Her tail softly bounced up and down on the guar's back as it strode along a small, muddy path. Most would find the swarms of insects, damp air, and dangerous conditions of Argonia quite hellish – but it was her home. As the two approached the small mud house, the guar let out a small huff.
"I know, I know. We're almost there." She said, softly patting the guar's speckled green head. Stopping in the yard, the weary Argonian slid off, feeding him a small handful of grass. Slowly opening the door, she stumbled inside, barely having time to undress before collapsing into sleep on her reed-woven bed.
The horns of battle blared loudly in her ears, mixed with the shouts of men and mer alike and the harsh, ringing sounds made as blade met blade. She found herself lying on her back, face-up, before a massive giant of a man suddenly appeared over her.
"Come on, get up! You're going to get trampled!" He said frantically as he yanked her from the dirt, which now covered her. As soon as she was back on her feet she had a sword in her hand, and was charging forth to meet the enemy once more. But, aside from her disorientation, she felt… different - not like herself. Pushing it to the back of her mind, she kept running and nearly ran right past a short, stout Bosmer. They fought for what felt like hours, until she finally had the upper hand. Kicking him to the ground, she was about to deliver the final blow. Then, she heard a whistling, before a sharp, piercing pain struck her side. Looking down, her mind already starting to cloud, she could barely make out the shape of the arrow embedded in her chest, before falling to the ground. As she looked at the sky for the last time, a gilded boot suddenly appeared over her face.
Muz-Ja awoke covered in a cold sweat, breathing quickly and, for a moment, frantically looking around her small room as if still in combat. Taking a moment to compose herself, she looked at the window, and the beams of morning sunlight filtering through the leather curtains. Realizing the time, she quickly leapt out of bed and slipped into her sage green shirt, dark breeches, and equally dark leather boots. Grabbing her staff off of the wall she quickly ran out the door, slamming it shut behind her.
Sprinting down the mist-covered early morning streets of Stormhold, she arrived at the large Ayleid ruins housing the Mage's Guild out of breath, before descending the long, stone stairwell into the main chamber. Greeting the tired Argonian was her - Mileeta Maggulus, Master Wizard of Stormhold, and Muz-Ja's mentor. Tail swishing across the floor slowly, she suddenly stood up from the small wooden stool on which she was sitting.
"Finally! I was starting to get scared! Are you okay? This is pretty late, even for you, and I-" She paused, looking at the exhausted girl.
"You were asleep, weren't you?" She said, crossing her arms with a questioning expression.
"No! I, uh…." Muz-Ja paused, trying to think of an excuse, before sighing and looking down at the mossy stone floor.
"…yes, I was asleep. I didn't mean to be though!".
Giving her a questioning look before waving away the thought and turning around to walk away, she replied "Well, no matter. Let's get started!"