The young girl sat up on her bed, wrapping her scarf over her lower face. "Mom, I'm going out!" A muted reply came and the girl nodded, going out the room then out the door. Sand blew in her face, and she covered her eyes with a hand.
A passing Khajiit called out to her with a kind wave. "Windy day in Elswyr, young one. Be wary."
The girl nodded. "Thanks, M'aiq. I'll keep that in mind." She continued to walk on her way, headed to the caravans that had gathered at the edge of her town. She pulled a small jar out of her bag she had bought earlier, and stepped up to her favorite trader.
The trader looked up. "Ah, young Ferra Sylan. Great to see you again."
Ferra smiled, her scarf blocking the her mouth and nose. "Hey, Malik. I have your Moonsugar. Do you have my book?"
Malik nodded at the young girl. "Yes, I do miss Sylan. This is a hard book to find." He held out a red bound book. "Y'know, these fiction books are hard to come by. And you're my best-selling customer."
Ferra sighed and exchanged the Moonsugar for the book. "Just don't go overboard with this stuff. Mother made it very strong."
Malik laughed. "Don't worry, I won't. Run back to your mother now." The Khajiit then put a hand to his chin. "Y'know, you have never shown your face to me before, though I've known you for years. Why is that?"
Ferra blinked. "Um... I'm not allowed to show my face... people here find it strange... sorry." She ran off.
Malik scratched his head. "What did I say wrong? Well... I hope she's fine."
As soon as Ferra made it inside her house, she tore off her scarf, revealing a human face under it. "Why... why did I run like that?"
Ferra's mother walked up to her. "Ferra, are you okay?"
Ferra nodded, hugging her Khajiit mother. "I'm fine... just Merchant Malik asked a question... and I felt I had to run."
Her mother patted Ferra on her head, smiling at her. "That's normal for someone like you, Ferra. You're different. You're neither Human nor Khajiit."
Ferra nodded, her cat ears twitching. "Yeah... I know."
Ferra's mother smiled. "So, have you decided on what you want to do yet, Ferra Sylan?"
Ferra nodded. "I... I want to go to the Bard's College, in Skyrim. I want to meet the author of my favorite books... so I can get pointers and become a writer myself."
Ferra's mother nodded, handing the girl a dagger. "Then go. I'll wait here for the day you return to Elswyr."
Ferra nodded, wrapping her scarf around her face again. "Thanks mom..." She left through the door, her mind set forward on its goal.