Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-29461586-20150527045136/@comment-5583506-20150528013512

(Alright, let's get started. But, Senpai, please. No more three years time jumps without a heads up. It's dangerous to travel in time like that. Scientists theorise that if you somehow were to see yourself in the future it would cause such a catastrophical paradox which would result in the imminent destruction of the space/time - continuum. So, let's not do that again.)

During the three years that had passed Najiima was able to get herself a job at the local fishery as well as a somewhat decent shack that didn't have the stench of cod and salmon all over it. She still had no memory of what had truly happened before the day she had arrived in a crate from Elsweyr. And she had no intention of finding out. Considering her scars, it was perhaps a past better to be forgotten?

She was however grateful to Scire. If it hadn't been for the Dunmer whom had taught her everything she knew about the daily life in Daggerfall, she would still be living on the streets like a beggar. She would often wonder where had gone off to whenever she was working. He was always on the move, but often refrained from telling her where he was headed and when he would return... if he returned.

Her eye hadn't hurt as much as of late. There were moments when she could feel some sort of sting on the back of the blue one, but when she had visited a local healer, he had simply told her that there was nothing wrong with her physically, but if her eye was indeed hurting it might have something to do with something she was surpressing in her sub-consciousness.

She couldn't imagine what that could possibly, but undeniably nothing good, seeing as she still had strange nightmares from time to time, depicting a very ominous band of Khajiits hurting civilians.