#majaara

“A pine forest? Ah, now that is a rather distinct scent in my mind,” the Argonian replied. “Of course, I’d seen pine trees in various parts of Cyrodiil when we’d arrived there. But the scent had never really stuck overmuch in my thoughts. It only really became something noticed during a visit to one of the Sanctuaries, during which I was served a cup of pine needle tea. One of the Speakers was quite fond of it and insisted that new visitors to that Sanctuary have a taste.” A slight wrinkling of the Argonian’s nose. “Indeed, the smell was almost overpowering. To this day I still don’t know how I managed to keep a straight face while I was drinking it.”

A wave of the assassin’s hand, followed not long after by a soft yawn. “I would not want to impose. And I’m certain I can find a place to rest my eyes for a few minutes if need be.”

While Nor does quite enjoy Ma’Jaara’s company, he does feel like he has to be a bit more on guard with how he acts around her ever since she found out he was Brotherhood. Not so much in the sense that she would possibly turn him in to the guard, but a bit moreso that he has to re-prove that the trust she had in him was not misplaced or misguided or resulting from dishonest means. He is very aware of her apprehension regarding the Family, and as such feels that his actions and words are being closely monitored and scrutinized just in case he does end up bearing ill intentions in the end. And though his actions regarding their friendship have been benign, he doesn’t want to do something that might result in even the slightest whiff of something maligned and therefore end up losing the relationship that they do have.

“Yes, unfortunately,” the Argonian replied, Nor’s gaze flicking briefly back into the cave’s interior and Ma’Jaara’s current spot before it returned to the view outside from his own position closer to the mouth of the cavern. A quiet sigh as he leaned back against the wall of rock. “Though if it’s any consolation at least the hail appears to have stopped.”

A rather severe furrowing of the assassin’s brow as he looks over the item. “Rather ugly little thing, isn’t it? I think it would have done better staying as a plant.”

A somewhat curious glance over at the other when such words are offered up, the Argonian thinking over his response before giving a small shake of his head in turn. “Cannot say that I have, at least in memory. Moreso...” A slight dip of the Argonian’s head this time. “At dusk I would say it is moreso a tiredness that falls over the space, and almost a sense of relief. Like the world knows that it is being given a chance to rest before the sun breaks anew on another day.”

And I think that she is a good alchemist.

Being surrounded by Imperial soldiers. Not so much in the sense of they’re after him, but moreso Nor just happens to be in the middle of a large grouping on them. It would certainly be enough to make Nor start sweating bullets, if just because one screw-up and it’s over. Tis one of the reasons why he doesn’t always like visiting Solitude.