I was pulled gently from the Void, travelling through the realms to a place I knew well. I appeared in a flash of dark blue-purple light. I opened my eyes to see the land of Skyrim around me. My name is Lucien Lachance. I was once the Speaker for the Dark Brotherhood. Now, I'm just a soul, having been called to serve the current Listener.

"Lucien..."

I looked down. The...really embarrassed Listener was trying to tug her hands out of a tree. It seemed that she had her claws stuck in the thick wood.

"What seems the be the problem, dear Listener?" I asked anyway. I simply wanted to hear Listener talk.

"Um..." she started shyly. "I was hunting a bird that was near this tree and when I went to go jump at it, I flew away. I then got my claws stuck..." she said, her voice quivering.

"Would you like some help?"

Listener nodded. I crouched down and placed my cool hands onto her clawed ones. She stiffened and I inwardly sighed. I knew of her fear of the undead. Her ears will waver and her tail will wave around wildly. This was evident in nordic ruins. Listener would try to avoid the graves of the local nords and always wondered why they didn't simply put their dead in the ground, where it was more likely warmer.

Listener would walk with a wide ranged scan, warily looking around and jumping at any sound that sounded even vaguely like a groan of a draug or the echoness of a ghost. In order to not send her into a panic, I would have to stay silent and keep in range of her, to remind her that I am not an adversary.

Working her claws out of the tree, I stole a glance at my dear Listener. She was staring intently at my working hands, as if she was trying to imagine my flesh. As if with enough concentration , my cool hands will become warm and human. As if the 100 plus ghost will be transformed back to Lucien Lachance the Speaker, with enough concentration.

Soon enough, I worked out the last claw from the tree prison and as soon as I did, Listener snatched her hands away and bolted up. My hands lingered on the spot for a few instantaces before I stood up too.

"Um, thank you Lucien. F-for your help. Uh...you may return to the Dread Lord." she said, raising her hand to return me.

I placed my hand upon her shoulder, easily interrupting what she was doing."If you don't mind, dear Listener, I would like to stay." I said, silently hoping she'll let me.

Listener looked at me for a second, her glowing blue eyes wide. Her hands were slightly curled up with her arms close to her chest. I looked down at her, waiting for an answer. She was so small. Childlike almost.

"Um..sure! You can stay. If you like. I got to get to Falkreath now." she said, ears wavering. She turned on her heel and began to walk off, me following.

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The walk was uneventful. The occasional bear and wolf and that was it. I didn't mind. It was nice to have a quiet night. Upon reaching the hold of Falkreath, The Listener rented out a room for the night. It seemed warm and welcoming, but I wouldn't know...since I'm just a spirit.

"Um, Lucien? Would you like to return Void. I'm sure it will be more comfortable there." spoke the Listener. I raised my head to face the Listener. She somehow changed into some simple clothes very quickly.

"If you will have it. I would like to stay,dear Listener. I believe you'll be more protected...if anything happens." I said. I watched her for her reaction. None came.

"Oh...okay then. Good night." Listener put out the small light before slipping into bed. She didn't go to sleep. Instead, she turned to look at me. Simply watching me. I sat myself in a chair and averted my gaze to the door.

Soon, Listener couldn't stay awake for much longer and fell asleep. She wasn't relaxed, having a ghost in the same room as her. Made her uneasy, I assume.

After a few hours, I began to become curious. I have been around some khajiit in my life but I haven't took the time to actually look at them. There was a male khajiit but...that will be awkward. Turning my attention to Listener, I watched as the very tip of her tail began to twitch. Taking the small chance, I got up from my chair and sat myself at the edge of her bed near her head.

I felt the essence of heat radiate from the Listener's body. During the course of the hours, she somehow kicked the furs off her body, having them bunch up at the foot of the exposed her legs and tail. I peered at her face for the time.

Listener's face was slightly sharp at an angle. Ears were set high on the top of her head with thin fur covering them. I didn't see actual eyebrows but a few thick long white hair, resembling whiskers were sported. Her eyes were set in deep, making triangular shadows in the corner of her eyes. Her pink broad nose sat upon a slightly angular face(from above). Actual whiskers stuck out the front cheeks of Listener's face, all covered in smooth white-gray fur. Thick black hair, a small part in a ponytail, adorned the very top of her head and went down to her shoulders. Casting my sight down, I gently placed a cool hand on her arm. She twitched before lying still.

Listener's arms were fur ,skin, muscle, and bone. I could feel the tiny shifts of flesh as her fingers moved. Her slim torso was headed by slender but strong shoulders and a small flat midriff completed the rest. The small bit of thigh I could see looked strong and her lower legs were long in comparison. A long tail, which was scraping the floor at the moment, was covered in white and black striped fur and her feet was decorated with claws and black pads.

I began to remember the small things Listener did. The way her face will scrunch up when facing an enemy. Its quite scary. She had a certain way of walking, as if she was stalking something that was unseen. She would sometimes ramble off to The Keeper about this person, who I assumed to be her sister. I try to imagine dear Listener as a young cat. I bet she will be more adorable. Yes, Listener was an adorable person. Quite a contrast to the common folk around the lands of Skyrim. I began to absent mindly pet Listener's arm, getting lost in the small gray patterns on the limb.

My hand to travel upward to Listener's head, barely missing the thick white hairs on her cheeks and eyebrows. I rested my hand between her ears and began to do slow strokes down the back of her neck. It was comforting to me

Suddenly, the Listener shifted and I quickly retracted my arm. The khajiit then bent her torso towards me and rested her chin upon my lap, a tiny smile on her face.

I looked at her, my hands held up as to not bump her. I could feel her throat rumbling upon my leg, her purring soft and slow. I slowly placed my hand upon her head and continued to pet her, causing Listener to mew softly and tilt her head towards me. Like a cat.

I smiled at the cuteness.

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Yes, I haven't updated in a while. Hopefully this will make you happy. Up next...The Keeper!