Most found crossbreeds gross and an alien of society, Miola, only eleven years of age knew the feeling of being sneered at. She often worked in the meadow flowers into crowns, she loved it, and it reminded her that she could still pretend she was a princess even though nobody would want a crossbreed. She heard noises behind her; her instincts were on point from her khajiit dad. The footsteps were louder and faster coming towards her, panicking she found herself a tree stump and climbed in it to hide from whatever was coming towards her.
"Isran! Agmaer! You're never going to find me!" A voice yelled while climbing into the stump Miola was hiding in. The tree stump was big enough for maybe three strong nords to fit in comfortably, She stared at the boy hoping he wouldn't notice her. Her stealth was uncanny, she often figured how to pickpocket very well due to that skill. The boy must've been a few years older than she; he saw her yellow gleaming bright eyes and was instantly startled. When just about to scream she covered his mouth.
"Shhhh shhh shhhh, don't make a sound, I'm not going to hurt you…" She tried to reassure him. He was still in panic from seeing her yellow eyes which was often characterized with vampires. She continued "You have to win!"
She climbed out of the stump distracting the two other boys and having them chase after what they thought was their friend; Miola climbed up a tree watching them as they played.
"Celann, stop hiding you won!" Agmaer hollered. Celann climbed out of the stump then proceeded to tell his friends about the girl who was sitting in there and how he thought she was a vampire.
"Yellow eyes are also the characteristics of a khajiit, you know?" Isran exclaimed.
"No because her hands weren't furry they were like mine, rough and flakey." Celann argued.
"Well maybe she was a nord, but if she was why didn't she come play with us?" Agmaer cried.
"Girls are yucky, we are better off anyways!" Isran laughed. Miola stuffed her tail under her grey skirt and threw her bonnet on while in the tree, she slowly shimmied down and tried walking by the boys to get her basket and head back home but Agmaer tackled her.
"I got her guys!" Agmaer giggled.
"Get off me now!" Miola screamed.
"Agmaer, you did a good job!" Isran yelled while walking up with Celann. Celann shrugged and helped young girl up, Isran sternly stared.
"Thank'ya sir, I'd musta get'd along." Miola spoke in the most fake accent ever; Celann lifted her chin with his hand and she immediately closed her eyes.
"Not so fast, let me do something?" Celann spoke untying her bonnet but his hand was slapped. A woman close to her mid-thirties grabbed her and walked off. Celann just stared.