Post by YukiTen on Jan 15, 2012 12:14:55 GMT -7
[Yay for Skyrim!]
Tennety marched up a poorly cobbled path up the side of a slowly sloping, well, mountain, eyeing the mountain flowers and thistles lining the path as she went. Monarch and Swallowtail butterflies fluttered and landed on these flowers that ranged from purple to red, lapping up their needed amount of nectar. They flapped their wings and floated away on the soft mountain breeze.
Birds of all kinds chirped and flew from branch to branch, searching for materials for their nests or maybe for food. Some rabbits squeaked and bolted through the undergrowth and into their holes as the Khajiit passes them by.
It was right around midday, the sun reaching it's highest point in the nearly cloudless blue sky. Very beautiful day.
Tennety, the white Khajiit woman, continued up the path, her lips pulling back in a smile that bared her sharp canines. She enjoyed the light breeze that blew through, the soft chirping of the birds, the pretty flowers... Oh! Speaking of the flowers, she should probably go pick some. The mountain flowers made great health and magicka potions.
Tugging on her Clydesdale's reigns, the horse whinnying in protest, she turned around led the large creature back down the path a few yards and stopped. Eyeing a patch of blue mountain flowers, the Khajiit hopped over a fallen log and stopped again at the beautiful expanse of flowers.
Her clawed fingers eagerly snatched up every flower she possible could, knowing full well the healing capabilities of these pretty blue plants. Stuffing her bundle of flowers into her herb filled satchel, she stood up and smiled at her progress, every single blue flower picked and stashed.
The Khajiit stepped over that log again and walked up to horse with a bit of a pep in her step. She reached up and ran her fingers through Talamath's long white mane, the horse dipping her head and whinnying.
"Good girl," Tennety cooed as the large horse got down low enough so that she could hop on.
She supposed that it might be easier this way. If trouble comes along, the big horse could make a run for it, with the Khajiit riding her of course. And it was just a simple bonding ride together through the forest. Yes. Tennety took the reigns and gently patted the horse's white rear end, which pushed her into a slow canter up the sloping path.
As the said pathway rounded, it lead up to a wide open clearing, two tall ebony with whitw swirling pictures stretches up the pillars standing about two yards apart in said clearing. just beyond these pillars was a ruin - a seemingly deserted and very old ruin. It was carved into the mountain's side, a bit of rock creating a sort of awning above it to serve as some kind of shelter. Underneath the overhang was an iron door and two large tables off to its sides. Each table seemed to have rolls of parchment and unused pink stones in small cups all over them. Burned books, waterlogged books, leather...
Actually, now that Tennety thought about it, the ruin looked pretty freshly used. Almost inhabited. She pulled her horse's reigns to stop her before they reached the pillars, or halfway into the clearing. Moss and ivy hung over the lip of the awning above the iron door, nightshade growing in tufts in the cracks of the stones.
Talamath whinnied and stomped her heavy hoof, shifting her weight and stepping about in place. It seemed she was uncomfortable.
"Hey, hey, calm down, big girl. It's alright," Tennety soothed, letting go of the reigns and sliding off the big horse.
This ruin was a little unsettling, she could tell that much. But there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it. Tennety frowned, petting Talamath's white snout to calm her nerves.
Why would anyone inhabit a ruin - a crumbling carved cave? Just why? What was the point? Ruins are meant to looted or avoided, not lives in. The Khajiit shook her head and turned to face the horse.
"I'm gonna take a look around. Stay here. If something attacks you, kick it in the head," she instructed, patting her horse gently on her shoulder. "It'll die if you do that. You're pretty strong."
The horse only whinnied and grunted at the Khajiit's words, her hoof pawing t the ground.
Tennety marched up a poorly cobbled path up the side of a slowly sloping, well, mountain, eyeing the mountain flowers and thistles lining the path as she went. Monarch and Swallowtail butterflies fluttered and landed on these flowers that ranged from purple to red, lapping up their needed amount of nectar. They flapped their wings and floated away on the soft mountain breeze.
Birds of all kinds chirped and flew from branch to branch, searching for materials for their nests or maybe for food. Some rabbits squeaked and bolted through the undergrowth and into their holes as the Khajiit passes them by.
It was right around midday, the sun reaching it's highest point in the nearly cloudless blue sky. Very beautiful day.
Tennety, the white Khajiit woman, continued up the path, her lips pulling back in a smile that bared her sharp canines. She enjoyed the light breeze that blew through, the soft chirping of the birds, the pretty flowers... Oh! Speaking of the flowers, she should probably go pick some. The mountain flowers made great health and magicka potions.
Tugging on her Clydesdale's reigns, the horse whinnying in protest, she turned around led the large creature back down the path a few yards and stopped. Eyeing a patch of blue mountain flowers, the Khajiit hopped over a fallen log and stopped again at the beautiful expanse of flowers.
Her clawed fingers eagerly snatched up every flower she possible could, knowing full well the healing capabilities of these pretty blue plants. Stuffing her bundle of flowers into her herb filled satchel, she stood up and smiled at her progress, every single blue flower picked and stashed.
The Khajiit stepped over that log again and walked up to horse with a bit of a pep in her step. She reached up and ran her fingers through Talamath's long white mane, the horse dipping her head and whinnying.
"Good girl," Tennety cooed as the large horse got down low enough so that she could hop on.
She supposed that it might be easier this way. If trouble comes along, the big horse could make a run for it, with the Khajiit riding her of course. And it was just a simple bonding ride together through the forest. Yes. Tennety took the reigns and gently patted the horse's white rear end, which pushed her into a slow canter up the sloping path.
As the said pathway rounded, it lead up to a wide open clearing, two tall ebony with whitw swirling pictures stretches up the pillars standing about two yards apart in said clearing. just beyond these pillars was a ruin - a seemingly deserted and very old ruin. It was carved into the mountain's side, a bit of rock creating a sort of awning above it to serve as some kind of shelter. Underneath the overhang was an iron door and two large tables off to its sides. Each table seemed to have rolls of parchment and unused pink stones in small cups all over them. Burned books, waterlogged books, leather...
Actually, now that Tennety thought about it, the ruin looked pretty freshly used. Almost inhabited. She pulled her horse's reigns to stop her before they reached the pillars, or halfway into the clearing. Moss and ivy hung over the lip of the awning above the iron door, nightshade growing in tufts in the cracks of the stones.
Talamath whinnied and stomped her heavy hoof, shifting her weight and stepping about in place. It seemed she was uncomfortable.
"Hey, hey, calm down, big girl. It's alright," Tennety soothed, letting go of the reigns and sliding off the big horse.
This ruin was a little unsettling, she could tell that much. But there didn't seem to be anything wrong with it. Tennety frowned, petting Talamath's white snout to calm her nerves.
Why would anyone inhabit a ruin - a crumbling carved cave? Just why? What was the point? Ruins are meant to looted or avoided, not lives in. The Khajiit shook her head and turned to face the horse.
"I'm gonna take a look around. Stay here. If something attacks you, kick it in the head," she instructed, patting her horse gently on her shoulder. "It'll die if you do that. You're pretty strong."
The horse only whinnied and grunted at the Khajiit's words, her hoof pawing t the ground.