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((Is it true that you have a massive pack of skinned hounds that tackle you and slobber all over you when you get home? :3c))
She can't help but chuckle at the image, a gloved hand rising to cover her lips. "Not a pack, no, but one does the job quite well enough. He's usually more stoic, but if I've been away long enough without summoning him, he does get excited."
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((Hey Elspeth, is it true that in another universe you kill dragons and devour their souls? :3))
'What?” Trygve scoffed. "Like the Dragonborn? You’ve got to be kidding."
“No, it’s true,” Elspeth sighed. She very much disliked the idea that there was a powerful Elspeth out there, one who could defend herself.
"Is there another Trygve?"
"Yes, he’s a powerful restoration mage."
Trygve scowled a little and then shrugged. "Well…I wish them well in their endeavors."
((2, 5, 13! :3c))
2: Favorite TES game
( Oblivion. Hands down, it’s Oblivion. )
5: Favorite province
( Cyrodiil! I love that province so much. It’s beautiful! )
13: Favorite dungeon
( Huh… I’m not really sure about this one. I suppose… any Ayleid ruin? I really like those. )
((Is it true that when the people of Tamriel learn of the greatness that is tundra cotton, they will have you be the High Priestess Of All That Is Cottony? Will there be festivals? I vote for horker-poking festival games. Ten percent off of books. All the good stuff. :3))
If they do not, then there is something horribly wrong.
… Well, you’ve given me something to think about tonight.
((★?))
Send me a ‘★’ and I will tell you how my character feels about yours.
( It is easy to see that Brielle worries about J’hasi. Too much, perhaps. She is afraid of what might, and possible does, happen to him when he is traveling, but keeps any prying questions and concerns to herself (for how long she can do this, however, is unknown).
She enjoys the time that they spend together. The simple activities that they do are relaxing and help to take her mind off of more pressing matters. As does his company, and she is grateful for this. )
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"What happened to your face?"
"A cat fight," he said with a sarcastic smirk, but then shrugged as he flattened his expression once more. He supposed there was little harm in telling the Khajiit. J'hasi already knew that he was a vampire. And S'kirjo was dead, meaning no loose ends.
"It is a bit of a long story, but I will make it short. I was captured by my Sire, and he starved and tortured me for close to two weeks. The bastard had his claws coated in silver, and these scars were the last injury I allowed him to cause before I ripped his damned head off."
((I don't want them, I just wanna look at them. Closely. Like holding them and getting grimy fingerprints all over them. It's not going to hurt anything.))
"And I do not want people holding them for the very reason you just described. You will get dirt and debris and smudges on them, if not scratch or chip them by handling them wrong or dropping them altogether. Of course gems cannot get hurt, but they can be damaged.
"And you can be hurt if I deem it necessary."
"G'mornin'..."
Put “Good Morning” in my inbox for my muse’s reaction to waking up in bed with yours with no memory of the night before.
She couldn’t remember how he got there, and honestly, she did not care. Him being here meant that he was not on the road. She didn't have to worry.
“Good morning, J’hasi. Do you… Are you hungry? I am. I could get us some food and drinks.” She thinks for a moment, frowns at a thought, but then smiles. “I’ll even get you some mead or ale or… or whatever it is that you like to drink.”
