"We'll do some more tomorrow, then?"

I froze as I opened the doors to Omazirr's room and I glanced back at him. He sat there on the edge of his bed with his feet planted firmly on the ground. His elbow was resting on his knee and his his chin was resting in his open palm. I wasn't expecting him to ask me that. Maybe take more of a direct route - "Same time tomorrow. And this time, don't fall asleep." I found myself making a mental image of him, even as I looked away.

Hid dark gray fur stayed the same, but his image came as a bold, muscular warrior that was much taller than me - by a few feet. In order to get into the room, the mental image of him would have had to duck. His eyes were dark in my mind, but not in a mysterious or enchanting kind of way. I figured it was more as a dangerous vibe to him. In my mind, he was standing on a mountain with the sun setting behind him, the glow illuminating the surrounding area. His hands were rested tensely on his hips and his tail moved vigorously back and forth. There were dirt stains all over him -his armor and his fur, and blood looked caked into his fur as well. His posture was tense, as though he were waiting for something to strike him.

A first impression could leave quite a trail in somebody's mind, aye?

And I knew that because when I turned back to look at him, and the way he sat there, it wasn't the same thing I saw in my mind. The mental image screamed and uncivil man, but looking back at the real image of him -with my real eyes,- I saw a civilized kinsman who was curious to learn more. While his body language -and spoken language- spoke brute and criminal, but he was really just... I didn't know how to explain it, but he wasn't all big and bad. It was just a look to keep people off of his back. From what I saw about him, he wasn't all that bad when he was in a comfortable situation with people he was able to relax around. Since he'd just met me, it was good to know he felt like he could relax around me, but my mind told me it was only because I was a Khajiit like him and I was teaching him about our pantheon.

I looked into his eyes and nodded, "Aye." I whispered, "I'll be back tomorrow. Same time, if you're up."

A smile tweaked the corners of his lips up and he let his smile shine through, "Great. You should probably get some sleep then."

I felt a small rumble coming from my stomach and I nodded, "Aye, in a while. I need to eat first. Anyways... see 'ya in the morning."

"G'night." He was laying down as I pulled the door to his room shut behind me.

Gabriella was sitting at the long table snacking on some bread as I walked in the room. She said nothing to me but she did follow me around with her eyes. I looked around and saw an old-looking cabinet resting against the wall with some food items scattered across. There were fresh vegetables, bread that was most likely stale, and some fresh, raw meat. I picked up a few carrots and started to munch on them.

I was expecting the room to stay quiet, but the sound of small feet patted into the room and up to me.

"So, how did your first job go?"

I was startled a little, and looked down to find Babette looking up at me, expectantly. I knew the girl was just trying to make conversation. She probably didn't care; in fact, I was sure that she didn't.
As I thought about it, it was weird, really. Babette was a old vampire who looked young. She had that thin, brown hair a child couldn't style, and she wore that little dress that enabled her to run freely. She looked like a child yet was older than me... anyways...

So what if I was new to the Brotherhood? I wasn't going to be treated like I was a lower being than the rest of them. I'm not saying I was better than them, I'm not full of myself like that, but I had enough respect for myself to keep from lashing out... and was everybody bipolar around the Brotherhood? I mean, usually I was the one who was switching back and forth between emotions, but with the way people were nice to me one second then shunning me the next... I was going to get whiplash.

"Ajo." I finished my carrot and threw away the green part at the top.

"Pardon?" Babette gave me a confused look.

I stared back at her and realized what she meant. I mumbled, "Sorry. I meant to say 'wonderful'."
"What did you say?" Her head tilted to the side and I felt a little awkward now. I shifted my weight from one foot to the other while I crossed my arms.

"I said 'wonderful' in Ta'agra. Has anybody ever heard of it?"

"Oh!" Babette nodded, "Yeah, I know Ta'agra. I mean, I don't actually know it, know it but, I know it's the language of Khajiits."

"Hm..." Gabriella popped in to the conversation. "You could probably have a conversation with Omazirr, then."

Babette laughed. "That's funny, Gabriella! I don't think I've ever seen anybody except for Astrid have a conversation with Omazirr."

Gabriella joined in with her friend's laughter, "Even then, Astrid does most of the talking! If the damned cat would learn to open up more... no offense, Ajivha."

I rolled my eyes and walked out of the room as they continued to talk and joke about Omazirr. I was a little offended, but I shook it off.

I walked into my room and plopped down on my bed, moving with it as it bounced up and down a few times. I reached up to fluff my pillow a little before laying down. The air in my room was chilling me but my fur kept me warm. I pulled the blanket up over me and pushed myself down further into the bed. It was only slightly warmer under the covers because I was just getting in to them, but soon enough I was under Lady Vaermina's spell.

The torches hung on the cavern walls were casting an eerie light all around me. I looked left and right, behind me and in front of me as a cool breeze swept through the hall. The bright lights wavered around me and I decided I should trek forwards. I found my mind wandering, 'Where am I?' although part of me didn't care. The stone walls and stone floors were covered with fungi here and there as water dripped from above in some parts. Torch after torch, as I walked, the hallway kept coming. It seemed to stretch on and on as I walked, more torches appearing in the distance the farther I trekked.

My mind was starting to question what was happening. Why was there no end to the hallway? When I turned around, I opened my mouth to let out a yell, but no sound came from me. The end of the hall was rushing toward me, the floor and walls disappearing to show nothing but a darkness. The torches blew out as the wind circled the flame.

I turned back to the front and started to run forward. I refused to fall off of the hallway! Wind pushed against me from behind, but instead of helping me run faster, it seemed to wrap around me and pull me backwards to my death.

"Ajivha..." I heard something whisper my name. Something, but what? Was I going crazy? "Ajivha..." The last syllable of my name was being stressed and shivers covered my body.

I shrieked as the wind became powerful around me, suddenly swiping up my body from the ground right before it disappeared from under me... and yet, I wasn't falling. I was levitating in the air, it seemed. But as my pulse raced, my eyes searched frantically around me for something to help me, I found nothing. I squirmed and struggled to move, but I was bound by the wind - the wind! How could such a force bind me? I was stronger than the wind, was I not? It shouldn't have been a problem, and yet as I rolled in the air, I found that I couldn't lift my arms away from my sides or spread my feet and legs as to walk!

"What sorcery is this?" Maybe I had no right to ask that, seeing as how I knew some magic myself, but what else could keep so tightly held in one place?

There was a muffled sound, coming from all around me. It was very quiet. It was so soft, but slowly it started to become louder. Louder, louder, louder! Louder, it was!

"Do-vah-kiin!" The word was stretched throughout the air. Before it could finish being said the first time, the voice started to say it again, and then I realized it sounded femininely deep. It wasn't a man speaking; no! It was a woman.. but who? With every repetition of the word, a word I couldn't make out, the voice still grew louder until it was too loud! It started to sound like a bard was trying to do a high-note in my ear, only centimeters away.

I found myself struggling, struggling to get out of the wind's grip so I could run to find shelter from the voice. The darkness was so thick, the sound so loud that both of them seemed to be seeping into my skin.
I found myself screech ,"STOP! PLEASE STOP!" I'd never heard myself scream so loud, but all of a sudden my back collided with hard, stone floor and I sat up right away. My heart was pounding, my chest racing forward and back as I breathed heavily. My palms were sweaty, making it difficult for me to keep myself in a sitting position while my other hand rested on my chest to help me calm.

As I looked around the room now, I found myself look at a simple cavern. A waterfall ran through the middle of the cavern as I sat on a small cliff above it all. There were no openings, however, so how did I get here?

I turned to look behind me and shrieked once again. There was a woman standing there! And... and she was buff... big and buff and muscular.

"Why," she said. "Hello there, my daughter." She gave a laugh, and while it was sweetly sick, she smiled at me. She held a giant, gold battleaxe and was fully dressed in armor to match her build.

The gold battleaxe gave it away.

"Boethiah!" My mouth exclaimed the name so shockingly. I was surprised I still had my voice left after the shriek I'd given. "Boethiah? Daedric Prince, Boethiah? Is that really you?"

"Aye, my child." She smiled a grand smile although her eyes held thin seemingly random gleam. "I had to come to you tonight..." She started to laugh, "Did you enjoy my little game?"

Game? I felt sick to my stomach and shook my head, "Nay, I can't say I did."

"Aye, I apologize." There was a thick brogue of sarcasm in that note, I ignored it.

"Am I under Vaermina's grasp?"

"Aye, you are."

"Why did you come to see me here? I-... I mean, I am honored by your presence, but why gift it to me?"

She smiled, "You, Dovahkiin, have a great potential to come. Not only for me, but for many others, including the other Daedric Princes. If I let you slip up this Riften contract, you'd be a waste!"

"Riften?" I hadn't fully comprehended what she'd meant, but then I remembered the Riften contract I knew nothing about yet. "You're going to help me?" At the time, my mind hadn't even realized what she'd called me. Had I, I'd have asked her about it then and there.

"Aye." She nodded and took a seat roughly in front of me. "We are going to talk strategy for your contract! And I will help you enter Riften, my daughter."

Of all people to come to me in my dreams, I never though Boethiah would be one. I also never expected her to help me with a contract, or call me Dovahkiin... whatever that was supposed to mean.