Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24141785-20150608200409/@comment-5583506-20150609161114

(Flashback time!)

"Mommy! Mommy!" chirped the little kid and ran down the dusty gravel road.

Ra'Mira crouched down to embrace her daughter as the cub wrapped her little arms tightly around her neck. "Hey there, Ra'Mira's little sweetness!" she said and placed numerous kisses on the girl's forehead. "Look, how big you have grown!"

"And Kirri is still growing!" smiled the girl.

"Sure you are", purred Ra'Mira and hugged the girl again. "Go on in. This one will be with you shortly."

Kirri nodded and skipped her way back to the building. In the door opening stood an elderly Khajiit woman and smiled somberly as she watched her great grand-daughter pass her by, seemingly unaffected by the troubles of the world.

"You are back", said the old woman.

"This one is", confirmed Ra'Mira and closed the iron gate behind her.

"Any luck in finding him?"

Ra'Mira shook her head. "No. Khajiit isn't entirely sure that she wants to find him either."

"Why wouldn't you be? Have you forgotten what that man did to my son? To your father? Have you forgotten what he did to you?"

"How could she?" growled Ra'Mira lowly. "The memories still haunts this one because you will not simply stop reminding Khajiit of that night. Ra'Mira still remembers how they came to our house... She remembers how they destroyed everything."

She made a disgusted grimace. "She still remembers Dro'Kanji's forceful thrusts..."

"This one is sorry", said Man'Ja. "She shouldn't have brought it up as soon as you got home."

Ra'Mira sighed and started walking up towards her. "But you know what makes it all up for it?" She made a subtle nod towards Kirri, happily running around in circles inside the house and was trying to catch something only visible through the imagination of a child. "Kirri. This one's little sweetheart. Ra'Mira was told to get rid off her as soon as she was concieved. They claimed that she was a product of evil."

She shook her head in ignorance. "How could she possibly be a product of evil if it was this one who gave birth to her?"

Man'Ja smiled. "This one is glad that you made that decision. You might have been too young to have a child, but you are acting far more experienced than any other parent Khajiit know of."

Then her smile faded. "But this one suppose that you will not be staying for long, no?"

Ra'Mira sighed and shook her head. "This one can't. She have a new assignment in Cyrodiil. And upon further questioning of local criminals she found out that Dro'Kanji might just be located there as well."

The young mother leered at Man'Ja. "Has she... has she asked?"

"About what?"

"You know?"

Man'Ja shook her head. "No. Not in the way you would think. The question has occurred of course. She has been wondering who her father is. This one believes that she suspects something. She is far more clever than one could hope for."

Ra'Mira sighed. "Well, Khajiit simply can't tell her that her mother is part-time looking for her father so that she might kill him. That's not something you would tell a child. She wouldn't understand."

She shrugged. "By the Moons, she doesn't even understand where babies come from. And that suits this one just fine for now."

The elderly Khajiit nodded in understanding. "So... how long will my grand-daughter stay? Kirri has been impatiently waiting for your return. It would be a shame to leave so soon again."

"Ra'Mira suppose that she could stay for a week or two, but then she must part again. The gold she made recently should be enough to sustain you both for three months, and hopefully Khajiit will be back before that time has passed."

Kirri stopped her playing and looked at her mother and smiled cheerfully.

Ra'Mira smiled back. "I will bring her back something pretty next time", she said to her grand-mother.

Rokhan hadn't moved an inch since he had seated himself on the rock. His eyes were still fixed on the tomb entrance as if he expected the horde of draugr to break through and overrun them any second.