Kyrain's P.O.V.
There were muffled voices somewhere... I opened my eyes ready to face another day in the small town I called home. When I opened my eyes though, instead of meeting the cracked, broken, and splintered roof- not much of it was left- I was met with dark wood. Behind me was a window with soft purple curtains tied back.
There was a small fireplace in the right corner of the room.
I sat up trying to remember what had happened the night before.
"What do you mean the old hag wants me to deliver it myself!?"
My sensitive ears flinched away from the loud voice, but flipped back intent on listening.
"I don't know, but she requested that her "savior" bring it to her so she can thank them."
"I have a kid that I have to take care of! I can't just go out on random adventures and leave him here!"
'Oh... that's right...' images flashed in my mind, 'the old man...'
I had sold my locket to him for some money, but I just couldn't take the guilt. When I went back, the man told me no refunds and started pushing me to the door.
I saw it on one of the shelves... so I grabbed it and ran.
And then... the elf woman...
I remember her killing the old man... then we rode a horse... and then ate supper...
"You'll have to take it up with Farkas, I'm just the messenger."
I heard the door slam and frustrated sigh from the woman.
She ascended the creaky stairs and stopped outside the door.
She knocked...
"C'mon kid... I know you couldn't've slept through that exchange..."
Without waiting for an answer the goldish brown door was pushed aside to reveal a disheveled looking elf.
She stared at me for a few seconds and walked to the dresser to my left.
"Here," she kneeled down beside the bed and put some clothes near me, "you get dressed and then we can go out to breakfast... how does that sound?"
"Whatever you want to do, miss." My voice was scratchy and dry.
"No." she gave me a pointed look, "no miss', mams', or... anything else!"
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I got dressed and went downstairs to meet my host. I looked around at the furnished house; it was clean for the most part, but books were stuffed into every cabinet, dresser, nook, and cranny. She must love books. Cups and plates half full of food or drink lay on every table.
There was a running down the wooden stairs and a thump at the base.
"Alright," she strutted in wearing spiked, black shoulder armor that covered the top half of her chest and tied together at her cleavage. Her stomach was covered by a tough, black leather that tied in the back in a corset fashion; she wore simple light brown leggings with dark brown boots.
I looked at her boots which had a shiny metal on the tips.
She noticed me staring, "ah! Yeah I get a lot of questions about that, but actually," she lifted one foot to show that the whole bottom of the foot was covered with the shiny metal. "It's steel that I bent into the shape of the shoe." She sat her foot back down, "helps with the men who think they can get away with whatever they want."
"You fight people?" I was the luckiest kitten in all of Skyrim to have an adventurer in front of me right now-willing to take me places, too."
She smiled and laughed, "yep! They don't see it coming. Some think women can't fight, but, let me tell you, some of these guards need more lessons."
She clapped her hands together, "well, we don't want to stay here all day, now do we?" I shook my head, "then follow me!"
She turned on her heal- nearly tripping over a vase- and we headed out.
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Little Kitten
FanfictionWhile on a job, Cylnia, finds a khajiit kitten and decides to take in the fury kitten. they travel all over Skyrim on an emotional roller-coaster; looking for adventure.
