Sk'maar was having a bad day. A bad hair day to be precise. It was simply a nightmare: after all, being a Khajiit, she could hardly just put a hat on it. She was now almost literally kicking herself. There were so many things she had wanted to do that day! Stupid genetics, making her have longer fur than normal. Honestly, how these unfortunate days impaired her life.
She walked over to the mirror, clothes in hand. They were her most concervative clothes; a simple black robe and a headband. The put them on, glancing at her reflection in the mirror. Sk'maar sighed. No luck. She still looked absolutely terrible. She grimaced.
She walked over the her bookshelf and picked a small pile of her favourite reads, resigning herself to a day inside.