The first quest and her first impression
"Damn that's quite the sight" was the first thing I heard from her that didn't include killing, of course her attitude towards shadowy business surprises me and the easiness of her of just doing an action that would be considered immoral by others surprises and intrigues me. Overall she was an odd little elf but non-the less she was still a capable fighter. Cutting through the Draug in bleak falls barrow with my dagger and her with her bow made us a perfect team almost as if made to be "slash" I didn't feel the cut but I knew I had received damage.
"she is blocking my mind" I thought to myself, moving on from that crypt we found a trap, moving axes at high speeds ready to cut anyone who dared cross the path or that were unlucky enough to fall for them. I asked her to wait, it wasn't concern or distrust in her I just thought that losing those coins I paid was not worth it, or at least that is what I tried to convince myself of. I ran through the tunnel without suffering damage and deactivated the trap.
She seeing no more danger decided to proceeded but much more cautious than what I expected she was sneaking as if something bothered her, I did the same and we went ahead into another room, empty of enemies but at least had the urns which I've came to learn have gold, and gold means able to buy food. We went ahead and took all coin and garnets or other oddities. We found a pickaxe and a small river/stream.
Jenassa P.O.V:
My patron who's name I believe to be Nac're decided to lay down for a bit after escaping a prison I don't blame him for being tired, now a days I only rested in the drunken huntsman. Finally coming to a stop near a stream he decided to take a shower leaving me to make the bed rolls. Hearing him take of his armor I decided it was time to look for some food, luckily enough he had killed a deer and brought some apples, not a fancy meal but something is something in this caves.
I went to ask him if he wanted something else instead of fruit and meat, "I'm not concern for what he likes I only ask because he is my patron, caring is a wife's business" I thought out loud since no one could hear me. When I arrived to his location I couldn't stop my eyes from drifting down his body even if he had fur he was rather handsome. His legs well-built and developed, arms that could hold a sword in the air before cutting down through meat, and the chest and back full with rippling muscle that could easily embrace and kill a prey. Feeling myself stare to long I decided to clear my throat.
He turned around if not angry at least mildly annoyed at the fact I was interrupting him while he took his break, "do you like venison or goat leg?" I asked, seeing his expression soften caused my heart to race, not unpleasantly but quite the contrary. I stared at him until he smiled and lowered his ears softly as if not wanting to startle me, "Nac're believes goat leg is better", he smiled at me and waved me off with his tail, blushing again I went to cook the leg thinking of how that tail would feel around my waist. I smacked my face after seeing where my thoughts were going.
Nac're P.O.V:
"She is quite the woman", I thought, taking my hair lotion I started to rub it on my fur feeling the smell release the calm state that I needed in my body. I started to shiver and deducing I had enough with the freezing water I decided to come out and dry myself up. Contrary to popular thought we Khajit are not entirely cat like, we do shower and we do dry with towels. Putting my armor back I headed for the camp knowing meat would be waiting for me.
Nearing the clear area in which the camp was I smelled the goat and the venison being cooked. I approached sneaking "playing a prank won't kill us" I said to myself. Getting near her I was about to spring to action and scare the leaving talos out of her but she beat me to it, turning around fast and smacking me with a goat leg being half cooked. She was blushing madly and not from anger but of surprise at her crazy maneuver of self-defense.
Omnipresent P.O.V:
Nac're had a face of pure shock on his face while jenassa debated in being angry, surprised or both. Looking a bit longer Nac're stood up with cat-like grace (ironic huh?) and took the goat leg giving it a tentative glance, after finally seeing it still clean of fur he did the only thing that came to his mind in that second, he smacked (softly) the face of jenassa with the piece of meat and placed it on the fire to finish cooking.
Jenassa came out of her trance after being hit by the piece of meat, she glared daggers at her patron Nac're "what was that for?!" she yelled, "I didn't have water or a bucket to bring water with" was his reply. She glared at him for a long time and he did the same almost as if it was a contest. Both not daring to look away, too proud of themselves to give up, finally Nac're started to give little sounds and smiles until he burst out laughing, jenassa remembering the meat couldn't stop herself from doing the same.
Both of them already tired but with full bellies and happy memories decided to lay down and rest at least for some hours, having to fight those monsters and odd animals can drain the energy of any sensible warrior or even the most capable guard of skyrim. Going ahead and laying down on his bed roll Nac're closed his feline eyes and saw jenassa start to mine some iron ores, he didn't stop her but deep in his heart he felt a pang of guilt for not bringing another bed roll never really realizing he could get a companion soon enough.
Finally hearing her patron snore jenassa approached the fire and added more wood, poking it little by little as to prevent it from dying. Hearing some ruffling and odd noises she guessed it was him so decided to let it be. Some seconds passed and she heard it again, getting nervous she tried to think of possibilities. Once again a calming thought came to her, her patron had tried to play a prank so she would indulge him and make him believe she would fall and in the last second she would turn around and smack him hard.
After she heard the sounds of steps closer she turned and gave a big smack, the surprise and horror hit her like a pile of bricks, there in front of her a massive draught stood, having his sword and shield ready it looked at her as if death was just around the corner, and her having no way to defend herself readied for the worst. It lifted its arms ready to give the blow that would terminate her but it never arrived. Opening her eyes she dare say her heart started to get warm with gratitude, there behind the draug lifeless body was Nac're with his dagger through the back of the creature.
Jenassa felt her heart beating faster from surprise, excitement and what she dare say was pleasure, Nac're approached her and did what no man had ever done in her life, he hugged her tight keeping him near him, though in surprise she managed to hug him back and place her face on the crook of his neck inhaling his scent. She cried for the first time, for having death so close to her, and he just stood there holding her and dropping to his knees little by little and never letting go of her. He kissed her cheek; she didn't mind she just was happy he was there. Going to the bed roll she was about to leave him when he made the hug tighter as if telling her not to leave, she complied and went to bed at his side, his fur keeping her warm and his frame making a nice shelter for her form.
*For the first time two mercenaries had meet and it looked as if love would arise, but will it really become more than just attraction? We will see, thanks for reading.
