25th of Frostfall, 4E 202

The marriage of Scouts-Many-Marshes and Krii had been arranged for the evening of the 29h, allowing the tired Khajiit to find her way to Honeyside and greet her housecarl, Iona, with a hug. She turned a suspicious eye to the Argonian, reaching for her dagger before being stopped by Krii.

"Iona, this is Scouts-Many-Marshes," she kept her wary stare, and Krii continued quickly, "He will be...staying with us from now on." she finished awkwardly. A thin smile split the housecarl's face, understanding sparking her eyes.

"Your new beau?" she inquired.

"Soon to be husband." Krii chuckled slightly embrassed, and watched as Iona hastily shook hands with Scouts-Many-Marshes.

The home had been well kept, her many achievements glistening in the glow of the fire that heated both of their faces. Considering it was mid-winter, both races appreciated it greatly while the Nord chuckled at them from the cooking pot.

"Do you like it?" Krii noted suddenly, as she settled with a piece of seared slaughterfish.

"It's lovely, much better than anything I've had to live with." Scouts-Many-Marshes noted, glancing at the daggers, shields, and books Krii had collected. Krii smiled, her anticipation gone.

"The porch is out that door, if you follow the staircase down you can go to Lake Honrich or to the stables. Occasionally the caravans come by. Downstairs is the basement, there's an alchemy table and arcane enchanter, and Iona's room. Outside of the house, down that alleyway, there's the garden." she informed him, finishing the fish.

"My Thane," Iona interrupted suddenly, causing Krii to glance up, "about the wedding? Have you invited people?" she knocked the spoon against the pot.

The Khajiit's ears flattened in suprise, groaning she shook her head.

"I suspect I can hire a few people to run the news. There's a few days, and considering Hofgrir let's me borrow horses I could persuade him to help. Maybe even Sigaar can help shuttle people." Krii's voice was laced with irritation at herself.

"I would like Shahvee, Stands-In-Shallows, and Neetrenaza to come." Scouts-Many-Marshes said.

"Right," Krii took out a roll of parchment from the cupboard and some charcoal, writing their names quickly, " and then there's a few people I would like. I will send word to the College of Winterhold, my brother and his wife*, and maybe some people from the Companions." her voice became distant as she scribbled down their names, adding Iona's name as she receive a cough of indignation.

She held her list out, the black words trailing down in a neat stack. The Argonian and the Nord looked at it approvingly, as they read the following names.

Shahvee

Stands-In-Shallows

Neetrenaza

Tolfdir

Phinis

Sergius

Faralda

J'zargo

Onmund

Brelyna

Fel & Jenassa

Aela

Vilkas

Farkas

Scout's beady eyes glittered at all of the names, and Krii blushed at this.

"I know quite a bit of people," she confessed quietly.

"I'd say. But not everyone will show, some will probably opt not to come." he noted, eyes trailing over the unfamiliar names.

Krii sighed slightly, "Um, I think more will come than not. You are forgetting who I am, Scouts-Many-Marshes." she said playfully. She watched his grin falter and set off with the list, determination sparkling in her eyes.

"You can stay here and get settled, I will run these errands and be back soon. Iona can show you around if you need it."

Krii slipped out of the house, stars beginning to twinkle overhead as she set off to see the Jarl in Mistveil Keep. Torches were burning brightly and the streets were still busy as people ran to finish their jobs. Walking through the long court and receiving some arched eyebrows, she approached Laila Law-Giver hesitantly.

"Dragonborn, what a suprise to see you. What brings you here?" she noted in suprise as Krii stopped.

"I wish to procure some of the Rift's soldiers for some...errands." Krii choose her words carefully.

Laila furrowed her brow, "What kind of errands?"

"I need some people to come to a wedding and need a means of letting them know. I'm more than willing to pa-"

"Your wedding?" Laila began laughing happily, "No Krii, I will not accept your payment. I will be happy to lend some of the guards. Where are they headed to?"

Krii grinned, suddenly feeling happy, " I need some sent to the College of Winterhold, and some to go to Jorrvaskr in Whiterun. And then I need a very brave, or stupid," she muttered to herself, "lot to go to the Pale and deliver the news to my brother. I think Sigaar will be happy to help in shuttling people, I would like to send him to the Windhelm docks. The wedding is on the 29th." she handed the Jarl the list, and watched as she partly ripped it into neat pieces.

"Guards," she called sharply as a group came bounding up to her. She handed two the list portion containing members from the College of Winterhold. Two others were granted the list containing members of the Companions, and a burly trio were handed the list containing the two names of Krii's brother and sister-in-law. Laila threw Krii an understanding look at this part. Finally, she gave the names of the Argonians to a woman who would talk to Sigaar.

Krii said her goodbyes and gave her thanks, retreating out of the Keep and walking towards the Bee and Bard for a drink. She was greeted warmly and nodded at Sapphire who was watching her curiously from her post on the wall. Ordering some fine Blackbriar mead, she sat back and sipped at it, contemplating the speed at which the guards could deliver the news.

Of course, she felt an enormous amount of pity for the hulking men that had gotten the unfortunate job of delivering it to Fel and Jenassa. Her brother, though quiet and studious, was unpredictable and sometimes eccentric. Jenassa was cold and calculating to strangers, and Krii was aware of her reputation as an assassin; part of the reason Fel married the Dunmer. Fel had been apart of the Thieves' Guild, The Dark Brotherhood, and had studied a short time at the College. He was less well-know than Krii, but had established a ruthless reputation for blood-lust and Draconian torture. She wondered how his reply would come back, he wouldn't want to be escorted by the guards to Riften. He was too proud for it. She figured sending the remaining guards carrying their dead companions' heads on pikes would be fitting. He would be arriving on his palomino horse Prancer probably.

"Poor bastards." Krii muttered, slugging down the mead.

Back again my dear readers. I must apologize for this ridiculous hiatus, but I will admit a new one will be enacted soon, for next week entails four finals. As well, the computer containing the chapters was corrupted and had them (along with all other preferences) deleted. This chapter is not the greatest, but it's needed to introduce some ground for the following chapters. It will introduce the wedding of course, Fel (Krii's brother), and other tidbits.

I've thought about uploading a portion of this called 'Snippets: Outtakes from Of Furs, Tails, and Scales' which would include portions I took out, thought about writing, or explanations. I still may upload it, but right now I really need to be studying for that Biology final.

Oh, and asterisks of course:

my brother and his wife*, Fel (Dragon tongue for Feral) was scheduled to get his own story and still will. He is an...interesting character and will be later explained (along with other characters) in a small outline called 'Snippets'. This will also introduce my first characters and give basic information on them, to later be used short stories.

Thanks for reading, R&R.