Dusk swept across the vast fields of the Drethen plantation, darkness creeping into the sky above as the sun descended to the west behind distant clouds. A cool, refreshing nightly breeze began to sail throughout the far reaches of the plantation grounds, gradually replacing the searing summer heat that had pervaded the air all day long.

K'Jhari wiped the sweat from his brow, taking but a brief moment to glance upon the darkening sky. He eagerly welcomed the much needed respite from the hot weather, shutting his eyes for several seconds as the gentle wind tickled his fur. As a Khajiit, a feeling of peace and serenity always filled K'Jhari whenever he laid eyes upon the glowing moons in the night sky. And so was the case this evening, the young Khajiit smiling to himself as he caught the first glimmers of pale moonlight slowly revealing itself on the dark horizon.

"Khajiit never thought he would be happy to be working in a field again," K'Jhari muttered, resuming his work that moment.

"I hear you, my friend," spoke Treads-Marshes, who was working only a couple feet beside him. The Khajiit and Argonian dragged their rakes through the dirt, smoothening the soil. A new batch of crops were designated to be planted in that spot, and so K'Jhari, Marsh, and roughly a dozen additional slaves had been tasked with tilling and ploughing the soil in preparation before the crops would actually be planted. This task had taken up the entire afternoon, the work strenuous and physically demanding as it always was, but K'Jhari almost didn't care. He would have taken this task over working in that ebony mine any day of the week. At least with this, he was once again able to enjoy the warm, fresh air.

"K'Jhari is curious as to why we were not chosen to work in the mine today," said the feline. With all the busy work going on today, this was the first chance K'Jhari and Marsh had to talk to each other all afternoon.

"So am I, but I can't say I'm about to complain," Marsh replied, wiping some sweat from his scales. "That mine was going to be the death of me. It's about time some other poor sods suffer the misery we've been forced to endure the past few weeks."

"Khajiit cannot say he disagrees," said K'Jhari. "Does Marsh find it strange that there has seemed to be less guards today?"

"Lord Alarys left for the city of Tear early this morning," Marsh answered. "Many of the plantation guards accompanied him, including Malisarr, thank the Hist."

"Ah yes, I was wondering why the fields were considerably more peaceful today," K'Jhari smiled.

"Lady Drethen has been running the plantation today in Lord Alarys's stead," said Marsh. "A day without Malisarr breathing down our necks at all hours of the day, punishing anyone at the absolute slightest whim, is a pleasant day indeed."

"K'Jhari will not argue with that, my friend," replied the Khajiit, and the two shared a friendly laugh.

The next ten or twenty minutes passed by in relative silence. Nightfall had almost completely descended upon the land, and K'Jhari knew that with that, the workday would soon be at an end.

No sooner had that thought crossed the Khajiit's mind, did the guards patrolling the fields and keeping watch over the working slaves signal the end of the day. The hundreds of slaves that comprised the Drethen plantation almost immediately ceased their work and began putting away their tools for the night, no doubt pleased to be finished another workday. Upon putting away their own tools, Marsh and K'Jhari merely watched the other slaves in silence for several minutes.

Upon the completion of every workday, all the slaves of the Drethen plantation were free to spend their remaining hours however they so wished. As long as nobody caused any sort of serious trouble or broke any of the plantation rules, the guards were lenient concerning whatever the slaves did with their free time and generally did not interfere.

Shortly after, the guards then began handing out the nightly rations from the storeroom to all the slaves of the plantation. The Khajiit and Argonian wasted no time and made their way over before they were left with the scraps.

Fortunately, Marsh and K'Jhari were the first ones at the storeroom, and they eagerly accepted their allotted portion of food and water.

"Wait, hold on," ordered the guard who gave them their food. Reaching behind the stockpile of rations, the guard took out two bottles of mead.

"Anyone asks, you didn't get these from me," said the Dunmer guard, handing them each one bottle.

"Umm, thank you," Marsh uttered, visibly surprised. K'Jhari was no less so.

Khajiit cannot remember the last time he tasted alcohol on his tongue, thought K'Jhari. They heartily accepted the drinks before continuing on their way.

"Oh by the Hist, they're even ice-cold," said a gleeful Marsh, who had wasted no time in opening his bottle. While the Argonian drank like a sailor, K'Jhari merely held the bottle against his face for several seconds, taking an elated breath as it cooled his black fur.

"What do you suppose was the reason for that guard giving us these?" K'Jhari asked.

"Who knows, and who bloody cares," Marsh answered, taking another hearty swig of his mead. "This is just what I needed." With that, K'Jhari then opened his own bottle and took a generous chug.

The vast majority of the slaves were now filing back to their shacks, no doubt most of them eager to get some much needed rest. K'Jhari and Marsh, on the other hand, decided to spend their free time outdoors, enjoying the peace and quiet of the young night. Coming to a relatively remote spot within the meadows, the Argonian and Khajiit sat down in the thick grass, watching the flickering stars while enjoying their food and drinks.

"K'Jhari! Marsh!" came Ashara's voice from the distance. Both of them smiled as the little grey Khajiit raced excitedly through the grass towards them.

"Ashara, there you are," said K'Jhari with much joy and relief, hugging his little sister warmly.

"Hi Marsh!" said Ashara, giving him a hug as well.

"Hello, little one," said the Argonian, smiling warmly at the girl.

"Hey, who are you calling little?" Ashara replied, giving Marsh a playful nudge on the shoulder.

Marsh let out a joyful laugh. "I suppose I won't be able to call you that much longer, will I?" Marsh pulled Ashara closer, giving her another long, warm embrace, almost as if she were his own family.

"You really are going to be bigger than both of us someday," Marsh said, and Ashara laughed.

Big enough to work the fields with the rest of us, K'Jhari thought despondently. A depressed sigh escaping him, he took another chug of mead.

"Brother, is something the matter?" asked Ashara.

"No. It is nothing, dear child," K'Jhari muttered, forcing a smile. "Come, sweet sister. You must be hungry." Ashara made her way over, snuggling up nice and comfy against her big brother as they sat in the grass. K'Jhari handed the rest of his provided rations to his sister.

"Eat, sweet child," said K'Jhari, and his little sister gave no argument as she practically tore right into her food. K'Jhari continued enjoying his mead.

"And how was your day, Ashara?" Marsh asked.

"Not too bad," she replied. "I didn't really have to do a lot today, for the most part."

"Is that so?" Marsh said.

"A man from the Empire came to the manor today, and met with Lady Drethen," Ashara explained, still enjoying her meal. "He looked important."

"A man from the Empire, you say?" Marsh inquired, raising a curious eyebrow.

"Uh-huh," Ashara affirmed. "I don't know what they talked about."

"Why would someone from the Empire come here?" asked K'Jhari.

"I wonder the same thing, my friend," said Marsh. "The Drethens hate the Empire with a burning passion. Hist only knows what that conversation could have been about."

"You don't suppose…" K'Jhari began, a thought entering his mind just then, "you don't suppose he could have been here trying to negotiate the release of all the slaves here, do you?"

"Wishful thinking, K'Jhari, but I highly doubt that," said Marsh with a sigh. "No amount of negotiating would ever convince the Drethens to release us. I have no idea what they might have talked about, but I can't see it being anything that would benefit us."

"You're probably right, Marsh."

"The man from the Empire…" Ashara spoke again, "well, some of the guards said they saw him running through the garden, screaming and crying like a scared child. If that's true, I wonder why." K'Jhari and Marsh gave each other a puzzled look.

"Are you sure, Ashara?" Marsh asked her.

"That's just what I heard the guards say," Ashara replied. "Lady Drethen herself hasn't been seen anywhere for several hours now."

"That is…most strange," said a bemused Marsh. "What could Lady Drethen have possibly done to scare someone from the bloody Imperial Legion?"

"Khajiit is most curious about this as well," said K'Jhari, patting little Ashara's head as she ate. "If Lady Drethen truly was able to scare someone in the Legion, then that is most troubling indeed."

"The fact that she keeps Ashara safe from the punishment of Malisarr and his men is the only thing keeping me from despising Valarya Drethen entirely," Marsh spat.

"Lady Drethen, she…she's kind to me," muttered Ashara. "At least, most of the time, anyway."

"I know she is, sweet sister," said K'Jhari, "but you cannot let yourself develop feelings for these people."

"Your brother's right, Ashara," Marsh affirmed. "It doesn't matter how pleasant Lady Drethen may act towards you in any given moment. She is still your enemy, and not to be thought of fondly. She and her husband see the entire lot of us as nothing but mere property."

"The Drethens, and all of their ilk, see us as literal inferiors to them," continued the Argonian. "They believe it is their right to keep us as captives, to keep us chained like wild animals. To them, we are all merely expendable tools. Tools that serve one sole purpose: to make them rich, so they can subsequently expand their own power and influence. These people abuse us, mistreat us, torment us, even kill us, all without a single care in the world. To them, we are seen as lower than the very dirt they walk on. And the worst part of all this, is that this is all still completely permitted by Morrowind law."

"Everything Marsh says is the truth, dear sister," said K'Jhari.

"I…I understand, big brother," the kitten quietly answered.

"All that being said though, Ashara," said Marsh, "I don't ever want you to try and defy Lady Drethen, or stand up to her in any way. Out of all the slaves on this plantation, you by far live the most comfortable existence, and you are never to do anything that would place that in danger. Can you promise me that?"

"Yes, Marsh. I promise," she answered.

"Always remember who Lady Drethen is, Ashara," K'Jhari urged, "and always remember how she views you. She is not your friend, and you are never to see her as one. Remember that she can treat you in any way she pleases, sweet sister, with absolutely no consequence to herself. Do not ever make the error of mistaking her kindness for friendship. Do you understand, Ashara?"

The Khajiit girl was visibly dismayed at K'Jhari's words, and he lovingly patted the top of her head.

"I understand, K'Jhari," she nodded, leaning comfortably against her brother.

Several moments passed by in complete silence. No sounds, save for the chirping crickets and the soft howl of the night's breeze could be heard. The sky was now all but utterly dark, the pale, translucent light of the moons shining in full splendor, completed by the glittering fields of stars. Far towards the east, a violet aurora sat draped over the horizon, and K'Jhari felt no small measure of peace and tranquility inside him as he fixated his gaze towards the majestic spectacle.

"The sky's pretty tonight, isn't it?" said Ashara.

"That it is, sweet sister," K'Jhari replied with a smile, and he pulled Ashara closer to him.

"The moons are so big," she said, mesmerized.

"Indeed they are," K'Jhari replied. "The moons are held with great reverence amongst all Khajiit. All species of Khajiit born into this world are bound to the Lunar Lattice, or the cycle of the moons, to say it simply."

"We're…bound to the moons?" inquired a curious Ashara. "What do you mean, big brother?" K'Jhari smiled at his sister's curiosity.

"You may not know this, Ashara, but there are actually several different species of Khajiit," K'Jhari explained, "and the breed of any newborn Khajiit is determined by the phase of the moons at the time of his, or her birth."

"So, the moons decide what we look like?" Ashara asked, noticeably perplexed.

"That is the basic idea, yes," answered K'Jhari with a chuckle.

"Do all species of Khajiit look the same?" asked Ashara. "How many different species of Khajiit are there?"

"It is not known for sure just how many types of Khajiit there are, Ashara," replied K'Jhari. "But no, they do not look the same. In fact, many of them are quite different from you and I, both in the way they look, and the way they act."

"And what type of Khajiit am I, K'Jhari?" Ashara inquired excitedly. "What type are you?" K'Jhari couldn't help but feel a warmness in his heart at his sister's questioning.

"My species of Khajiit is called the Suthay-raht," K'Jhari replied. "The Suthay-raht are one of the most common breeds of Khajiit in Tamriel. We are born when the moon Masser is in its new phase, and the moon Secunda is waning."

"And you, Ashara, are what is known as a Cathay-raht," K'Jhari explained. "Your species is born when the moons Masser and Secunda are both in waxing phase. Generally speaking, the Cathay-raht are larger and stronger than my breed, the Suthay-raht."

"So I really am going to be big and strong when I grow up?" asked Ashara.

"That you are, sweet sister. Even more so than I," K'Jhari answered, kissing the top of Ashara's head.

"There are many other different forms and species of Khajiit besides us," K'Jhari stated. "But there is one very unique breed of Khajiit, sweet sister, that is known as the Mane."

"The Mane? What is that?" Ashara queried.

"The Mane is the most exalted and rare breed of Khajiit in all of Elsweyr," replied K'Jhari. "Only one Mane can ever be alive at any given time, and they are only born in the extremely rare instance when Masser and Secunda are both in perfect alignment. When this happens, a third moon becomes visible in the sky."

"Brother, am I ever going to get to see our homeland of Elsweyr?" asked Ashara, still wondrously gazing into the stars.

That question stirred immense pain inside K'Jhari. He shut his eyes for several seconds, trying desperately to suppress the tear that had forced itself out.

Oh child, I would give anything in the world to make that so.

"Perhaps someday, dear Ashara," answered the Khajiit, trying to sound as optimistic as possible, though he placed great doubt in his own words.

Just then, K'Jhari heard the sound of the plantation gates opening, and the three of them all looked over curiously.

"Well, it would seem Lord Drethen is back," Marsh stated, "and from what I can see, he's done some shopping." The trio stared towards the main gate that separated the plantation grounds from Drethen Manor, watching as what could only be newly purchased slaves were being marched onto the fields by the guards.

Treads-Marshes gave a glum sigh. "Poor sods, the whole lot of them," he said. "No matter what deeds anyone may commit in life, nobody deserves this fate."

The group looked on intently as the fresh arrivals were ushered inside the gate, shackled by their wrists and feet. Once all the new slaves were on the plantation grounds, their shackles were subsequently unlocked by the guards, and each of them were then outfitted with slave bracers upon their wrists, just like everybody else.

"There appears to be an interesting racial diversity amongst this batch of slaves," Marsh pointed out.

"Khajiit even sees a Dunmer in this lot," K'Jhari said.

Marsh sighed. "Looks like the Drethens will even enslave their own kinsmen, given the chance. It would seem absolutely anyone is fair game for these people."

Marsh, K'Jhari and Ashara continued to watch the new slaves earnestly as they were then led towards the slave shacks, where they would be spending every night for the rest of their lives from this point forward.

"Which of these new arrivals do you think Malisarr will break first, K'Jhari?" Marsh asked with a slight chuckle.

"It is difficult for K'Jhari to say," responded the Khajiit. "It does not matter how much spirit or strength any of these people have. Khajiit knows that cruel Malisarr will break every one of them down to complete submission."

"Only, some will take longer than others," stated Marsh, "and the more they resist Malisarr, the more they will only invoke his wrath and cruelty. Every slave here learns the rules, learns their place. Only question is, how much punishment must they endure before that fact sets in their heads?"

The trio observed the new slaves, marching forward obediently as they were filed towards their new living space. One slave, however, a young, red-haired Nord woman, suddenly broke off from the group and snuck off by herself in the opposite direction. K'Jhari and Marsh watched her with curious gazes, no one saying a word for several moments. The Nord woman eventually stopped in the middle of the field, standing by her lonesome as she appeared to gaze solemnly at the night sky.

"And just what do you suppose her story is?" K'Jhari wondered.

"That's a good question, my friend," Marsh replied.

"We should go say hi to her!" Ashara suggested excitedly.

"I think that's a great idea, Ashara," Marsh agreed with a smile. With that, the three of them stood up and began to make their way over to this newcomer to the plantation.

The Nord continued to stare silently at the stars, seemingly paying little attention to much else. The red-haired woman didn't even notice the Argonian and two Khajiit approaching her until they were practically standing next to her. Upon getting a better look at this woman, K'Jhari immediately noted her muscular physique and brawny shoulders.

"Greetings, daughter of Skyrim," Marsh addressed the Nord kindly. The Nord woman then turned to face them.

"H-Hello, Argonian," she responded, with an apprehensive smile. Her long, fiery hair blew behind her head, revealing deep hazel eyes, set upon a pretty, but stout face that bore no shortage of scars.

A mildly awkward silence hung in the air for a brief moment.

"Uh, I'm Treads-Marshes, or just Marsh," the Argonian introduced. "This is K'Jhari, and his little sister, Ashara."

"Well hello there, Ashara," the Nord kindly greeted, kneeling down to the Khajiit girl's level, giving her a warm smile. "It certainly is nice to meet you!"

"It's…it's nice to meet you too!" the kitten smiled.

"And what would your name be, Nord?" asked Marsh.

"Svigny," the woman replied. "Svigny Frost-Heart."

"A pleasure to meet you, Svigny Frost-Heart," said Marsh.

"Likewise," Svigny smiled.

"Khajiit wishes this meeting were under happier circumstances, Svigny," said K'Jhari. "You are now just one of the hundreds of captive slaves of the Drethen plantation."

"You were brought here from Tear, I presume?" Marsh inquired.

"Yes," Svigny replied with a nod of her head. "I was captured only days ago by Dunmer slavers, and I was then shipped to Tear. Your owner, Alarys Drethen, came down to where I, and the rest of these new slaves were locked up. He made an offer to the Redguard man who was holding me…and now, here I am. A new addition to this accursed plantation."

"And you've met Malisarr, I take it," said Marsh.

"Oh yes. I've already become quite acquainted with that lovely specimen," Svigny spat. "The man was leering at me practically the entire way here. He's lucky my hands were chained, or else his hideous face would look even more so right now."

"Khajiit is going to give Svigny one piece of advice," said K'Jhari. "Do not try to stand up to Malisarr. Khajiit assures you it will not end well for you."

"K'Jhari speaks the truth, my friend," Marsh affirmed. "You need only look at my back to see what happens when you anger Malisarr." The Argonian lifted his tunic, revealing the red welts that still marred his back from his punishment in the mines.

"Ysmir's beard!" Svigny exclaimed. Marsh quickly lowered his shirt again.

"Believe me when I say your time here will be substantially less unpleasant if you avoid provoking Malisarr," Marsh said. "What he did to me is nothing, compared to the punishments he's dealt in the past. I would truly hate to see you have to experience firsthand the full extent of Malisarr's cruelty." The Nord woman was silent, and for the next few minutes, none of them said a word.

Ashara finally broke the silence.

"You look strong, Svigny," she said. "Can you fight? Do you know how to use a sword? Have you ever killed anyone?"

"Ashara! Do not ask such questions, child," K'Jhari scolded his sister. Svigny merely laughed in response.

"It's quite alright, K'Jhari," she smiled. "Yes to all of your questions, little one."

"And just where did you learn to fight, Svigny?" Marsh inquired.

"I was born and raised in the city of Whiterun," Svigny responded. "My parents, Harald and Lyanna Frost-Heart, are both members of the Companions. My mother is their Harbinger, or leader. I was raised among them my entire life."

"K'Jhari has never heard of these…Companions," said the Khajiit.

"Well, to put it simply, the Companions are a band of warriors," Svigny explained. "Our home is within the grand mead hall of Jorrvaskr, in Whiterun. We work to defend the people of Skyrim, if they have the gold to pay. Whether it be eliminating a group of troublesome bandits, slaying giants and monsters, or even just taking care of a pack of wolves, the Companions work to bring honor and glory to our fellow Shield-Brothers and Sisters. Every Companion strives to be heroic and brave, to have their accomplishments and deeds reminisced through stories, and sung with pride throughout every tavern across the land."

"Hmph, they sound like a glorified Fighters Guild," replied Marsh, with a hint of cynicism.

"Perhaps," Svigny replied. "But nonetheless, I was raised among them, and I consider each and every one of them my family. They taught me how to fight, and they taught me how to live my life with honor and integrity, as befits a Nord of Skyrim."

"Well, perhaps Svigny could ask her dear Companions to come here and free us?" asked K'Jhari. "Or would they refuse, because we are worthless slaves with no money?"

"Look, I don't need this attitude, from either of you," Svigny shot back, glaring at the two. "It's bad enough that I've spent the last several days caged like some feral beast. I do not need to stand here and listen to you two mock and insult my family."

"You're right, Svigny, we're sorry," said Marsh, amicably. "You just need to understand, the three of us have spent a long time on this plantation. All your talk of 'honor and integrity' merely rubbed us the wrong way. You will soon come to find that both of those things are in criminally short supply here, as we have. Please don't mistake our skepticism for contempt." Svigny closed her eyes, taking a deep breath as she pulled herself together.

"I understand, Marsh," the woman replied with a friendly smile. "I do appreciate your kindness, all of you. It means a great deal to me."

"You're a long ways from Whiterun, Svigny," Marsh pointed out. "Is it safe to assume you left the Companions?"

"I did, though it was always my intention to return," she replied. "I adored growing up in Whiterun, and being raised in the Companions was an honor. But, being a young woman of twenty-four, I desired to leave the safety of my nest, and see the world. I journeyed all across my homeland of Skyrim, and I soon became a sellsword. Eventually my path came here, to Morrowind."

"Had I have known I was going to end up here, I would've stayed in Whiterun," said Svigny, letting out a despondent sigh.

"Khajiit is sorry you have ended up here, Svigny," K'Jhari consoled the Nord. "Someone like you does not deserve to be a slave here."

"Thank you, K'Jhari," the Nord smiled. "Funnily enough, when I was captured by the slavers, I was escorting a Khajiit caravan through Morrowind, on their way back to Skyrim. Half of the slavers perished by my sword, but I was soon overpowered, and forced to surrender. I suspected they would just kill me, to be honest. I never counted on them capturing me."

"Your skills with a blade are impressive, Svigny," Marsh complimented. "Singlehandedly taking out that many opponents is no small feat."

"Every member of the Companions is put through a rigorous training regimen, from the day they are taken into the order as a whelp," Svigny explained. "Every day, without exception, we are trained for several hours a day, honing our skills in combat, and becoming proficient with every type of weapon there is. Our training is far from easy, but I am immensely grateful for it, for it has helped shape me into who I am today."

"Actually, speaking of training," Marsh said, "years ago, K'Jhari and I fashioned some wooden practice swords from some sturdy branches we found. We spar with them fairly often. The spot where we practice is by the perimeter of the plantation, out of sight from the guards."

"Interesting," said Svigny. "Are either of you skilled in the art of combat?"

"I taught myself how to wield a blade, during my younger days as a thief," Marsh replied. "For many years, I've been showing K'Jhari what I know. I must admit, it's been good for me too. Keeps me from getting rusty."

"Khajiit is not the most skilled with the sword," said K'Jhari, "but my pa did teach me how to shoot a bow and arrow, many years ago. That is what K'Jhari prefers to use."

"Hmm, very intriguing," said Svigny. "And is there any chance either of you might be up for a little…late-night sparring session?" K'Jhari and Marsh briefly glanced at one another.

"It would be my pleasure to spar with you, Svigny," Marsh accepted. "Facing a Nord of Skyrim will certainly prove interesting."

Svigny smiled. "And what about you, K'Jhari?"

"Khajiit would be no match for Svigny," K'Jhari said, his voice quiet. "He is not strong like she is."

"Hey, don't be so hard on yourself, K'Jhari," encouraged Marsh. "I've taught you a lot over the years. You've made impressive progress during that time. You should carry more faith in yourself, my friend."

"Marsh is right, K'Jhari," said Svigny. "Besides, sparring isn't about winning. It's about perfecting your strengths, and improving on your weaknesses. It should be treated as an opportunity to push your own limits, to learn more about yourself, and to go beyond what you initially think yourself capable of."

"Come on, brother. You can take her!" Ashara encouraged, giving him a light nudge with her elbow.

"You see? Your sister has the right attitude!" Svigny replied. K'Jhari smiled at Ashara, giving her a gentle pat on her head.

"Very well. Khajiit will practice with you, Svigny," said K'Jhari after a moment. The Nord woman smiled.

"That's the spirit, my friend," she said. "I'll be happy to teach you what I can, K'Jhari, with the time that we have."

"K'Jhari would appreciate that very much," said the Khajiit.

"We keep our practice swords hidden beneath some bushes at the far edge of the plantation," said Marsh. "I'll take you to where we practice, Svigny."

"Lead the way, my friend," said the Nord.

"Can you give me a piggyback ride, Svigny?" asked Ashara with excitement. Svigny was clearly not expecting that, but a wide smile soon crossed her face.

"Come on up, little one," she gestured, dropping to one knee. The Khajiit girl raced over, carefully climbing onto Svigny's shoulders.

"Careful, she's heavier than she looks," Marsh said with a laugh. "If she gets to be too much, just let me know."

"I don't think she'll be a problem," Svigny cheerfully replied. She stood back up then, with Ashara holding on nice and tight. "You ready up there, Ashara?"

"Uh-huh," she answered, and with that, the four of them set off through the fields and meadows with Marsh leading the way.

The group remained silent as they strode through the expansive fields of the Drethen plantation. K'Jhari couldn't help but smile as he watched Ashara perched comfortably atop Svigny's shoulders, gazing all across the fields in wonder like a hawk in a tree.

This is the happiest I've seen Ashara in far too long, thought K'Jhari, his heart swelling with comfort and joy. At the end of it all, to K'Jhari, this was far from his worst day on the plantation. He was happy that he, Ashara and Marsh had made a new friend today. Svigny Frost-Heart was more than a welcome addition to their group, and it filled the young Khajiit with much happiness to see her and his sister getting along so wonderfully.

K'Jhari looked up to the starlit sky as they continued through the pastures, no sounds audible save for the faint whisper of the sailing wind. The Khajiit smiled gleefully to himself as his gaze was once more drawn to the moons, shining in their full, splendid glory amidst the stars. None too often was it that K'Jhari's mind was clear and unclouded from the burdens of stress and worry, and it was the young Khajiit's intent to fully relish every second of this peaceful moment, however long it was to last.