When she rose to her feet and turned her gaze on me, eyes sharp but otherwise entirely unreadable in her expression, I did the only thing I could do in my state of mind. The bow dropped from suddenly numb fingers and I froze like a deer in headlights. Her expression turned from unreadable to wearily amused. With brisk and precise movements she sheathed her weapons and stood a mere foot in front of me in the time it took me to blink my eyes four times.
"Anything I can... Do for you, traveler?" She murmured this, voiced heavy and slightly accented. I noted the vibrating undertone, as if she were purring her words out to me. With her this close I took my time to study the figure before me. She's at least a head taller than me, ears perked and flicking. With a stout face more feline than human, I'd say she has a muzzle more than a human mouth. Did cats have muzzles? I wasn't sure. With curiosity I stepped forward my eyes moving back and forth between her own light jades and the flicking ears. Her fur is black, but not deeply so. Lined ornately with vibrate silvers and dulling grays. Three specific pure silver stripes went down her face, forehead to chin and over her eye.
Having unconsciously moved so close I could feel her soft puffs of breath on my face, I couldn't help but again stare her ever moving ears. I realized I really wanted to... Touch them. Standing on tip toe and reaching up, she almost automatically bent down. Gently pinching the ears between my fingers I carefully rubbed the thick fur. Exceptionally soft like silk yet denser than any fur I'd touched before. A smile lit my face to meet her entirely shocked one.
"You're adorable!", I stated brightly and planted a little kiss on her nose. I'm not sure if it was directly after my brief moment of insanity or right in the middle of her cursing that my vision got blurry and everything turned black..
The first thing I can became aware of was that I was warm. This contented my enough that I didn't feel the need to try and fully wake. I snuggled down into whatever softness encased me and pretty much called it good. But as fate would have it, I would not stay in my comfortable half-dreaming state for long. Whether or not it was the sound of crackling burning wood or the enticing scent of food that fully roused me though, I'm not sure. With as much subtlety and caution I would muster I opened one of my eyes to look around. With one eye opened and the other snapping suit, it is with mild horrification that I survey my surrounding areas.
When one wakes hoping that dreams of snow, cat people, and, dead dragons, one can't help but hope and surmise that it was in fact a dream and nothing more. So when you are to say awaken and discover that dream was not a dream at all but some sort of distorted reality, you become far more than disappointing. I couldn't quite decide if I was more horrified or downright dumb-struck. The air around me wasn't as chilled as I expected it to me when I sat up from the furs I was swathed in. This caused me to frown as I noted some one has crudely tried to dress me in a plain green dress. But it wasn't fastened all the way and slipped around my shoulders. It was like they had tried, found it difficult, and said "F it". My eyes flickered around for my companion but only took in the dark and almost dank cave I resided in. I did however notice that the bow I had previously used sat not a foot from me, perched precariously against open leather bags with herbs and some food.
Another thing that came to my attention was that I was utterly alone. There was no sign of the woman from earlier. Although from the supplies I assumed she would return shortly. So I sat and waited all the while playing with my thumbs, flinching at every sound, and mouth watering at the smell of the food cooking. It wasn't until some time later that a shuffling in front of me came to my attention and I squinted into darkness. A bigger fire would have been nicer so that I could have seen farther and perhaps been less ready piss myself as the female Khajiit all but strutted into view. Head bent low and arms wrapped around a bundle of wood she managed to grunt in what I assume was my direction then otherwise ignored me. I watched her work, lip pursed and counted her movements. Four more logs added onto the fire, two some what misshapen wooden bowls pulled from a bag and filled with stew, along with a spoon plopped in each. Sitting cross legged from me she grunted again as a bowl was placed in my hands. Nothing more was said as we ate in a companionable albeit tense atmosphere. Bowl eventually emptied I set it down and faced her directly.
"Where am I exactly?", I asked as politely as I could. She cocked her head to the side, jade orbs hard but curious and answered what I assumed was honestly.
"You're currently in Skyrim. A days travel from Markarth." At this I stared at her as hard as she stared at me. It wasn't long before I nodded calmly, thanked her for the food, saluted her and promptly fainted. Again.