Songfic: Winter Wonderland. Not my lyrics. Link: . ?/topic/863230-skyrim-christmas-songs/

Enjoy.

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"Hey...Kharjo?"

"Yes?"

"Have you heard of the New Life Festival?"

"This one has, why do you ask-Hey, stop that!"

"Its just one kiss! Come on, its tradition."

Laughter."Later, okay?"

"Hmph."

More Laughter.

Wolves are howling,

Horses prancing.

In the sky,

lights are dancing.

Exciting to see,

As we creep stealthily,

Treading in a Nordic wonderland.

"Khjaro didn't know you can sing." The male khajiit said as he bashed another wolf head in, killing the last of the wolf pack. As he sheathed his sword, he looked over to the female khajiit, who sat upon a sleek black horse with red eyes. It kinda unsettled the desert walker but she insisted that the horse was...safe around her. Her blue eyes stared up into the the light filled sky with a content look. Khjaro would have smiled and join her in the watching the sky...

If she didn't have his glass sword in her hand, telling him to keep up with his things.

Ruins coaxing you to enter.

For the treasure at their centers.

Even though I dismay,

I'll let you have your way,

Treading in a Nordic wonderland.

"Move your tail, I need clear shot." Kharjo hissed, making the female in front of him to jump and scramble over to his side. She was jumpy ever since he convinced her to come into this ruin. She began to sing to herself and considering the verse she said, she was reffering to him. The sound of a nearby draug made her huddle herself closer to the male khajiit and this made him feel little warmer. Kharjo raised his bow as the draug came into sight...

Just for his marksman skills to go unoticed as the female khajiit FUS ROH DAed the dead corpse to peices.

In the tundra, we can hunt some big game,

Such as the mammoths giants keep.

Though we'll try hard, it's always the same.

The giants make us scamper just like sheep.

The female Khajiit shot another arrow at the overgrown human and quickly hid back behind the rock. As she hid again, Kharjo looked at her.

"Why are we hunting giants and mammoths?" he asked. She didn't answer as she went to go shoot another arrow, successfully hitting the mammoth nearby. The huge cow couldn't handle it and fell over with a large thump, causing her to jump up with a loud "YES!"...

Out of nowhere, a angry looking giant who was very close roared at them, making the female cat jump up, grab Kharjo, and book it down the road.

Then maybe later, on the north coast,

We can cook up some horker roast.

And perhaps a dish

From the slaughterfish,

Treading in a Nordic wonderland.

Kharjo, despite enjoying his adventures with the dragonborn, was really happy to be back with Ahkarvi and the caravan. It was more...peaceful. He could actually relax, even though traveling with her gave him a good rush.

"I BROUGHT DINNER!"

Kharjo snapped his head over to see the object of his thoughts, carrying a large sack. As she came closer, the smell of horker and slaugterfish followed. She tossed the bag down and qickly began to cook up the meat. Kharjo peered around and realized the others were looking at the Dagonborn, waiting for her to finish so they can eat the meal she so generously given them...

He also realized he was doing the same, and lauged to himself.

In the tundra, we can battle dragons,

Even though you lack the Voice.

And after, at the tavern, in our flagons,

We'll reminisce about the daring choice!

"What a rush!" Kharjo exclaimed as the female khajiit dunked herself into a bottle of ale. After taking a large sip, she sighed and placed it back on the table with a tink. They came to talk about the dragon that nearly took their tails off. She told the story as if the tale was as old as time and was a classic. Well, it certainly impressed the drunk people of the tavern. Now, she had her head on the table, a peice of sweetroll in her claws. Kharjo decided to gently take the sweet treat away from her to keep her clean...

With a snap, the dragonborn growled at him and continued to eat her treat.

'Cross the mountains,

through the valleys,

Through the caves,

and shipwrecked galleys,

We're fated to roam

Our wintery home,

Treading in a Nordic wonderland!

Treading in a Nordic Wonderland

Treading...in a winter...

"Wonderland!"

Kharjo clapped and the female desert walker whirled around to look at him, a slight embarrased smile on her face.

"That was really good, well this one thinks so." Kharjo said walking closer to her.

She smiled a toothy smile.

"I even have one when we reach Dragonsreach! Listen: "Deck the halls with battle axes Fa la la la la -"

Kharjo placed a clawed finger to her lips, easily quieting her. He then raised a red and green plant above their heads, jingling it around a little.

She looked at him, surprised. "I thought you-"

"Kharjo said 'Later'." said the male khajiit quietly before closing the space between them.

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This one likes fluffy things. And Kharjo.