Alexandra narrowed in on her target, the string pulling against her fingers. As she let out a calming breath a small cloud escaped her lips due to the cold. She nuzzled farther into her scarf to keep her nose warm then let go. A perfect shot.

She did once more, only this time aiming down towards the dummy's stomach. She let the string free and the arrow flew into the red dot. She smiled behind the fabric then glanced down at her hands. Her fingers were numb and red from the cold. Yet somehow she didn't mind.

" Perhaps it's time to come inside." Aela called from behind her. Alexandra turned, her ponytail moving along with the movement. She gave a smile, her rosy cheeks peeking out from her scarf.
" I suppose a warm bowl of stew sounds nice."

Aela stood with her arms crossed and a inviting look on her face. Alexandra hooked her bow onto her back then quickly retrieved her arrows before stepping up to the door. Inside the instant warmth of the fire welcomed her. Her froze hands slowly worked at unwrapping her scarf before setting it on a nearby chair.

Farkas turned from talking to his brother and spotted her as she sat down. For a moment she didn't seem to notice them then her eyes flickered to him.

" Hey Farkas, any new jobs?" She asked.
" Nah. Everyone seems to be in a kind mood with Christmas around the corner." He answered. Next to him he felt Vilkas's eyes settle on her. He knew that there had always been some sort of liking his brother had towards her but somehow this look irritated him.

" That's good to hear. It's about time everyone is happy since the war has been going on." She smiled softly. Farkas took a moment to notice the way her eyes smiled along with her lips. It was hard to believe that she was the same woman he saw out on the battle field. Normally she was so kind and caring but at the same time she was so strong and deadly. It somehow never managed to make sense in his mind.

" What should we do for Christmas?" Ria asked as she stepped into the room. " We haven't had a day off all year. I mean, it's not bad helping but it would be nice to take some time to ourselves."

" The girl's right. You all work way too hard." Tilma commented as she sat down a bowls of soup in front of them.

" That actually doesn't sound too bad to be honest. Maybe go do some hunting, come back and enjoy some time relaxing." Aela started as her thoughts played through in her mind.

" You would hunt all day if you had the choice too Aela." Alexandra teased as she took a spoonful of her soup.

" Well you would have your nose constantly stuck up a book if you had it your way."

" I can't help myself." she admitted as she embarrassingly rubbed the back of her neck. Farkas began to remember when she first stumbled into Whiterun and met her when she helped take down a giant with no hesitation. She looked exhausted, her skin paler if it was even possible and bags were heavy under her eyes. Wounds were scattered about and he could have sworn she had fought for her life. He hadn't know at the time she had.

When she first joined the companions she would constantly train and when she wasn't training she was reading. He remembered for hours she would stay up late eager to read the next page. He was glad to see she hadn't changed.

" Well what exactly would we have in mind?" He asked. They all sat in wonder. What could they do? Would they want to travel somewhere? Or perhaps staying at home would be best in case anyone needed home.

" I'm sure you all will think of something." Timla spoke as she sat down and started eating at a bowl of soup for herself. Alexandra stopped for a moment and thought. She really hadn't put much though into what she wanted to do for Christmas. Her eyes turned and landed on Farkas. He noticed and gave a secretive smile towards her direction. Alexandra blinked and was thrown from her train of thought before returning the action. She would definitely think of something to do for her men and she wouldn't stop until she did.


Alexandra stepped out of the cave and looked down at the amulet in her hand. Taking a deep breath she sheathed her sword and hung it around her neck. Then she started off through the woods.

She didn't really bother to rush back but she made sure she didn't take too long. The forest always seemed welcoming to her and it was even more beautiful when it snowed. As she finally found the road she stepped out and caught sight of a deer. It's head rose then it quickly turned and darted off. She tugged at her scarf and made her way back to Dawnstar.

Just on the outskirts of town she spotted the camp. There she saw a band of Khajiit settled in their camp, taking costumers as they came and went.

" Is Kharjo here?" She asked the woman who sat at the rim of the tent. She peered around an pointed to the rest of the tents circled around a fire.
" He should be over there."

She gave a polite thanks and walked around the corner. Instantly his ears perked up at the sound of her footsteps closing in. He turned from the fire and looked up at her, happy to see her alive and well.

" Here's your moon amulet." She spoke as she gracefully removed the amulet and held it out to him, showing that it was safe and in one piece. Kharjo's paws gently brushed against her fingertips as he took it back. She could have sworn she saw tears water up in his eyes.
" There it is! Ah . . . home . . . if you ever need the skills of a Khajiit warrior by your side, I would be honored to travel with you." He spoke as he happily slipped it over.

" It's nothing. I'm glad to help." she replied, " I must be going now. A trip back to Whiterun can take a while."

" Wait!" He rushed as he held out his hand." Please travel with us. We are setting out to Whiterun at the break of dawn."
" It's only a day's travel." She reminded. He gave a small flick of a tail as he continued talking to her. He was determined to not let her walk back alone.
" Please. We will protect you on the way back. I only wish for you to have a safe return home."

Alexandra stopped for a moment and thought. It was getting dark, it wouldn't be wise to return home with the wolves out lurking.
" Alright, I'll stay."
Kharjo let a relieved sigh and his shoulders dropped. Her eyes quickly passed by him and to the tents. She'd have to stay in the inn until dawn. So she sat and enjoyed a wonderful meal with them, taking in the warmth of the fire. Surprisingly, they were all very accepting of her. They had trusted her with nearly every bone in their body and quite frankly it was interesting to listen to their stories.

" Do you celebrate Christmas?" She asked as Kharjo poured her some more soup in her bowl.

" Of course, we love it just as much as the rest of the people in Skryim." Ahkari answered from across the fire pit.

" Do you spend your days traveling even during the holiday?"

" We often find a cabin, if such a person is willing to rent to us, and spend the days there. Often enjoying rituals of our homeland." Zaynabi chimed in.
" It sounds wonderful."

And she truly meant it. Kharjo could tell she did.