Muz-Lari dozed, soothed by the warmth of the hot spring she was floating in. The only good thing about Eastmarch as far as she was concerned.
She soon noticed a whisper of steps headed her way. Unconcerned, she kept her eyes closed. When a loud and deliberate scrape of a foot sounded next to her, she opened her eyes to see S'ariq looking down at her.
"What's new, S'ariq?"
S'ariq hummed thoughtfully as he moved to sit next to edge of the hot spring, close enough to not touch the water.
"You are a quiet one, khajiit has noticed," S'ariq replied. "He has noticed that sometimes when you speak, your voice can be so quiet…it's almost as if it's a whisper in his head."
S'ariq shifted to prop an arm up on his knee and rest his chin against his raised fist.
"You, who can shout down dragons and the skies themselves. But speaking, out of the question," the khajiit finished, amusement in his tone.
Muz-Lari smiled and shrugged.
"I'll make myself heard when I need to."
written for whumptober day 2: talking is overrated