Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-24736819-20150507072752/@comment-5583506-20150827171304

It had been a long time since Kashmira had seen Kyrie. Months... Ra'Danji had been looking after her during all that time, taking his responsibility... As of late Kashmira had been having strange thoughts about Kyrie coming back one of these days. And when she did, there would be nowhere to run. Especially not in the condition she was in now.

And just as she expected, when she was washing the plates after a dinner, she found Kyrie standing in the doorway; sword out and an almost apathetic expression on her face.

"I knew you would be back", said Kashmira with a sigh, wrapping a robe around herself. "There is nothing that can hold a good Jun back from her duty."

"Draw you sword", said Kyrie sternly.

The Khajiit shrugged, but she did not smile. "I... I wish I could. But Ra'Danji asked me to put that aside when I..."

"Draw your sword", repeated Kyrie, making it clear for Kashmira that there could be no arguments.

"I can't", murmured Kashmira.

"Then I will cut you down where you stand. It won't be murder. It will be justice. And right now I..."

The Nord froze up. She saw what Kashmira was hiding underneath her robe.

Don't tell me that's what I think it is...

Kyrie looked back at Kashmira. The Khajiit had tears in her eyes, but those were not tears of someone fearing for her own life. Those were the tears of someone fearing for the life she was caring for inside of her...