A Khajiit thief meets a Nord maid, both of them have a gift for Pickpocketing, these are the tales of their mischief. This is my first fanfiction so I hope you enjoy!
Zha'ri sighed as she approached the little town. It was small with only a few shops, but it was enough. She grinned. People were bustling about, going on with their lives.
She walked down the path casually watching the guards. Finally when they were all looking away she bumped into a snooty looking high elf, snatching his coin purse. He glared at her.
"Watch where you going, cat." he snarled, storming away. She smiled at his back, it was to easy.
Zha'ri had fun emptying the pockets of her unsuspecting victims. The satisfying weight of their gold hanging in her pouch. She enjoyed the thrill, it was her life. She even gathered the courage to steal a ring off a guard's finger. Little towns were too easy, Zha'ri wanted to try big cities but the guards never let her in. She kicked a rock in frustration. Her spine tingled, she spun around but no one was behind her. Yet she had the strange feeling of being watched. She shrugged. It's not like she was staying very long.
Her tail flicked from side to side. She was getting hungry. Taking a final coin purse from some random nord woman, Zha'ri decided she would stay the night at the local inn.
It was brightly light with a big fire pit in the center. Her mouth watered as the smell of chicken hit her nose. She bought a small dinner from a man behind a counter at the back of the room. Her dinner consisted of salmon, mammoth cheese, and a sweet roll. She sat at one of the tables as far away from the other customers as possible. They we all Nords men getting drunk of the newest ales and wines. The sheer smell of them made her eyes water.
After eating Zha'ri walked up to the man behind the counter once again. The man standing behind it was relatively tall, balding, with dull grey eyes.
"Welcome to Frostfruit inn." He said in a somewhat bored voice.
"Zha'ri would like to rent a room." she smiled.
"That will be ten septims," he droned "and keep your paws to yourself." he added looking at her full coin purse.
"Where is this one's room?" she asked ignoring his last sentence. It was already too late for that.
"Jytia will show you." he gestured to a short girl sweeping in the corner. She pushed her hair out of her face and hurried over. The innkeep nodded at her and the girl pulled Zha'ri to a door on the right.
It was a small room with a cot in the corner, a scratched mirror on the right wall, and a chest in the opposite corner. Placing her bag on the cot, Zha'ri turned to close the door only to find olnly the girl had not moved. She eyes stared unwavering into the khajiit's.
"What is it? Cat's got your tongue?" Zha'ri asked, smiling. The girl giggled.
"Um, i was wondering if i could ask you a question?" she looked down at her feet nervously.
"Go on."
"So you're an explorer right?"
"Of a sort."
"What's it like to be free like that? No rules. No cares. It must be wonderful."
"Zha'ri would not give it up for anything." she replied earnestly.
"Ever since i was a little girl i've wanted to be an adventurer like you. Not some stupid maid." Jytia said hopefully.
"Zha'ri travels alone."
"Would you rather travel with me? Or would you rather be stuck in prison for a few years for theft." Lytia asked, eyebrows raised.
"Zha'ri has done nothing wrong." she said calmly.
"Oh ya?" Jytia challenged. "Than whats this?' in her hand was the amethyst ring Zha'ri had stolen off of the sleeping guard.
"Damn." she murmured. Then an idea struck her. A very bad idea. "Seems you got the gift. Zha'ri could use talent like that…" she wondered aloud.
"Please let me go with you!" the girl pleaded "I need to get out of this wretched town!"
"Fine, we leave at dawn" Zha'ri murmured.
"Thank you!" the girl cried as she ran from the room. Zha'ri closed the door behind her.
Sighing Zha'ri clambered into bed. Catching sight of herself in the dirty mirror. Her black fur blended with the shadows, her white hair dreadlocked down her back, the candle light causing her nose ring to shine along with the moonstone on her forehead. And finally her moon like eyes staring back at her.
Looking up at the ceiling Zha'ri closed her eyes, dreading the approaching dawn.