Kai: Hello all :D and David you ignored my question :( and yes I do plan to time skip of course! I'm not a idiot! This is just her backstory that is told beforehand like the Prologue says. And she's seven. XD I believe I did say that in Chapter 1. Anyways, glad you're enjoying yourself ^^ don't worry; she won't be a little kid for long, just backstory. And I did not know that Bob :o curse me for being a noob of the Elder Scrolls.

Chapter 3: Work Hard

Sleep was a wonderful thing. It felt so relaxing, and peaceful. The dreams were my own, my happy place. Like nothing had ever went wrong. Momma was there and we were happily living in our little house in the forest.

It felt so warm… Momma's arms always felt so warm.

But dreams never last. I woke softly, my mother's warmth gone to be replaced to the warmth of a bear skin blanket. A fire roaring in front of me; its flames licking at the air absently as it stayed trap in the furnace it was in, its coughing smoke seeping up and into the chimney above it.

I groggily, lifted my head a little, too comfortable to move fully. It was nice and warm, it wasn't Momma, but it was warm. It was similar to my old house… but the wood was more finely built and it had much more furniture.

I lay against a wall in a cocoon of blankets on a bed that felt soft to lie on. Beside my head was a little work desk, filled with maps and feathered pens. While a book case was pressed against the wall corner, that my feet pointed too with a table just in the between; though more in the middle of the room with four chairs around it to fit each side. The furnace had two stone made counters on either side with a bunch of pots and pans on top of them. The fire was also caressing a pot above it, obviously cooking some content inside.

The front door appeared to be in the middle of the wall where my head pointed at with the window on the left of it. While at least one painting hung from each wall; along with some kind of weapon like a sword or mace or even bows and arrows.

It was a well-made one room house it seemed.

My drowsy blue eyes continued to glance around and examine the house, my interest slowly growing more as the effects of sleep wore off. But I cuddled up closer in my cocoon. It was too warm to leave; very comfy and warm.

Yet how did I get here? Last thing I remember, I was in the snow. Wandering in the woods looking for Momma; who I hope is alright. Then I collapsed and went to sleep. I was so tired. So how did I end up here?

Suddenly, I heard the door creak open, my ears perking straight up and I rolled on my stomach and looked at the door from behind, eyes wide with curiosity.

There stood a creature I have never laid eyes on.

Unlike me, this creature did not have fur other than on its head around their mouth. It wore a tannish short sleeved shirt with dark reddish brown pants with black boots. Its 'fur' was a yellowish color, the fur on its head reaching to its neck and long bangs pulled slightly out of its face. Its face fur had a bit on its chin and its upper lip. Its lip being fuller of fur then the fur on its chin; which I found quite amusing looking.

It appeared to be that of a male. It smelled that way a least. His eyes were a light green, his bottom lip sticking out farther then his upper lip. A scar traced along his cheek bone then along his jawline. His hands appeared to be like a bears. So big and clumsy looking, but looked like they could easily break a bone in half. He was muscular, but was shorter then my Momma. Perhaps a head shorter and she was around 6'0 or so.

I blinked softly as I examined him up and down, my eyes sparking with curiosity, my tail giving that away by flicking back and forth ever so slowly. This creature… he looked like how Momma described the 'man' race; most likely a Nord. She did say Nords had mostly fair fur or hair so they call it.

The man walked over, rolling his shoulders backwards, while he carried a bowl. He then looked over at me, eyes blinking a bit in surprise. Though I instantly flinched back, my disappearing under the covers, but my blue eyes watched the Nord curiously.

Who was this Nord?

"I see your awake there little one. You had me a bit worried there. You're lucky you're a Khajiit and have some fur. Since those clothes won't do you any good." The Nord said, giving a throaty cheerful laugh.

His voice was pretty deep, yet young.

My eyes watched him curiously but cautiously. Momma always said not to talk to strangers, and I wasn't sure who this Nord was.

The man looked at me curiously and I watched as his lips twitched upward in a smile. His whiskers lightly twitched as his light green eyes examined me.

"It's alright there; I'm not going to hurt you or nothing. Here, are you hungry? You must be, you could use something warm after standing out there in the cold for who knows how long. You're lucky your pretty small and easy to carry ya know?" he said, going over to the pot over the fire, stirring the contents inside and putting some in a wooden bowl with a spoon.

He then walked over to me and held out the bowl, offering it to me.

"Come on now. It will help warm you up and fill up that little belly of yours." He urged gently.

I blinked a bit, slightly poking my head out of the blankets. Sniffing at the warm and mouthwatering content; I was hungry. I glanced up at the Nord's face; it looked friendly, so my hands reached out from under the blankets to grab the bowl. Eagerly using the spoon and eating the soup.

The Nord smiled and chuckled, watching as I eagerly ate, getting the soup all over my muzzle.

"There, bet you feel better now huh? Names Rognark. What's yours?" he asked, taking a chair from the table then sitting down in front of the bed, looking at me curiously.

I hesitated for a moment, spoon trapped between my lips. My blue eyes looked at him with hesitance. He seemed nice though, so I suppose telling my name wouldn't hurt. Hope Momma isn't mad at me.

"…Kyra…" I squeaked out a bit, taking another sip of soup.

Rognark looked thoughtfully at that me for a moment. "Hmm I see… where are your parents or clan? Khajiit usually are in clans." He questioned, taking a sip of soup.

I blinked softly, my tail flicking a bit from under the covers, but I sat up a bit more, feeling a bit more at ease. Though my whiskers twitched with uncertainty and worry at the question being currently asked; I wasn't sure where Momma was and she never told me why exactly why we didn't live with others of our kind.

"….I don't have a clan, me and Momma lived all by ourselves…. But our house is on fire… or was… Momma hasn't come for me yet… She'll be here soon though!" I chirped, ears perked at the thought. Momma would come soon, she always did. "And Momma will be very happy that I'm okay. I think she'll be happy you took care of me!" I said, my bright smile never fading.

The Nord seemed to look thoughtful on that, but he gave a nod. Though something in his eyes told me something was troubling him. But I paid it no mind because I didn't know what it meant.

"I see. Well till then, your better off staying here for awhile. It's awfully cold out and it will be easier for your Mom to find you." Rognark said with a hearty grin.

I smiled brightly then looked around, looking at the weapons with interest.

"Sir.." I started till I was interrupted.

"Feh! Sir makes me sound old! Rognark is fine!" he laughed loudly.

"Okay… Rognark. Are all these things yours?" I asked blinking.

He pondered on that for a moment. "Hmm yes they are, but most of my weapons are in the shed." He mused then blinked, as if getting a idea, then he looked towards me. "You don't perhaps know how to use any?"

I blinked a bit and shook my head. "No… Momma had a bow and arrow though. But she never wanted me to touch it." I answered.

Rognark snorted slightly at that. "Well, that won't do. You know everyone should know how to hold a weapon, even Khajiits." He said.

My eyes gazed at him with confusion. Curious what he meant by 'even Khajiits.' Apparently, he saw my confused expression and soon explained himself on the matter.

"Khajiits use their claws as weapons mostly." He chuckled, seeming to find my lack of knowledge of my own kind a bit funny.

"Come on now, now that you're warm. Do you want some lessons on some weapons? You'll probably need them." He smirked.

I blinked a bit, then my lips curled into a excited smile. "Yes! Yes!" I cheered; my curiosity and excitement reaching their peek as I leapt out of bed and placed the bowl on the table then turned and bolted to the door. I looked at the handle, leaping at it.

Though Rognark got it before me, opening it for me as he grinned with amusement; watching me bolt outside in the snow. "Whoa there tiger, don't want to fall do you?" he laughed.

I giggled softly and danced about, waving my arms high in the air. My tail waving from side to side as I stopped to stare up at him with questioning eyes.

"Oh can I swing a sword? That would be so cool!" I chirped.

The Nord shook his head though. "Hmm a wooden sword yes." He answered, chuckling as he watched me pout and my ears droop, tail flicking slightly in annoyance. "When your skilled enough, maybe one day. For now, you train with wooden swords. Here, try this bow and arrow. It's a little big for you, but I think you'll manage." He said, going to a small shed just to the left. He soon brought out a simple bow with a couple of light arrows.

"Here try these. And hit that tree over there." he said, pointing to a tree just about fifteen feet from us.

I blinked, taking the bow softly. I aimed carefully towards the tree, pulling as far back as I could on the string, though only half way then it should be, and let it loose. The arrow went lazily up in the air then fell back down. I pouted as Ragnork laughed. I looked up at him curiously as he started to speak.

"Don't worry kid, you'll get there."