Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-5583506-20160112022353/@comment-5583506-20160118160545

The young Khajiit knelt beside a bed in which an elderly Khajiit woman was lying, badly damaged by burns.

"Hi there, mom", said Anhjari. "It's Anhjari."

There was barely any response from the old woman except for just a side glance at her daughter.

Anhjari smiled softly. "This one..."

''I am... ''she corrected herself internally. She always fell back into the old Khajiiti speech traditions when speaking with her.

"This one brought a dear friend with her", she said and motioned slightly for Astien to approach.