too!”

The Ohmes-raht feels her mouth go dry, and she resists the urge to grimace at how badly this is going. She stammers. “N-not that she expects you to drink it if you do not... want to? She knows with being pregnant and all...-- it’s only-- she just thought you could maybe... save it? I-if you want to, yes?” Tsa’Biira swallows thickly, staring with slight desperation in her eyes at the pie as if expecting it to fix her botched attempt at conversation.

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(Ma’Jaara | Tsa’Biira)

The knocking startles her, and Ma’Jaara snaps up from her dusting. Guests definitely weren’t on her agenda, but perhaps someone wanted to buy a potion? Who knew–either way, she couldn’t just leave them hanging.

Straightening out her clothes, Aara tries to guess who would be at her door. Imagine her surprise, then, when Tsa’Biira was behind the knocking! Ma’Jaara hadn’t expected Tsa’Biira to return. The offer for tea hadn’t been empty–it had been such a long time since they talked. Aara thought the girl forgot!

“Good day, Tsa’Biira! What a surprise it is to see you again. Do come in, ser!”

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Tsa’Biira smiles wide as soon as the door opens, heart leaping to her throat-- does she look nice enough? Was the invite an empty one, just a polite way of ending the conversation? The warmth in Ma’Jaara’s expression calms all doubts. “Good evening!” And she steps inside hesitantly, hoping Eko has the good sense to stay close and not wander off further into the house.

The room she steps into is a joined one, but warm and cosy. It’s fits her perception of the other Khajiit extremely well. She takes a moment to admire it all, the light cast by the fire, the stained windows, the smell of woodsmoke and something else that reminds her of the tang of potions burning her throat as they go down. She remembers where she is and turns around sheepishly. “She hopes you do not mind she turned up so... suddenly. She would have written beforehand, but-- she cannot write.” Tsa’Biira scratches her chin self-consciously.

“... It is very nice to see you again! You have a lovely home.”

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(Ma’Jaara | Tsa’Biira)

The floorboards did nothing but creak lately. Maybe Ma’Jaara’s increasing weight wasn’t quite optimal for walking over aging wood. Her footsteps had become quite heavy over time too–when in the past, they were no quieter than a mouse. But things do change fast, and Aara would sometimes resent that fact too much to put into words.

Currently Ma’Jaara was preoccupying herself with dusting the house. In truth, she meant to do this much earlier. Her notes and research had a much more tantalizing air to them than cooking and cleaning, though. The sun was already setting and Aara still hadn’t made those tarts like she planned! She would do better tomorrow, without a doubt.

She moved to close the curtains on the bustling city, but finds herself entranced by the way the people shuffled about. It wasn’t too long ago that Ma'Jaara herself lived in a tavern, thinking of nothing but her next heist.

But all this reminiscing is not good for the mind, the herbalist thought to herself. I need to learn to move on, lest I find myself ending up like–a durzog? What on Nirn would a creature like that be doing here? Ma'Jaara squinted, leaning into the window. She hadn’t seen one of those animals in a long time!

Her ears are flat to her skull in distaste, nose crinkled at the smell of body odour and breath in such confined, close quarters. Arms pressed to her sides and hands huddled close, she is thankful she has a least managed to avoid the bulk of the horde by sidestepping the walled-off vendors’ stalls and instead passing through the forge. However, the blacksmith’s glare alone is enough to shoo her away quickly, before she has even spent no more than mere seconds beneath the canopy. When she is out the other side her breath catches once again on the stench of Riften, a mix of stale canal water and cured meats. Her attentions flit from one face to another, her grip firm and straps tight. She may well be a thief, but this is a city of them.

At last she reaches the quiet-- a tranquil alleyway that leads away from the bustle. There is only one house here, secluded and neat. This must be it-- thank S’rendarr for small mercies.

Whistling softly to Eko, who is wandering too far, she leads him to the door. Thinking better of it suddenly, she crouches low to unsling her pack from her shoulder. Her hair is dishevelled from the humidity and her sleeves are rumpled from her fight through the crowd to get here. Bunching the mass of hair in both hands, she pushes it back and draws it into a heavy tie, rolling up her sleeves to hide the grass stains she’d received earlier from her slight fall down an embankment on the road. Finally satisfied she looks presentable-- or at least by her own standards-- she stands straight-backed and knocks on the door.

#majaara

Greetings

“I don’t often make things easy for myself.” Castian chuckled, hands put in his pockets as they walk, laughing softly at her nervousness. “Its fine, love. You aren’t wrong. Its not often I get away in a tavern without hearing at least one slur. Hell, sometimes its not even against me and i’ll get into a fight.” He pulled up his sleeve a bit, showing a pale gold scar on his upper arm.

“Got this when someone decided to call a rather handsome khajiit man a fleabag.”

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She laughs despite herself, listening to him intently. “You stand up for Khajiit? That is... certainly honourable of you.” Bii is tempted to thank him, but no matter how unexpected a gesture of kindness towards her people is, she firmly believe it’s a simple common courtesy that need not be rewarded. In the back of her mind however, she does begin to reassess this stranger. She’ll admit to herself that he’s gone up in her estimates. The Khajiit whistles through her teeth. “That is quite the scar.”

She startles suddenly, letting out a small breath of stunned laughter. “Ah, Khenarthi! But this one has forgotten her manners! Introductions, hm? Her name is Tsa’Biira.”

#askcastian

(Ma’Jaara | Tsa’Biira)

The fading light of the summer's day casts a rosy touch across the pulsating crowd in the market, the wood and stone buildings looking slightly less cold in such a hue. The southern reaches of Skyrim have always been more beautiful to Tsa’Biira than the icy tundra, even despite those twisting lights in the sky at night further north.

In her hands she clutches a pie, of all things. Hardly something she is accustomed to, and no less strange to her than it may seem to those who hunt her. It’s wrapped in an old cloth and handled so gingerly one might think she held fragile glass. Tucked away safe in her pack is an unopened bottle of spiced wine, which she had bought with the last few gold pieces left in her purse. The pie was obtained by... less honest means, so she can only hope it tastes as good as the vendor had boasted before she took it from his stall.

Days ago she had received a similar gift, and seeks now to hopefully return the favour. She heads for Honeyside. The guard had told her to head straight on to the other side of the city, but through the bustle of tall humans and elves clambering to reach the Bee and Barb, she can barely tell which way she’s going. Eko follows close behind, of course. His frame is now sleek and slender, he cuts through the crowd like a knife to butter, whereas she is forced to elbow and shove.

Greetings

“Hammerfell is a fantastic place. I spent a very long time there, made a lot of friends.” He smiled, thinking back at the mercenary school, and the friends he made there. They were all probably dead in another twenty years. He mentally cursed his lifespan, not for the first time.

She hums, shoots him a small smile. “Perhaps she will travel there then. Morrowind is her only other option, and with that volcano spewing ash everywhere, she is not too eager for a visit.”

Bii crunches a twig under her boot as she walks, then glances back up at her companion. “Are you thinking of moving on soon too, or do you plan to stay here? She cannot imagine it is easy for you. She has seen how Nords react to elves after what the Thalmor have done.” She hesitates, scrapes her boot along the ground, “She... apologises if that is rude of her to say.”

#askcastian

Greetings

Castian felt th mood shift as she spoke, looking down at his feet and frowning as she spoke. When she asked him the question, he couldn’t help but chuckled quietly. “Almost exactly as you. Family troubles drove me out and I’ll be damned and dead if I ever go back.” He spat, fist clenching before quickly unclenching.

He jerked his head up, a smile plastered on his face. “So where are you going now?”