Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20141208164428/@comment-5583506-20150112212035

"Are you hurt?" asked a healer.

Kyrie merely shook her head and stroke her late Master's crossed hands. Actually she was quite hurt, but she didn't want to be bothered when she was paying her respects

"It's a shame", lamented the healer. "Ran'Jinro was a good man. A wise man. He was loved by all the Apprentices and he always gave good advice. The Vul will pay dearly for what they have done."

"How?" she asked.

"Huh?"

"Look around. Our numbers are dwindling. The Masters and the Knights all fled the coop and left us here utterly defenseless. What you see here wasn't just a devastating defeat, it was most likely the final blow to all that the Jun stand for. Those few Apprentices who have survived are incapable of further fighting as they have either lost a limb or two. Some of them will never walk again and some of them are too scarred mentally to ever dare to touch a sword again."

"Come now", said the healer. "Don't be so grim. We will bounce back. As soon as the Masters return things will return to the way they were."

"How could they?!" snarled Kyrie. "We were just massacred in our own headquarters! Our own home! While the people responsible for the well-being of these victims were out fighting another war, when the war was right here all along! Tell me: how can things ever return to the way they were?"

The healer opened his mouth as if he wanted to say something, but remained silent. "I will... I will go and check on some of the others."

-

Si'Tarri suspected something. She could tell it by the way she was looking at them by the dinner table. It wasn't a judgmental look however, it was more of a mischievous glare mixed with happiness for their well-being. It was clear that Si'Tarri's brother obviously hadn't really been all that lucky with women.

Her husband Khaen'Ra knew something as well, but never showed it. Only Rahjin remained ignorant of the fact that something was up between his uncle and the newcomer known as Sunshine.

She, herself, wished that it had been something more than just one steamy embrace in the pond. She wanted to be kissed by him again, but they hadn't really had the time since back then. She didn't really know why they had made such a big secret out of it. The way they interacted with each other during the daytime and while they were working in the fields or the pasture, left little to suspicion.

While she was together with him, he could tell her all kinds of raunchy jokes and amazing stories from before the time of their bandit overlords. Eventually he took the opportunity to hug her every now and then and place a kiss on each of her cheeks. Apparently Ra'Danji's ancestor had been a slave in Morrowind, working on a plantage. But when the slavery was abolished his former masters had given their loyal servant a small piece of land to call his own, as thanks for all the hard years of service. All the knowledge Ra'Danji and his kin possessed about farming came from him, and now he taught it to her.

"I think I will go to bed early this evening", she said and left the dinner table. "Good night to you all. Si'Tarri, Khaen'Ra, Rahjin, uhm... Ra'Danji."

Ra'Danji smiled and made a small nod as he watched her disappear up the staircase.

Khaen'Ra took his son underneath one of his bulky arms and carried the persistent cub to his bedchamber, while Rahjin fought back aggressively and tried to bite his father. "Hush you, little cub", said Khaen'Ra. "It's past your bedtime as well."

Now there were only Si'Tarri and her brother left by the dinner table.

The sister smirked. "You are quite fond of her, aren't you?"

"Who isn't?" he replied to his defense. "She fought back an entire horde of bandits herself. With a broken pitchfork, no less!"

Si'Tarri shrugged. "Yeah, I know, but don't you... don't you think that is quite odd? Look at her. She looks far too... how should I put it? She looks like she hasn't exactly lived a hard life like us, scraping by to survive. No. That woman has been raised by having her dinner served to her on a plate. Silver, no doubt."

"So? Is that a bad thing? She is with us now. No silver plates here and she knows this. I am afraid I don't see your point in this, sis."

Si'Tarri held up a finger to give emphasis to her meaning. "My point is that you shouldn't make yourself all that comfortable with her before you know who she truly is. She may have lost her memory, but what if it comes back and it turns out that the Khajiit she used to be isn't the woman you are so fond of right now, but someone far more worse? I mean, she did defeat an entire horde of bandits with a broken pitchfork. What does that tell you?"

He raised a wooden cup of wine and drank it all down in one chug. "It tells me that if she knows how to fight like that, I strongly doubt that she was served dinner on silver plates."

Si'Tarri slowly nodded and was silent for a brief moment. "Have you slept with her yet?"

Ra'Danji spat out all the wine. "What?! No! And even if I had, why do you care?"

His sister snickered and made a gesture for him to calm himself. "You are so easily upset. Calm down. It's just an honest question, doesn't that deserve an honest answer?"

The brother was not amused. "And I said no." He then corrected himself on the chair. "We... I... uhm... we were... close to, but..."

Si'Tarri leaned in over the table and rested her head on her arms. "But?"

He scratched himself on the neck while he tried to find the correct words. "I... felt it was a bit rushed."

His sister laughed out loud. "Rushed? You have only known the girl for a couple of weeks. Now you want to bed her and wed her and you call it rushed?"

He crossed his arms over the chest. "Look who's talking. You married Khaen'Ra after just one steamy night during the Harvest Festival."

She choked on her own laugh and then nodded. "True that. Best damn decision I have ever made in my entire life. I am not saying that 'rushed' is a bad thing, brother. It's just that it doesn't seem like you to... well... decline an opportunity like that.

He raised his shoulders. "She kind of looked quite scared as well. To be honest I think she is a maiden."

"Oh, come now! A maiden? That woman? How old is she?"

"Uhm... my age? Perhaps a year older? Perhaps a year younger? 26? 27? Something like that?"

Si'Tarri looked as if she was trying to puzzle together a mystery. "If someone with her looks and age is still a virgin, I can only deduce that she is of noble birth."

"Please", he said sarcastically. "Since when have you ever heard of a Khajiit of noble birth? Besides she curses and swears like a Nordic sailor! Sounds hardly like a little princess or noble woman to me."

"Hmm. Point taken", sighed Si'Tarri. "But what I wouldn't give to find out where she came from and who she is. Wouldn't you?"

He smiled. "Doesn't matter to me. I love her, that's all that matters. Everything will eventually come back to her in time."

"For better or for worse", added Si'Tarri. "Nah, I don't have time to sit around and blabber here all night. Time for bed. You should go to sleep as well. We are heading up early tomorrow."

As she ascended up the staircase while he still sat by the table she leaned over the banister. "Oh, and if you were to visit her room tonight. Make sure to keep it down, would you? Rahjin has been sleeping rather poorly these past couple of weeks."

"Oh, shut up you!" growled Ra'Danji as his sister headed up to the second floor with a mischievous smirk on her lips.