Zha'ri sighed as she watched Jytia. The girl was bouncing up and down in excitement. The girls blonde hair was up in a bun, although there were already strands falling out. Her bright blue eyes were wide with anticipation. She wore a plain brown dress, leather boots and a wool scarf. Zha'ri however was wearing simple fur armour she picked up from a bandit not long ago.
"So where are we headed first?" Jytia asked excitedly.
"The plan is to sneak into whiterun, i'm meeting up with my sister." Zha'ri answered simply, readjusting her satchel.
"Sneak in? Can't we just go through the front gates?"
"Khajiits are not allowed into the main cities."
"Oh, I understand."Jytia replied a little pink in the cheeks. Zha'ri smiled and started her way down the dirt road.
They arrived at whiterun two days later. Under the cover of night they stealthily avoided the torchlight of patrolling guards and made their way to the western side of the wall.
"Do you have a plan?" Jytia huffed, brushing dirt from her dress. Zha'ri shushed her. They approached a small boulder.
"Sor'ma?" Zha'ri whispered.
"Who's Sor'ma? Asked but to no answer. A figure emerged from the shadows.
"Zha'ri! I was beginning to think you wouldn't show up." said the figure.
"This one," Zha'ri gestured to Jytia who blushed in embarrassment. "Slowed down the trip a bit."
Sor'ma stepped out of the shadows. She was short and slender like her sister, with almost the opposite fur coloring. Where Zha'ri was dark Sor'ma was light, vis versa. Although they had the same moonlike eyes and ornament on their forehead. She was wearing dark leather armor, causing her to blend into the shadows.
"So Sor'ma, what's the plan?" Zha'ri and Jytia walked over to Sor'ma, and sat at her makeshift camp. The plan was basically to sneak into the Grey-Manes house, and steal anything they could possibly sell later on. The problem was they didn't have enough lockpicks, but that's where jytia came in. The next day she would walk into the city and get as many lockpicks as she get her hands on.
"Why do I have to do it all alone!" Jytia whined.
"Because we are khajiits." Sor'ma yawned. Zha'ri grabbed an apple out of her pack and started eating contentedly. It was about 8am according to the sun, time for Jytia to prove her worth. Soon enough Jytia sighed and marched off to the front gates.
"So what's the plan." Zha'ri whispered.
"After this one you start making your way to Windhelm, I will get special supplies from the thieves guild. The Dark Brotherhood's got your back?"
"Well I don't think they give this mark to just anyone." Zha'ri lifted a cloth band around her arm to reveal a blood red hand print dyed into her fur.
"Good, then after windhelm we go to the mages college, then finally solitude. Well be set for life!" Sor'ma giggled. This had been their dream for many years now, and it was finally happening.
It was dark when Jytia came back. She carried a small bag over her shoulder, she looked triumphantly at them. Tossing the bag at their feet the contents spilled out into the open. Zha'ri gasped in delight. Hundreds of lock picks littered the ground, along with one black iron key.
"I thought it would be nice if i also grabbed their key, so we wouldn't waste any lockpicks."
"I officially welcome you to the team." Sor'ma laughed.
"Sorry it took so long. Right before I left a guard walked up to me and gave me this." Jytia held out a piece of paper which Zha'ri grabbed. "So i started talking to him, i got this," she dropped a gauntlet. "This" she dropped a coin sack. "This" an amulet of talos was thrown carelessly onto the ground. "And finally this" she threw an iron sword at their feet.
"I knew you were good, but not this good." Zha'ri laughed. Jytia smiled back and brushed back her hair. Zha'ri opened the paper and smiled. It was a bounty note, reading:
Wanted for murder, assassination, setting a chicken on fire, and theft of every kind. Description: Female, Khajiit. Black fur. If found take to a hold guard. Reward: 1000 septims.
Zha'ri smiled, it was small but it was still something. She folded it and put it in a side pocket of her bag.
They were finally ready around midnight. Zha'ri hoped the occupants of the house were sound asleep, or they would be in serious trouble. Boosting each other over the wall the they landed on a bale of hay in the grey manes cow pen. The cow mooed, but quickly lost interest.
"Here we go." Jytia breathed. She inserted the key into the lock and turned, the door opened with a faint click. The house was big, two story tall and had expensive wooden carvings above the door, if they could afford that Jytia wondered what treasures she could find in the house.
Zha'ri listened quietly and heard snoring coming upstairs. Looking around, she grabbed food off the table that would last. It was a long journey to windhelm. She moved what looked like a study. There was a small safe under the desk. It took Zha'ri 20 lockpicks to open but it was worth it.
"Thank you Rajhin!" She whispered. The safe held nearly 5000 gold. Stuffing every last coin into her bag she quietly shut the door. The opposite wall contained some interesting stuff. Nirnroot, mushroom, something in a large purple bottle (not skooma she checked), and a dark heart. Quietly she approached it. She had seen one only once before, but here it was. A daedra heart. She gently grabbed it. She stared at the purple heart in her hand, black blood trickling through her fingers. Gently wrapping it in leather, she put that too in her bag.
Leaving the room she saw Jytia and Sor'ma standing by the door. Zha'ri hissed a single word that made Sor'ma groan.
"Upstairs." before anyone could stop her Zha'ri was already halfway up the stairs. The upstairs part of the house was small. With only one room, the bedroom. At the end of the bed there was a chest. Making her way to it Zha'ri saw the person in the bed. It was an elderly lady with white hair. Hopefully she slept soundly so Zha'ri could get this over with. Using three lockpicks Zha'ri opened the chest, grabbing the rich furs inside.
She closed the lid to see the old woman had awoken. For a second they just stared at each other. Then the woman let out a blood curdling scream. Racing down stairs, she Sor'ma and Jytia flew out the door, right into a guard.
Zha'ri shoved him and they ran down the street running into more and more guards. There was now a steady mob behind them. Arrows whizzed past but none made their mark. They ran literally for their lives all the way to the stables only then did they stop but only for a moment.
Zha'ri jumped onto a black horse pulling Jytia on behind her. Sor'ma was already on the horse to her right. They raced all the way to the river. Only then did they stop.
"Zha'ri you know where you're going?" Sor'ma asked still out of breath. Zha'ri nodded.
"I'll see you there." with that Sor'ma turned to the east and started her way to riften.
"Whats going on?" Jytia asked confused.
"Were going to Windhelm. Sor'ma is just making a detour."
"Then i guess we should start moving."
"My thoughts exactly."
Sorry it took so long to publish this, i have had a lot of work given to me recently and i couldn't find the time to work on it, until now. Comments are highly appreciate