Neeja-Meen was on her way from Falkreath to Solitude. But instead of walking or stealing a horse like she usually does, she hired a carriage. Better this so people don't start hating their so called hero, she thought to herself in boredom. She had already saved people from Alduin, vampires, and an evil Dovahkiin. People still want things from me after all i've done, can't a khajiit get a break! she mentally yelled to herself. The carriage driver wasn't one for conversation as every attempt led to him making a "Hmf" noise.
After several hours of travel she could still smell the stench of death from Falkreath. They had picked up another traveler, a traveling bard, he called himself. Better conversation then the driver but not the best as he sang like a dieing elk, and most of what he did was sing. Many others travelled the roads but one family of travellers caught her eye.
"Hey stop real quick," she said to the driver. He pulled to a stop by the family, it was definitely a strange family. A female high elf and a male nord, obviously married. The High elf carried a baby argonian and had two children with her, a dark elf and wood elf. Stranger still there was a female khajiit about the same age as Neeja-Meen.
"Need a ride?" The driver asked, mostly looking for coin.
"Yes that would be nice, we're going to Solitude." the nord said handing the driver his coin. They tried to get a chest on the carriage but couldn't lift it all the way. Neeja-Meen helped by pulling it aboard for them they mumbled thanks and got aboard. Neeja-meen decided to walk as her legs had fallen asleep, her excuse was to help guard them all.
"So, what's your name?" asked the young wood elf, "I'm Aranor, you can call me Aran."
"Names Neeja-Meen," she said gaining a few confused gazes, "I was adopted by an Argonian family."
"Im Salina Aldvar" said the dark elf she was smiling with her brother Aran.
"Great to meet you I take it these are your parents, big sister, and your baby brother?" Neeja-Meen asked looking at the baby.
"Yeah! His name is Juuni, and our big sisters name is Shamiri," Aran said enthusiastically.
"Wait, why are you walking?" asked Aldvar.
"Honestly my legs fell asleep," Neeja-Meen says with a smile, "Too used to walking and running I suppose."
The nodded understanding, the High elf turned to her and shyly asked, "You're the dragonborn right?" Neeja-Meen nodded.
"Please call me Neeja, its easier than my full name." The high elf nodded and smiled.
"I'm Carahil and this is my husband Roliand Wolf-heart," the nord man nods at Neeja, clearly disliking her. Neeja takes off her daedric helmet and smiles.
"Sorry for never taking that off, i'm way too used to being quiet and alone I guess." As Neeja says this Roliand looks at her and raises an eyebrow.
"How long have you been alone exactly?" he asks with worry on his face. Neeja counts on her hands.
"Oh wow about two and a half years," she lowers her ears, "and im just now realizing that I haven't written to my parents like i promised." Saying this she rummages through her bag in search of paper and ink. Not finding any she groans.
"My parents are probably worried that im dead, or worse." Neeja sighs then suddenly theres a hand on her shoulder she looks over her shoulder and sees Shamiri.
"Don't worry im sure their fine and have heard of your adventures, its hard not to." Shamiri smiles a bit and so does Neeja.
"Thanks but im still gonna write to them just in case." Shamiri nods and jumps back on the carriage.
Only about a day and a half left before they reach Solitude. Only a day and a half left before a whole new story.