4E 201
30th of Sun's Dusk
Standing on the porch of the Vilemyr Inn early next morning, Ty'ani wrapped herself in her cloak as she exhaled, her breath visible as a puff of steam. Nearly four months into her stay in Skyrim and she still cursed the damn cold. What didn't help was the ugly looking clouds up above, ensuring the chill of the evening lingered like a leech, holding on to the land and refusing to let go. No doubt the air will begin to bring about snow that will cover all the province, which was something the Khajiit had been dreading. As a child born of the warm sands of Elsweyr, the cold was biting even through the warm fur cloak.
Needless to say, she was not looking forward to climbing the mountain today.
Just as that thought crossed her mind, her sharp eyesight spotted the first tiny glimmer of snow falling gently to the ground. Her ears flattened in irritation. "Perfect." she groaned in a low voice, folding her hood up over her head.
Wrapping the cloak tighter around herself, Ty'ani stepped off the Inn's porch, deciding to explore the little hamlet while she waited for her companions to rouse. The journey had been exhausting for all of them, so they deserve a little more time to rest. The only reason she was awake was due to her profession, as being a thief makes sleep somewhat of a luxury. Plus her hard childhood never helped, neither did her nightmares, so at this point it was habit.
Walking down the main thoroughfare, the only thing Ty'ani encountered were the guards. The farms were presently devoid of people due to the early hour, so therefore there wasn't much for her to witness. Regardless, once she reached the bridge that lead to the foot of the mountain, the view that was presented to her was spectacular. She could see the towering mountain edges that surround the Rift, leading to the volcanically active area of Eastmarch, where the channels of the volcano in Morrowind lead as well as the Velothi Mountains further east. Nearer the horizon wasn't as clear, since usually it's rumoured that Windhelm- and even the southern mountains of Winterhold on good days- can be seen from this location. The morning fog was so thick though, that it was impossible to make out the ancient Nordic city.
The Khajiit let out a tired sigh, turning away from the view and returning her attention to Ivarstead. Despite this place being very small and remote, she had to admit that the hamlet certainly had its charm. The silence and the out-of-way location made the village perfect in her mind. She had noticed on their way in yesterday that the surrounding area seemed to be devoid of the usual air of war, meaning that neither side was interested in capturing this place. Or maybe they were afraid to incur the wrath of the Greybeards. Either way, when this whole mess has been sorted, Ty'ani certainly wouldn't mind hiding out here until the war tides over.
Once that thought crossed her mind, it was then that she noticed an out of place house across the stream, just beyond the mill. It was very obviously old and crumbled, completely unlivable by all accounts. Ty'ani frowned, wondering why it was there in the first place. It seems like a waste of space and an eyesore, making her wonder why no one had even bothered to strip it down. She juggled with the idea of asking one of the nearby guards, but dismissed that thought in an instant. Personal experience told her that all she would receive is thinly veiled insults and scorn.
Deciding to leave the issue be, she began to walk back to the Inn, intent on getting a warm meal before the long hike ahead. Case and point as more snow fell from the heavens, seeming to be coming down faster with every step she took.
That was until she passed the mill, spotting movement in her peripheral vision. Turning her gaze to the right, she saw an old man in tattered clothing hopping over the rocks toward the old house. Ty'ani frowned in confusion but still quickly surmised that he was a beggar, as he had the typical look of one. It didn't take long for him to clear the stream and disappear into the old house. After a few debating moments, Ty'ani decided to follow him. The previous night she had the idea of asking some of the locals about the Greybeards, if only to get a bit more insight into what they're like. Of course, all she got in return was racism, even from the sober folks. She knew that the beggar won't care at all what she is, as long as she flashes coin his way.
Upon reaching the house though, her sensitive ears picked up muffled noises. It sounded suspiciously like screams being silenced. Slightly alarmed now, she lowered her posture and quickly flattened herself against the wall. She shuffled along, being sure to keep to the shadows- thanking every God she knows for the terrible weather for once- until she reached the corner. Taking a deep breath, she carefully peaked round, mentally preparing herself for what she may see.
It was all in vain, as what met her eyes completely shocked her.
The old beggar was on his knees and being securely held by a dark figure, his formed swathed in unnatural shadow, making it impossible to make out his features. What she did see though was that the figure had hold of the old man's head, completely covering his mouth and forcing his head back far enough to be painful. The figure's other hand had both the beggar's in an iron clad fist, completely immobilising him. But the one thing that had bile rising up Ty'ani's throat, was that the attacker had his jaws around the old man's neck. It took the next second for her senses to recognise the scent of blood in the air. After that, it didn't take long for the Khajiit girl to figure out what she was seeing.
A vampire.
Her sapphire eyes bugging out in fear, watching with rapt disgust as the vampire pulled the elder's head further back while whipping his jaws away from the throat he was feasting on, tearing out the jugular with the motion. Ty'ani covered her mouth to silence her yell when crimson blood poured from the rip, her stomach roiling as the beggar gurgled and drowned in his own blood. The killer released his hold on the man, allowing the body to slump down with a sickening sound.
Unable to take the sight any longer, she whipped back round the corner, fighting with the urge to throw up on the spot. Ty'ani had never encountered things such as vampires before, her own sense of paranoia allowed her to stay on her toes and immediately run the other direction whenever she found evidence of them. Thus, she had never witnessed a vampire feeding upon their victims either. She wished that she never had now.
Taking calming breaths through her nose, removing her hand from her mouth as she did so, she inched back to the corner and slowly peaked around.
The poor old man was still laying face down in the dirt, whatever was left of his blood leaking out of the grotesque wound in his throat. The vampire on the other hand was gone. Relief exploded in her chest, thinking that she was lucky to have missed the creature's attention. Divines only knew what she could have done, as all the defence she has is her small dagger. She's not even wearing her armour, just plain clothes believing that she didn't need the protection. More the fool she is.
However, before the thought of leaving and forgetting what she saw even crossed her mind, that was when a large hand covered her mouth and pulled her against a solid mass. She let out a shriek, which was completely muffled thanks to the hand, grabbing the wrist in a bid to remove it. No such luck unfortunately as she began to struggle, only for the person who grabbed her to wrap his other hand around her waist to keep her still. Knowing that she couldn't break out of the hold, she stilled and snapped her hand to her hidden knife, only for her captor to beat her to it and smoothly slipped her weapon out of its holster with practised ease. Her mind raced as he threw it to the ground, attempting to work out how on Nirn he knew that her dagger was kept there.
Her body shook in fear as she sensed him lean in closer, his now free hand pulling her hood off her head so his lips brushed her sensitive ear. "I commemorate you." he whispered, his baritone voice like liquid and very familiar. "Once again, you astound me with your skill. You truly have the making of a practised thief, don't you?"
Ty'ani's wide eyes blinked. Surely it can't be him, the assassin. What was his name again?
She didn't have long to wonder however, as he spoke once again. "I have no doubt that you saw everything, my dear; therefore I have no delusions of whether you know what I am or not. Believe me when I say that I will not harm you." to be frank, Ty'ani wasn't even sure if she believed him at all. As far as she was concerned, vampires were merciless killers that drain their victims of their life-force with little regard of their lives. Dangerous and feral creatures that cared only for their next kill. Having said that though, the last two times she met the assassin he was very dignified, if a little aloof, not at all like the stories she'd heard. Despite that, she still didn't relax. He may have never gestured aggressively toward her before, that didn't mean she would trust him, especially not now.
As these thoughts whirled round her mind, he continued speaking. "I am going to release you now, but you must promise not to scream."
She fought with the decision for only a few seconds until she made up her mind. She could very well scream out and alert the guards to their presence, but that would be going back on her word. Ty'ani may be many things, but a breaker of promises was not one of them, even toward a vampire. She did have a sense of self honour after all, in spite of her ways in larceny. Plus if she did scream, she wouldn't put it past him to either snap her neck in an instant or disappear completely- possibly both- making her look the fool. With that in mind, she nodded her head.
He said nothing to her as his grip loosened, and merely stood there and watched as she flung herself away, spun and flattened against the wall, eyeing him warily. Looking upon him, Ty'ani couldn't help but feel a small sense of panic rising up when she caught sight of blood clumping the fur of his cloak. Her eyes roamed his face, taking in small details about him that she failed to notice before. Such as the fact that his black and red scales were dulled, lacking the usual lustre of a healthy Argonian, and his one golden eye held an inner light that only now did she realized was completely unnatural, added with the subtle hint of lifelessness within the orb. Seeing all these details now only made her mentally kick herself for not seeing it sooner.
The assassin- whom she now remembered was called Okan-Ru- allowed her to scrutinize him, amusement flooding into his 'healthy' eye as a smirk began to form. "You look like a rabbit caught in torchlight." he commented off-handedly.
Ty'ani swallowed, finding her throat was suddenly dry, as she fought for what to say in response. She knew what she should say, but the words died before they even made it from her thoughts. Instead, she said the first thing that made it out of her tight airways. "You're a-a... a-"
The corner of Okan-Ru's lips rose up even more at her stammering. "Yes?" he drawled mockingly.
Swallowing again, Ty'ani tried for a second time. "You're a vampire."
He merely nodded in response. "Indeed I am." he rumbled, placing his fists on his hips as his eyes rolled. "Granted, that was not the most dignified way I could have revealed that knowledge, but the Gods are truly fickle in their ways, are they not?"
She had nothing to say to that. What could she say though? It wasn't every day that someone whom one is an acquaintance with is revealed to be an undead, bloodsucking monster. So again, she said the first thing that came to mind, her voice becoming shaky. "You killed that man."
"But of course," Okan-Ru replied without blinking and with no hesitation. "He was my contract. It was just his bad luck that he arrived today and I happened to be hungry. Not a clean kill, but it gets the job done. After all, who will miss a crazy old beggar, hmm?"
She shivered at that. The thought wasn't pleasant, but he was right. Nobody would ever miss him, or even know how he died. Except for her that is. With that thought stuck in her mind, she once again caught Okan-Ru's gaze. "But why?"
The assassin only shook his head at her question. "I told you, he was my contract. I do not tend to ask why our clients want these people dead, I just do the deed."
Frankly, Ty'ani felt very insecure right now. The fact that he didn't think twice about murdering a defenceless old man made him all the more frightening, and she couldn't help but fret about her own life now. "So what happens now? Are you going to kill me too?" she shakily inquired, genuinely afraid about what his answer would be.
He stared at her for only a second, shaking his head as he stepped closer. She tensed as he leant his arm on the wall beside her head, looking down at her with an intense look. "No. An assassin and a vampire I may be, but that does not mean I don't posses a sense of honour. There is no point in killing you, as I never kill for pleasure."
The Khajiit eyed him suspiciously, attempting to guess what his game was. It was nigh impossible to read him, so therefore she had no idea if he was being sincere or not. Also, with him towering over and cornering her with is much larger form, it didn't help her unease in the slightest. Still, she glared up at him defiantly. "So what's stopping me from running and telling the guards of your secret?" she challenged.
He rose a brow in response, letting out an amused huff. "Secret? My lady, I beg to differ. I do not recall ever with-holding anything from you, all I did was make it not obvious. It is you that failed to notice." satisfied that he made his point- upon seeing her whirling thoughts followed by reluctant acceptance of his words- he pushed away from his position on the wall, leaning back on one foot and crossing his arms. "As for your question, my answer is nothing." seeing her confusion, he elaborated. "I cannot possibly keep you from revealing what I am at all. No threat I make will frighten you into submission, you are far too... shall we say, special, for that. So you may run off and tell the guards of what you have seen if you so wish, but by the time they arrive, I will be long gone and I will never be found again. Keep that in mind."
Needless to say, Okan-Ru's answer was totally unexpected. If she was honest, she was actually expecting threats made toward her, so his off-handed remark threw an oversized cog in the mechanics. She easily read what he was telling her between the lines as well. If she did go off claiming that she saw a vampire, the guards would most likely ignore her on account of her race, as sad and petty as it was. Even if they did believe her, he will be gone when the guards get there and worse case scenario, she would be called every name under the sun. So really, what was the point?
However, the last thing to register in her mind was when he called her special. Whatever did he mean by that? Did he already know about her being Dragonborn? Or was it something else?
Deciding to voice her thoughts, she asked. "What do you mean I'm far too special?"
He only smiled at her question, answering cryptically. "You soon figure it out, of that I am sure." after that, he began to back away. "But, I am afraid our time together grows short. I must return to the shadows and I'm sure you have much business to attend to also."
Frowning, Ty'ani pushed off the wall as well, glaring at the retreating Argonian. "Wait, you mean you're just going to leave?"
He continued backing away, smiling at her as he reached the back corner of the house. Here he paused, presenting her with an elegant bow. "Until we meet again... Ty'ani." he purred, and just like that, he disappeared round the corner.
Scowling, Ty'ani jogged over to the end of the house- after retrieving her knife- intent on calling him back to explain himself. However, as she turned the corner, all that met her eyes were the mill and rushing stream. He had completely disappeared. Frowning in confusion, she looked around in a bid to catch sight of him. She even ran the perimeter of the old house, but found neither head nor hide of him. How could he have just vanished into thin air like that?
Befuddled, Ty'ani jumped back across the rocks that spanned the stream and stepped back into the hamlet proper. It was only then that she realized that the snow had picked up, as she now possessed white specks of frost in her ebony hair. She rubbed her hands through the loose locks before folding her hood back over her head and hugging her cloak, making her way back to the Inn. No doubt her companions would be awake and eating a warm breakfast by now, she'd better get back and join them, and hopefully put this encounter out of her mind.
As she climbed the Inn's porch and slipped inside, she had no luck as the images of that poor beggar kept repeating in her mind. Once the warmth hit her body, the Khajiit unravelled her cloak and unclipped it from round her neck. As she slipped it off her shoulders, that was when a hand slapped lightly on her back, startling her. Her heart skipped a beat as she whipped around, seeing a grinning Altwen behind her.
"Have a good walk, Kitten?" she asked joyfully, ignoring Ty'ani's brief fright.
Clearing her throat, the girl nodded. "Yes, it was fine."
"Oh really?" the half-elf challenged, cocking an elegant red brow. "'Cus it looks to me like you've seen a ghost, ya fur's standin' on end."
Ty'ani frowned at her, placing a hand on a shapely hip. "Well, that might have something to do with you surprising me like that." she groused, stomping toward the dormitory.
"Oh, come on Kitten," Altwen laughed, following behind her. "It was only a bit of fun. You need to loosen up, your strung way too tight." she smiled as they entered the dorm, encountering Lydia and Haema readying themselves for the day ahead. She leant against the wall as the Khajiit dumped her cloak on the rented bed, smirking as an idea came to her head. "You know what you need though, don't ya Sweets?"
Ty'ani rolled her eyes as she pulled her comb and hair tie from a pocket in her pack, beginning to brush her hair. "I don't know, but I have a feeling your about to tell me."
Altwen's smirk widened at that. "You need to have a good fuck."
Ty'ani tensed at that, embarrassment flowing through her at the half-elf's off-handed suggestion, the comb paused half way through her thick locks. Haema and Lydia on the other hand glared at the woman, the taller of the two Nords boring her icy gaze at her disapprovingly. "That is highly inappropriate, Altwen." the blonde Nord remarked.
"Hey, it's true though. Everyone needs a good roll in the sheets every so often." she pushed off the wall, coming to stand at Ty'ani's side, wrapping an arm round the girl's shoulders. "Tell ya what, the second we get a chance, I'll help you find a good man to tumble with. Or a good woman, dependin' on what ya fancy."
Face heating up, Ty'ani rolled her shoulders to shake off Altwen's arm, finishing with the brush and started to bunch half her hair up into its usual style. "No thank you, I'm fine. I don't need... that."
"Come on." the red-head huntress goaded. "You know you need it."
"No, I don't." the Khajiit retorted, tying the half ponytail and dropped the comb in her pack as she grabbed her coin-purse, heading out the dormitory with the half-elf behind her. "I never have and never intent to in the future."
At her words, Altwen paused, staring at the girl in astonishment. Her forest eyes bugged out as her jaw opened in shock. "Hold a moment. Are you tellin' me that you've literally never had sex before?"
Ty'ani winced at that, spying a couple of people glance their way with curious looks. Ears flattening, she lowered her voice to a murmur as she reached the bar. "Altwen, please not so loud."
Unfortunately, the half-elf paid little regard to her request, her eyes and mouth widening even further, if that was even possible. "You've gotta be jokin'. Tell me that you're jokin'."
The Khajiit's head sank deeper into her shoulders as the woman continued. "Altwen." she warned as she fidgeted uncomfortably.
"By Gods, you're not jokin'!" the huntress practically shouted. "You're really a virgin, seriously?"
Becoming increasingly embarrassed by the attention they were attracting, the Khajiit whirled upon the woman. "Altwen, I don't want to talk about this!"
Yet again though, the huntress ignored her. "That's so unbelievable. There's no way that no one's ever attempted to jump in the sheets with you, your way too sexy to be left alone."
"Altwen!" the girl finally yelled, silencing the woman instantly. "I don't want to talk about this, I'm not in the mood! Just... go away!"
"All right, sheesh." the red head said raising her hands in surrender, frowning at the small Khajiit. "What's gotten down your breeches this mornin', you on your monthly bleed or somethin'?"
"Altwen!"
"All right, all right, I'm goin'." she said at last, backing away from the fuming Khajiit and made her way to her single room, muttering the whole way. "Crazy, hormonal little terror, seriously, the bloody Oblivion was that all about?"
The huntress pushed her way to the room, breezing past Alasse as she exited her room, already clad in her blue robe. She glanced at the door as it closed behind the half-elf, cocking a brow. She turned away before long, locking gazes with Ty'ani as she stepped toward the bar. "I do not wish to know."
Leaning on the counter, Ty'ani rubbed her temples as she attempted to calm her embarrassment. "No, you really don't." she affirmed to the Altmer as she stepped to her side. At that point, the tavern owner returned from serving other customers, looking at the Khajiit uneasily.
"Rough morning, huh?"
Ty'ani only shrugged in response, straightening from the counter. Bunching parts of her hair in a fist, she and Alasse ordered some broth for themselves, retreating to a back table as they waited for the rest of the party to appear. They didn't have to wait long before Lydia and Haema joined them, each clad in the clothing they wore beneath their armour. Once seated, the blonde Nord regarded the Khajiit with concern.
"Has something happened recently, Ty'ani? You seem awfully distant."
Swallowing down a mouthful of warm stew, Ty'ani leant back in the chair and let out a sigh as she rubbed her eyes. She debated telling her companions about what she saw many moments ago, but if she was honest she didn't really want to burden them with it. Okan-Ru may have frightened her with the reveal of his vampirism, but deep down she knew that he won't be a bother to her. Therefore, there wouldn't really be much point telling the others. "No nothing's happened. I'm fine Haema, thank you for asking." she finally settled on. "I just didn't have a decent nights sleep, that's all."
Haema nodded at that. "Ah, I see. The night terrors again, is it?"
The Khajiit frowned at that, staring at the Nord in confusion. How did she know? Was it really that obvious? Seeing her expression, Haema merely smiled. "You tend to notice those sort of things when you become a parent." she assured, patting the girl on the shoulder.
Blinking, Ty'ani cleared her throat before replying. "Well actually, no, it's not the night terrors. Surprisingly, I didn't have any last night. I suppose I've just grown into the habit of waking early."
"Fair enough."
After a moment of silence, Lydia quickly finished off her breakfast- no doubt a habit her guard training drilled into her- clearing her throat as she straightened in her seat. "My Thane, if you would permit me- the mountain winds are going to be unforgiving at this time. Therefore, I believe it wise if we stock up on fire wood before beginning the trek."
Ty'ani couldn't help but agree with her. With the air getting colder down here in the village, then it was going to be a nightmare up on the mountain. Plus, it would be difficult to find wood up the trail that would be suitable to burn, as wet wood wasn't very ideal. She nodded in agreement to Lydia's suggestion. "Okay, we'll all ready ourselves and go together. The more of us there are, the more wood we can carry."
The companions swiftly agreed, finishing up their meals and retreating to their respective rooms. Once they were all ready, they paid the tavern owner and exited the Inn, heading for the saw mill.
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The village had become more lively once the group was prepared, farmers tending to their crops and millers working at the mill. Upon paying the mill owner for the spare wood, they wasted no time in going to the bridge leading to the seven-thousand steps. Before crossing the bridge though, they noticed that there were a couple of men standing there. One was a Nord, the other a Bosmer. As they got closer, they caught wind of their conversation.
"On your way up the seven-thousand steps again, Klimmek?" the Bosmer farmer asked.
The Nord- Klimmek- shook his head. "Not today. I'm just not ready to make the journey up to High Hrothgar, the path isn't safe."
The Bosmer frowned. "Aren't the Greybeards expecting some sort of delivery."
"To be honest, I'm not sure. I'm yet to be allowed into the monastery. Perhaps one day."
As the two began to walk away, Ty'ani ran ahead to catch the attention of the Nord. It seemed he had been up the mountain before, so she had hope that he could give her a little more information about High Hrothgar before leaving. "Excuse me, ser?" she called out to the Nord, watching as he turned to look to her. Stopping before him, he smiled at her.
"Never seen you here before, stranger. Passing through on your way to High Hrothgar? Was about to make a delivery up there myself." he exclaimed.
"I am actually." she confirmed. "I was wondering if you knew anything about the monastery? A little advice for a novice pilgrim?"
He smiled at that. "Well, I've been up to the monastery many times, but never laid eyes on any of the Greybeards, not that I'd care to. Being masters of the Thu'um, they could kill you by uttering a single word." seeing her uneasy expression, his smile widened. "Well, not that they would. They seem peaceful, but I wouldn't want to provoke them."
Ty'ani bit her lip, not feeling at all at ease with the answer. Either way, she continued on. "Okay, well, what sort of deliveries do you make?"
"Mostly food supplies like dried fish and salted meats." he explained. "You know, things that keep fresh for a long time. The Greybeards tend to not get out much, if you catch my meaning."
"And in return?" Ty'ani asked, genuinely curious.
Klimmek crossed his arms, inhaling a breath before answering. "Well, it's kind of an understanding between us. I mean, it just wouldn't feel right to charge them for a bit of preserved food." he sighed then, tapping the side of his thigh. "Trouble is, my legs aren't what they used to be and climbing the seven-thousand steps takes its toll."
Feeling a little sorry for him, Ty'ani immediately piped up. "Well, since I'm heading that way, I could deliver it for you."
The Nord's brows rose, a surprised smile growing on his face. "Really? Well that would be kind of you. Wait here a moment and I'll get the supplies for you." he stepped around her, jogging toward a nearby house. Ty'ani watched him go, until Altwen came up behind her.
"Makin' friends, Kitten?" she asked.
"So to speak." she replied.
The half-elf smiled at that. "So we're luggin' around an extra pack then?"
Ty'ani shrugged. "I just thought it would be nice to do this for him, since we are heading that way."
"I'm not judgin', Sweets." Altwen reassure. "It's not often anyone willin'ly does jobs for others. You keep hold of that kind spirit o' yours."
A tiny smile emerged on the Khajiit's face at that, gazing behind the huntress to see the others looking toward her. It was more likely that they had no idea what she was doing, but either way she was sure that they would approve. Yet another layer to cover her true profession, but she really didn't like to think of it that way, even if it was true. It was a miracle in itself that her Housecarl didn't decide to tell them the truth.
It didn't take long for Klimmek to return, a good sized knapsack in hand. Standing before her, he handed the pack over. "Here you are. At the top of the steps you'll see the offering chest. Just leave the bag inside and you're done." as she took the sack from him, Klimmek continued. "You best keep your wits about you up there. Usually only wolf packs tend to lurk around the path, but this time of year is when trolls come out of hiding. Other than that, watch your footing. In these wintry conditions, the stairs can be treacherous."
Nodding, she bid him farewell before rejoining the group. As one, they crossed the bridge and began the trek up the path.
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Ivarstead soon disappeared below the mist as the five women climbed, the air become increasingly colder with every step they took. Firm mountain gusts caused cloaks to flutter, biting against exposed skin and sucking out any semblance of warmth that may have existed. The snow had now began to fall faster, the flakes fattening the higher they went. The icy winds even forced Haema and Lydia to wrap up, despite their natural resistance to the chill. Alasse had an extra fur cloak wrapped round her as well as her shawl, but she had summoned a small fire spell which gave off the barest amount of heat for them. Without shelter to trap the warmth however, it was very faint. As they climbed higher, Altwen had pulled a makeshift fur shawl from seemingly nowhere and it was now draped over her shoulders and cloak. Ty'ani on the other hand, was finding it incredibly difficult to stay warm.
Every step the Khajiit took felt sluggish, the chill somehow worming its way through her cloak and making her limbs feel numb and lethargic. No matter how tightly she hugged the fur around herself, or how much she rubbed her arms and hands, it was impossible for her to keep the warmth in. It didn't help that the snow continued to speed up.
It became harder to trudge through the increasing snow upon the ground, the gusts and snow almost impairing their vision. It finally got to the point where Ty'ani had become numb, when her body stopped shivering, which was not a good sign. But it was until after that revelation that the Khajiit placed her foot down, only for it to slip from under her when her boot found no purchase against the icy steps. Unprepared, and with the chill decreasing her reaction time, Ty'ani toppled forward onto her hands and knees with a yell. Her gloved fingerless hands sank into the snow, completely soaking them.
The party immediately stopped upon hearing her cry out. The Khajiit leant up on her knees, burying her frozen hands under her armpits in a fruitless effort to warm them up. Alasse reacted instantly, manoeuvring toward the girl and kneeled beside her, bringing her conjured flame closer to her. Ty'ani sighed, both in thanks and in discomfort, as the warmth somewhat stung her face since she was so cold.
The high-elf gazed up to the others, a concerned look emerging on her face. "We cannot carry on like this for much longer," she informed them. "We must find shelter now."
Haema rose her hand up to block the snow, looking over toward the horizon to assess the weather. Squinting against the wind and snow, she grimaced upon seeing the ugly grey clouds beginning to darken. "I agree, the storm's getting worse." she said to them over the howl of the wind.
"Oh yeah, sure." Altwen yelled back. "I really doubt there'll be a cave up here, best we can do is find the biggest rock formation we can and hide behind it."
"At this point, it's the only thing we can do." Haema retaliated. Moving over to the downed Khajiit, the blonde Nord knelt at her side while giving Lydia a sidelong look. "Lydia, take the food supplies." her tone left no room for argument, so the brunette followed the order instantly, slugging the pack over her shoulder. Haema wrapped her hand around the girl's waist and pulled her to her feet.
Meanwhile, Altwen was squinting through the storm, attempting to see through the gales for a suitable place for them to bunker down. Amazingly, she managed to find a collection of boulders that somewhat blocked the winds. "Hey, over here. We can hide behind those rocks."
The five of them, with Haema supporting Ty'ani, made it to the formation. Immediately, Altwen began to gather up stones to make a fire, placing them in a circle before stacking the firewood she had. Once she was done, she stepped back, allowing Alasse to shoot forth the flames she had conjured. The logs caught fire instantly, allowing the flame to spread between them and increase in size.
Upon Haema releasing her to help the others clear out the snow, Ty'ani had huddled up against the boulder, her arms crossed over her chest and her thighs pressed against her body. By Gods, she was so cold and so exhausted. At this high altitude, the air had become thinner, forcing her to take shorter breaths, which didn't help at all. She pressed her chin against her chest, trying to make herself as small as possible to trap whatever warmth she had left. The fire helped, but it was still faint.
In the next moment though, someone sat beside her and without a word, shuffled very close to her side and wrapped an arm around her. The Khajiit gasped in surprise, feeling a bit of metal armour against her waist and thighs, meaning that one of only two people in the group had removed part of their armour so as to not accidentally hurt her. Also, wearing the armour while hugging her would not have done anything, since the metal would be stone cold. Either way, the person hugging her, due to the armour, could either be Haema or... Lydia? But that couldn't be; the brunette woman had made it clear that she doesn't like her, so there was no way that she would lower herself to this level.
Looking up though, she found to her absolute surprise that the person hugging her was indeed Lydia. She gaped in astonishment. The woman had a determined look on her face, as though she didn't want to really be here but also didn't want the Khajiit to freeze either.
Her mind going blank, Ty'ani said the first thing that came to mind. "What are you doing?"
Lydia gave her a indignant look, her lips thinning before replying. "I'm sharing my body heat with you."
Ty'ani frowned a little at that. "I know that, but why?" she questioned.
"Because," Lydia answered with a hint of annoyance. "Despite my reservations of travelling along side you, I cannot very well allow you to freeze to death. As my Thane, it's my duty to protect you. Also, as Dragonborn, you are far too important to lose now. I admit that I despise being this close to you, but honour demands that I do not allow you to die."
Wonders will never cease apparently. Thinking it best not to question this any further, Ty'ani instead left the issue be and accepted it. Before long, she had begun to warm up and without realizing it, she had leant in closer to Lydia, a low unconscious purr resounding in her throat.
On her part, Lydia was starting to feel a little uncomfortable. If she had any other choice, then she would never had been here in the first place. Damn her and her soft heart. Her discomfort wasn't because she hated Ty'ani's race, far from that. In her opinion, the Khajiit were unfairly treated and she felt nothing but sorrow for them, having been forced to stay out of cities and suffer Skyrim's environment. No, her discomfort sported from having the little thief so close to her.
Glancing down at her, the girl seemed far too content leaning against her like that. She refused to think that she was snuggling, because the brunette didn't think her pride could take that blow, it was already wounded enough. The purring didn't help in the slightest, only rubbed more salt into the wound.
Lydia snapped her gaze around when she heard faint laughing, seeing Altwen looking their way from the other side of the fire, mirth alight in her forest eyes. "Aw, look at you two. So cute." she gushed mockingly.
Scowling, Lydia growled back. "Don't even start."
Raising her hands up in surrender, Altwen continued. "Hey, I'm not judging Sunshine. You two can start dry humpin' each other for all I care."
Lydia fumed at that, but made no move to dignify that with a response. She just rolled her eyes grumpily and attempted to numb herself from the Khajiit's closeness.
Alasse however, becoming increasingly annoyed with the huntress, scowled at her. "I suggest you cease your incessant comments now. We are all exhausted and are in no mood to handle your inappropriate behaviour."
In return, Altwen merely waved an uncaring hand. "Yeah yeah, I hear ya. But surely even you understand that a little humour never hurt anyone, 'specially considerin' how tired we all are."
"If it is all the same to you, Altwen," Haema began. "We all really could do without any humour right now, just allow us to rest until the storm dies down."
The red head rolled her eyes at that. "Ugh, fine." she drawled like a child, crossing her arms. "You lot are no fun."
Now in silence, the adventurers stayed huddled round the fire for just under an hour, taking advantage of what time they had to have some of their rations. Only occasionally did they have a brief banter with one another, but that was only to drown out the deafening silence- discounting the howling winds.
Before too long, the winds and snow began to die down enough to continue the climb. It was still freezing cold, but at least they could get a move on now. Packing up their loose equipment, and Alasse dousing the fire with a simple ice spell, they prepared to continue their trek. Gazing over the side of the mountain, Ty'ani discovered that she couldn't see what lay below as the surrounding area was covered with thick fog. Frowning, she looked over to her companions. "How long have we been climbing?" she asked, as she couldn't judge the time for herself since the grey clouds thoroughly hid the sun from view.
Altwen answered her instantly. "I'd estimate 'round a quarter of the day. So if we pick up the pace, we'll probably have the time to climb back down before nightfall."
"Then we had better get moving." Haema added. "The sooner we reach the Greybeards, the sooner we can get out of this cold."
"I'm all for that." Ty'ani agreed, picking up Klimmek's supplies once hers were in place. "Let's go."
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Hours later, the winds had yet again begun to pick up but thus far hadn't worsened the snow, much to the relief of the five. On the journey up, the only trouble they had run into was a single ice wolf, it's thick pelt shaggy and physic gaunt, as though it hadn't had a meal in days. It was easy to put the starve crazed animal out of it's misery, though they sensed that there were others nearby but for whatever reason, the creatures left them alone for the time being.
Before long, just as the freezing gusts began to get to them again, they turned a corner to encounter a bronze statue. The statue was of a man, clad in ancient armour and a glorious cloak, his head covered with a horned helm and was lowered. The hands rested on the hilt of a sword, which was impaled in a snake-like creature. This statue was one that the group instantly recognised, as it was quite commonplace over the province.
A depiction of Talos.
They looked upon the statue in awe. While Ty'ani was not a follower of Talos in any regard, she couldn't help but admit that there was a certain feeling of reverence while staring at it. Haema and Lydia smiled contently at it as well, pressing a fist on their chests in respect for whom the statue represented. Alasse meanwhile merely appreciated the symbolism rather than the religious significance.
Altwen on the other hand placed a flat hand on her chest, a blank expression on her face. It wasn't clear what was running through her thoughts, but it was clear that she too was paying respects to the Nordic God.
Looking past the statue, Ty'ani finally got a glimpse of a large and dark tower, so dark that the stones were almost black if not for the snow layered over top. That aside, there were little signs of the structure being withered or aged, showcasing the ancient Nords' dedication to building their structures to last. There also was an air of reverence around the very structure itself, similar to what one would feel in a temple. In fact, if Ty'ani hadn't known before, she would had assumed it was exactly that.
Turning back to look to her companions, the Khajiit took a breath. "Well, we made it."
"Thank the Gods." Altwen moaned. "Let's go in then, I'm freezin' my tits off."
The five climbed the main staircase leading to the twin sets of stairs that ended with two sets of metal doors on either side, as well as a platform in between that housed a large chest. This must be the offering chest that Klimmek mentioned. Taking off the hefty pack, Ty'ani approached the chest, opening it and placing the bag inside. Lowering the lid back down, she glanced at the others.
Smiling, Haema gestured to one of the doors. "Go on, Ty'ani. You should be the first to enter."
Looking back toward the doors, the Khajiit took a deep breath, beginning to climb the stairs. As she pushed open the doors, the wind blew mournfully into the opening as they stepped inside. Once they were all in, they quickly closed the doors, shutting out the cold.
Before them was a cavernous chamber, the outside of which was alight with braziers which produced both light and warmth. A pleasant change from the weather beyond the walls. Several hallways lined the sides, no doubt leading to more of the monastery, with a large platform up ahead. It had two sets of stairs flanking it, leading to several sets of doors, similar to the ones they entered from. Most likely, they lead back outside. However, as they studied the area, they found no sign of a living soul.
Stepping further in, the group took the opportunity to look around some more. "Wow." Altwen commented. "Ancient Nords really liked their high ceilin's, don't they?" she smirked then, nudging Alasse with an elbow. "Hey, you think they were tryin' to compensate for somethin'?"
Alasse in return only gave the half-elf an acidic look, not replying at all.
Also ignoring Altwen, Haema smiled as she gazed around. "I truly never believed that I would be standing here, in High Hrothgar. It is... a strange feeling, I will admit."
"Yes, but..." Lydia began, glancing around also. "Where are the Greybeards?"
Looking around warily herself, Ty'ani bit her lip as she stepped further in, clearing her throat nervously. "Hello?" she called out. "Anyone here?" she waited a moment, but she received no answer. She frowned in confusion, turning to glance back at the party, seeing they were just as lost as she was.
Altwen shrugged. "Guess nobody's home." she said off-handedly. Ty'ani couldn't help but feel annoyed about that. Why call her to climb this forsaken mountain if no one was going to be here to meet her? What an absolute waste.
However just as that thought crossed her mind, her ear twitched upon catching the sound of soft footfalls. Snapping her gaze to the right, she spotted an old bearded man garbed in grey hooded robes emerging from the hallway. As he stepped into the chamber, three other monks also appeared from seemingly nowhere, each clad in a similar fashion as the first. They congregated in the centre of the chamber, each folding their hands into their oversized sleeves. A moment later, one stepped forth, studying the party with a scrutinising look.
"Which of you is the Dragonborn?" he asked in a withered, but strong voice.
After giving her companions an uncertain look, Ty'ani took a deep breath before stepping forward and removing her hood from her head. Her hands curled into fists as the old man studied her with a cocked brow, almost as if he didn't believe that she was the Dragonborn. Either way, Ty'ani still ended up wringing her hands together uneasily as he appraised her, as if he was staring directly into her soul. After a few more silent seconds, he finally spoke. "An unusual Dragonborn appears, at this moment in the turning of the age. How interesting..."
The Khajiit frowned in confusion. Whatever did he mean by that? It can't be so unusual that a Dragonborn is a Khajiit, right? "Erm.." she voiced back. "I erm... I was wondering if you could help me?"
"Ah," the elder nodded. "That entirely depends on your definition of 'help'. But first, let us see if you truly are Dragonborn. Let us taste of your Voice."
Ty'ani blinked. "You mean... Shout at you? Won't that hurt you?"
"Worry not." he reassured. "I will not be harmed."
The Khajiit hesitated, despite the reassurance. From the moment she received this power back in Bleak Falls Barrow, she constantly felt the strength within. Even more so after she absorbed the dragon's power and Shouted to the sky, feeling the intense aura as it was released. Therefore with that in mind, how can this old man claim that she won't hurt him when she doesn't even know the full strength of this power herself? Looking at this old man's face though, she saw confidence in her, as though he truly believed that he could resist her power. Letting out a sigh, she took a deep breath. "Fus!"
The familiar blue concussive wave escaped from Ty'ani's mouth, slamming into the Greybeard's chest in force, causing him to stumble back a few steps. Following that, the wave travelled past him, slamming into some pots that rested at the foot of the platform. Some of them were pushed out of position, but the rest shattered completely, causing Ty'ani to wince as the pieces spread over the floor.
From behind her, she heard Altwen let out a little laugh at her expense. Mentally making a note to punch her later, she awkwardly glanced at the old man with an apologetic look. "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to do that."
"It is... quite all right." the elder man breathed, his expression filled with astonishment. Paying no further mind to the mess, he bowed his head to her, the others at the side doing the same. "Dragonborn. It truly is you. Welcome to High Hrothgar." raising his head, he once more tucked his hands into his sleeves as he continued. "I am Master Arngeir. I speak for the Greybeards. Now, Dragonborn, may we have the honour of knowing your name?"
"My name is Ty'ani." she replied, bowing her head to the monks but quickly rose her gaze back up onto Arngeir. "If I may, who exactly are you? What is this place?"
Arngeir smiled at her questions. "You have many questions and are curious, I see. Good, you will need that curiosity for your training."
"My training?" the girl echoed in a questioning tone.
"Yes, dear child." he replied. "You will have much to learn. We will do our best to teach you how to use your gift in fulfilment of your destiny."
Ty'ani frowned at that. She really didn't like that word, destiny. She had a strong belief in cause and effect, and hated the idea of her life decisions being made for her. Sensing the change in her but not commenting on it, Arngeir continued as he studied each of the women. "Undoubtedly you have all travelled far, and must be exhausted. Come, allow us to present you with some refreshments."
Haema smiled in gratitude of the offer, placing a hand on her chest and bowing respectfully. "We are humbled by your hospitality, Master Arngeir, and graciously accept."
The five women followed the four elders through one of the hallways, soon emerging in a room with a large stone table in the centre with multiple chairs surrounding it. Allowing the adventurers to enter first, they each stepped inside whilst removing their equipment and cloaks. They took their seats as two of the Greybeards disappeared, while the other two seated with them. Looking around, Ty'ani spied many tapestries hanging from high on the walls. They each had symbols on them, written with the same runes that she encountered in Bleak Falls Barrow.
Before long, the other two Greybeards reappeared, baring a couple of platters which held breads, fruits and meats, as well as some water. Placing them down and when they got settled, Arngeir turned his attention to Ty'ani. "To answer your previous question, Dragonborn, we are the Greybeards, followers of the Way of the Voice. You stand in High Hrothgar, on the slopes of Kynareth's sacred mountain. Here we commune with the voice of the sky, and strive to achieve balance between our inner and outer selves." in response to his words, Ty'ani nodded in understanding. He continued on. "For the time being, your training will have to wait. In the meantime, is there anything more that you wish to know?"
Ty'ani stared at the man for a while before lowering her gaze, contemplating an appropriate answer to give. She knew what she wanted to say, but she wasn't entirely sure how to put it into words. Taking a steadying breath and steeling herself, she tentatively replied. "There is something, yes. I wish to know... is there any way for me to remove my Dragonborn nature?"
A long drawn out silence filled the air after her statement. The Greybeards sat in their seats with obvious shock on their faces, staring at the Khajiit. Her companions were no different, the majority having their mouths open in astonishment. After several seconds, it was Lydia who broke the silence. "What?" she all but demanded.
Haema leant forward, placing a hand on the Khajiit's arm, causing her to turn and face the Nord. "Ty'ani, why ever would you ask that? Why would you want to remove this blessing?"
"Blessing?" the white Khajiit echoed almost venomously, turning her sapphire gaze to large woman. "I'm sorry for saying so, Haema, but to me this is not a blessing. I am in possession of a power that I shouldn't even have in the first place. A Khajiit whom is on par with Tiber Septim? That's just... absurd. And forgetting the obvious ridicule I will receive, I don't want to be the Dragonborn. I don't want to own this power. I am a nobody, I'm no hero and I have no wish to be. I just want to be myself again." pausing in her rant, she turned back to the Greybeards. "You know about this power more than anyone, that is the reason I came to you, to see if you could help me in ridding myself of it. Can you?"
Arngeir gazed at her for only a moment, folding his hands upon the stone table, letting out a sigh. "We cannot." he simply replied.
Feeling her heart sink, Ty'ani's breath caught in her throat before speaking again. "Why not?"
"You are asking mere men to remove what was given to you by a Divine." he elaborated. "Such a task is impossible to achieve. A gift given by Akatosh himself is not so easily removed."
Once again, tense silence enveloped the room, all within disinclined to break it. Even Altwen didn't say a word. After some time though, Arngeir spoke again. "May I ask, young Ty'ani, do you believe your race is reason enough to make you unworthy of the Thu'um? Is it truly so unbelievable that the Gods are not blind to what you are?" at the girl's silence, he continued on. "I cannot pretend to know the Divines intentions, nor will I ever. But I shall say this: I know that your people are looked upon with little kindness, especially here in Skyrim, but in the eyes of the Gods all races are equal. When they chose you to carry the Dragon Blood, they cared only for the quality of your character, and not your race."
"But the Divines have never been a part of my life." Ty'ani admitted. "My life has been filled with hardships, and not once have I turned to the Gods and prayed for things to be better. I never saw the point of praying to beings who would never answer my calls, so why would they choose me?"
"Ah," the Greybeard intervened. "You forget that the Divines are not revered by all, but that does not sway them from watching over us. So, answer me this: why would they refuse you?"
The Khajiit stared at the old man for the longest time, mulling over the simple question. She honestly had no credible answer for him. "Because... Because..." she stammered, her gaze lowering to her folded hands. She had no idea how to answer, not without sharing her secret. She knew that if she revealed her true nature to her companions, then their opinion of her will drop dramatically. As a child whom was turned away at every point, it was understandable. But now, when she has a means to do better...
Seeing no other choice- and not believing she was actually doing this- she finally confessed. "Because I'm not worthy. I'm not worthy of a power such as this Voice, because I am a liar and a cheat." she closed her eyes to shield herself from her friends scrutiny, feeling tears beginning to form. "I'm not worthy of being the hero people need me to be, because I'd sooner take advantage of them. I am... I'm... I'm a thief, a criminal."
On her confession, silence once again filled the room. Ty'ani kept her eyes closed, fearing to look her companions in the eye now. After many moments, the girl becoming more tense by the second, Arngeir finally spoke. "I see. You believe that your criminal past makes you incapable of filling the role."
"It is not the past." she confessed once again. "It is who I am."
The elder man folded his hands on the table, making them disappear into the voluminous sleeves. "Yes, well while this revelation is quite astounding, I believe that this does not make you unworthy." that caused Ty'ani to finally snap her head up, staring incredulously at him with glossy eyes. "It was not by chance that you were chosen as the Dragonborn. Regardless of what you have done in the past or present, the Gods believed you capable of fulfilling your role. Be you a honourable warrior or a lowly criminal, that does not mean you cannot assume the responsibility."
Stunned into silence once more, Ty'ani looked between the four Greybeards with an obvious air of uncertainty, having nothing to say in response. Biting her lip, she chanced looking over to her companions. Seeing their blank expressions staring right back at her only made her feel much worse, as she couldn't gauge what they were thinking at all. After so long, with a chest tight with sorrow, she couldn't take much more. With an almost inaudible sob, she swiftly rose from the chair and ran out the room. Unsurprisingly, no one called after her.
She ran back into the main chamber, tears beginning to stream from her eyes as she climbed the stairs to the main platform. Sluggishly walking to the centre, she collapsed on her knees before falling onto her rear. She brought her knees up and wrapped her tail and arms around them as she sniffed, wiping the tears from her cheeks.
She sat there for what felt like an age, tears continuously dripping from her eyes at a steady rate. Her mind worked over time, believing that now the others knew what she was, that they would no longer want to be near her. Thieves have always been looked down upon, and her companions had proven that they were all loyal to the law of the land. They will look down on her now, that much she is certain of.
A little while later, as she continued to stare into space occasionally wiping away tears, that was when she heard foot steps approaching her. She couldn't bear to turn and see who it is, so she stayed exactly as she was, allowing the person to step up beside her. That was until the person spoke. "All curled up in a ball and starin' into space. That's never a good sign."
Altwen's voice was very recognisable, due to it's honey smooth tone and laid back slur. Looking over, she witnessed the half-elf huntress sit down beside her, her forest eyes looking toward the spot she was just staring at. Sighing, she glanced away, lowering her gaze to her knees. "I'm not in any mood for your hijinks right now, Altwen."
"Not here for that, Kitten." the woman admitted softly. She paused for a moment before continuing. "It's a bundle of confusion in there. The others have no idea what to think of you now, ya know."
The Khajiit sighed at that, burying her head into her knees. "They hate me now, don't they?"
Altwen inhaled through her nose before replying. "Well actually, I dunno. I mean, that Arngeir fellow raised some really good points, and he had a bit of a chat with us 'bout it so that might've helped. If you ask me though, they shouldn't think any less of ya. I mean, your a fantastic girl. Kind, passionate, and a hella shot with that bow- and comin' from me, that means a lot." she then turned to the girl, a warm expression on her face. "That was really brave of you by the way; comin' clean like that. Don't see many people who'd do that."
Raising her head up, Ty'ani glanced over at Altwen, her face still holding a miserable expression. "Why are you so accepting? Aren't you mad with me from keeping this from you?"
"Not at all." the half-elf dismissed, shaking her head. "If anythin', I respect you even more. Besides, you remember me tellin' you 'bout my mate's sister?" at Ty'ani's nod, she continued. "Well, not many people know this, but she had a tendency to steal stuff as well. Used to be part of the old Thieves Guild in Cyrodiil as well."
That surprised Ty'ani, causing her to stare at the woman with an amazed expression. "Really?"
"Yup." the huntress affirmed. "Didn't care a cinch back then either. Bottom line, as far as I'm concerned, you can be whatever the hell you want, as long as your heart's in the right place."
Now this was something that the Khajiit wasn't expecting, especially not from Altwen of all people. Turns out that this carefree woman can be mature, go figure. Either way, she was absolutely right. Her spirits risen, the Khajiit smiled and wiped away the remaining tears before leaning in toward Altwen, wrapping her arms around her. "Thank you Altwen, I needed that."
Smiling, the half-elf patted her head. "Anytime, Kitten."
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Ty'ani and Altwen re-entered the dining room some time later. Everyone was still present, exactly where they left them, all of whom looked toward them upon their arrival. Taking a deep breath, Ty'ani stepped ahead of Altwen, wringing her hands together as she did so. Clearing her dry throat, she softly began. "I apologize, Master Arngeir, for running away like that. It's just that... well, I-"
She was forced into silence by Arngeir raising a hand. "There is no need for apologies, Dragonborn. You are overwhelmed and highly stressed, I understand how you feel." he glanced around to the others in the room as he carried on. "I have been talking with your friends and believe that you all should speak with one another. We will give you your privacy." at that, all four Greybeards rose from their seats and exited the room, leaving the companions behind.
For the longest moment after Ty'ani and Altwen seated themselves, there was only silence between them. Resting her hands on her lap and folding them together, the Khajiit bit her lip as she fought for what to say, feeling more awkward as time went on. After a moment, she finally sighed.
"Well," she began quietly. "I suppose I have some explaining to do."
Haema was the only one to answer. "Yes, I believe you do." she said in a low, blank voice, her icy eyes boring into the girl. "I am not going to pretend that I'm not disappointed Ty'ani, but we are willing to listen to what you have to say. We owe you that much."
Heaving another breath, Ty'ani tentatively started. "Well, I suppose I should start from the beginning. When I was a child, I was orphaned back in Elsweyr. I was constantly turned away and ignored, and the only way I could live was through stealing. I have never had an education, and I never learnt any new skills. Up until now, the only way I can live is through thievery. I know it's a poor excuse, and I know I should have given it up but..." it was here she paused for a moment, trying to find the right words to say. Finally figuring if she was willing to tell them that much, may as well come completely clean. "It was why I went to Bleak Falls Barrow in the first place. I was caught for stealing and the Jarl gave me the choice to either go there, or spend time in jail. Me being here is just because of my dishonesty but I know no other life, it's just who I am. And if none of you can accept that, then I understand. I'm under no illusion that you'd want to stay with me."
After her explanation, Ty'ani felt a hand on her shoulder. Looking over, she saw that it was Altwen and she began comforting her as well as looking toward the others. "Look," she stated in a serious tone. "I'm gonna be mature for once. I'm not gonna pretend that stealin' is a good thing, but the thing is, in the time each of us have known Ty'ani, she has never let us down. She's already proven to all of us that she's kind hearted and fair. Plus, Arngeir's right; the Divines chose her to be Dragonborn, so there is somethin' about her that bares fruit, right? Are you lot really gonna question the Gods decision?"
Alasse leant forward at this, linking her fingers together as she bore her eyes into the half-elf. "I highly doubt that you hold the Divines in high regard anyway, so why would you, of all people, bring that point up at all?"
"Oh don't be a sceptic, Ice Queen." the red head retorted. "While you may be right in that I don't highly regard all of the Divines, I still hold on to the belief of their decision. Also, I believe in Ty'ani and if that don't mean anythin' to you lot then, well, you can all screw off. She has my faith and trust and I'll stand by her 'til the end. What about you lot?"
Sighing, Haema leant forward and rested her elbows on the table, linking her hands together before resting her chin on them. Her blue eyes stared into the stone surface, studying the imperfections in the masonry. After a few tense moments, she inhaled through her nose and let it out in a big puff of air while leaning back. Massaging the bridge of her nose, she spoke. "Look, Ty'ani, this revelation has thrown a cog in the works right now. On the one hand, I'm deeply disappointed with the life choice that you made and I truly expected better from you. I wanted to believe that you had risen above the stereotype of your race, and was going to prove that your people were not what others claim them to be." Ty'ani lowered her eyes at that, her posture visibly deflating at the lecture, knowing that Haema was absolutely right. But the Nord wasn't finished. "However, Altwen is also right. The Gods chose you to be Dragonborn and as such, that signifies that they saw something in you to grant you this power. As such, I am willing to over look your criminal nature as there are more important matters to attend to."
The blonde woman stood from her chair then, walking over toward the seated Khajiit and towered above her, making the girl feel uncomfortable. "Know that from this point on, you will have to regain my trust. But that aside, I am willing to remain by your side."
Pursing her lips nervously, Ty'ani looked the woman in the eye before nodding. "I understand." as Haema nodded as well and returned to her seat, the Khajiit lowered her gaze while the half-elf turned hers to Lydia and Alasse.
"Well? What about you two?" she demanded.
Lydia just huffed. "My standing is very clear on this matter. I loath the fact that she is a thief, but she is my Thane and as such, I'm bound by my duty to protect her. No matter my own feelings, I will continue to guard her from harm."
Satisfied by her response, Altwen turned her full attention to Alasse, crossing her arms as she regarded the Altmer. "Ice Queen?" she prodded.
Alasse narrowed her eyes, straightening her posture as she tilted her head up, so they saw her eyes a lot more clearly from under her hood. They didn't like what they saw. "I shall make this perfectly clear for you: I cannot, in good conscience, lower my standing to travel with one such as you." seeing the Khajiit's eyes lower in dejection, she continued. "Understand that I respect you as a person Ty'ani, but thievery is the one thing that I cannot tolerate."
"Are you kiddin' me?!" Altwen practically yelled. "You cold hearted bitch! How could you just-"
"Altwen!" Ty'ani interrupted, placing a hand on the huntress' arm. "It's okay. Really. Alasse, if that's really how you feel, then I understand. I'm not going to stop you from leaving."
Alasse sighed, closing her acid green eyes briefly before gazing at the girl in her sapphire ones. "Believe me Ty'ani when I say this. You are a good woman at heart, and were the situation any different I would stay. As of now however, I cannot in good standing. For now, I will remain until we return to Ivarstead. After that, we will go our separate ways."
Ty'ani nodded. "I understand, truly I do." sighing again, the white Khajiit rose from her seat, trying to regain her composure. "I'd better go find Arngeir, get my training over with." without waiting for a reply, she turned and exited the dining room.
It didn't take long for her to find the Greybeards, as all four were in the main chamber, two of whom were knelt in the centre, praying. Arngeir was standing, his hands in his sleeves and head lowered in contemplation. Upon hearing her footsteps, he turned his head in her direction, lowering his arms to his sides. He spoke as she stepped closer. "Have you resolved your dilemma with your companions?"
Lowering her eyes, she hesitantly replied. "Somewhat."
He gazed at her with a kind look. "Fret not, young Ty'ani. Your companions may have fallen out of sorts, but know in times of strife that they shall remain by your side." seeing her acceptance of his words, despite her sombre mood, he continued on. "Now Dragonborn, are you willing to allow us to teach you how to hone your Thu'um?"
A long pause stretched for a little while, but Ty'ani still spoke up, her voice quiet. "Before we begin, I have some questions."
"Of course, I will do my best to answer." the Greybeard replied contently.
The Khajiit began without hesitation. "You mentioned earlier that I had a destiny to fulfil. What exactly is my destiny?"
"Truthfully, I cannot say." the elder answered. "That is for you to discover for yourself. We are merely here to guide you in that pursuit, just as the Greybeards have sought to guide those that came before you."
Ty'ani perked up at that. "You mean I'm not the only Dragonborn?"
Arngeir inclined his head. "You are not the first. There have been many of the Dragon Blood since Akatosh first bestowed the gift upon mortal kind. Whether you are the only Dragonborn of this age... that is not ours to know. You are the only one that has been revealed thus far. That is all I can say."
Ty'ani sighed once again, her fingers fiddling with a belt-pouch on her right hip. "So, why are the dragons returning? Does it have something to do with me?"
The elder man placed his fist on his hips, sighing as he replied. "No doubt. The appearance of a Dragonborn at this time is not an accident. Your destiny is surely bound up with the return of the dragons." lowering his arms, he continued. "You should focus your Voice, and soon your path will be made clear."
Ty'ani frowned at that dismissive comment. Curiosity at full circle, she pressed on. "Surely there's more you can tell me."
"There is indeed much that we know that you do not." Arngeir agreed. "That does not mean you are ready to understand it. Your mastery of the Voice can easily tempt you into the arrogance of power that has been the downfall of many Dragonborns before you."
Feeling a little like a scolded child, Ty'ani moved on with her questioning. "May I ask then, are there only four of you?"
"Five." he corrected. "Our leader, Paarthurnax, lives alone on the peak of the Throat of the World. When your Voice can open the path, you will know you are ready to speak to him."
Confused, the Khajiit frowned. "What do you mean? When can I meet him?"
"As I said, you will know you are ready when your Voice can open the path to him. Just know that for now, you are not yet ready to understand. That will take time and patience."
"I understand." Ty'ani accepted, lowering her head. After a moment, she gazed back at him. "If you would permit me, could you tell me more about the Greybeards?"
Nodding himself, Arngeir began his explanation. "We study the Way of the Voice, according to the teachings of our founder, Jurgen Windcaller. Very few are permitted to study with us here at High Hrothgar. But in your case, Dragonborn, it is a privilege to guide you towards mastery of your Voice."
"What is the 'Way of the Voice'?" she inquired, genuinely curious.
The monk didn't hesitate to answer. "The Voice was a gift of the Goddess Kynareth, at the dawn of time. She gave mortals the ability to speak as dragons do. Although this gift has often been misused, the only true use of the Voice is for the worship and glory of the Gods. True mastery of the Voice can only be achieved when your inner spirit is in harmony with your outward actions." at that point, he folded his hands together, raising his head as though he was revering the Divines. "In the contemplation of the sky, Kynareth's domain, and the practise of the Voice, we strive to achieve this balance."
That was a lot to take in, and Ty'ani barely managed to follow. This philosophy seemed fairly complicated, but at the same time fairly simple. It was hard to explain, but either way if she wanted to truly understand, then the Khajiit was willing to follow along. "I will try to follow the Way of the Voice." she promised.
"That is commendable." Arngeir praised with a pleased smile, but it didn't last long. "But remember, the Dragon Blood is itself a gift from Akatosh. Do not try to deny that gift. Your destiny requires you to use your Voice- why else would Akatosh have bestowed this power upon you?" Ty'ani didn't have an answer for that. She still wasn't even sure what the Gods were thinking to give her this power in the first place. Arngeir continued. "If you remember to use your Voice in service to the purpose of Akatosh, you will remain true to the Way."
Again, Ty'ani nodded in acknowledgement. It was all very baffling to her, but she felt confident that she'll understand given time. She then glanced toward the other Greybeards, one of whom was even looking her way, while the other two were still in prayer. Though she had no doubt that they could hear her anyway. Looking back to Arngeir, she spoke again. "One last question, if I may?"
Upon the elder's nod, she proceeded. "I mean no disrespect, but why don't the others talk?"
Arngeir merely smiled at the question. "Their Voices are too powerful for anyone not trained in the Way to withstand. Even a whisper could kill you."
That made the girl uneasy all over again. So Klimmek was right then. In which case, she is definitely not going to provoke them in any way. Clearing her throat, she decided she had enough with asking questions, confident that she had learned enough for now. Looking the old monk in the eye, she folded her hands behind her back and held her head up high. "In which case, if there is no way for me to rid myself of this power, then I will assume the role of the Dragonborn. I am willing to learn everything you are willing to teach me."
The Greybeard smiled contently. Gesturing with his arm for her to stand in the centre of the chamber, he spoke quietly. "Then we shall do our best to teach you."
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Edit: It was only now that I realized that I've spelt Klimmek's name wrong all throughout this chapter, *facepalm*. I've also added a little more to Ty'ani's explanation of her thieving ways to her friends, as well a few touch ups on spelling here and there.