Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-3293219-20140927193312/@comment-3293219-20140930155456

Koras’ tavern had a major celebration for Nadira’s return. The bard played a loud, merry tune and many of the farmers and men of the field sung jaunty pub songs, which could be hear from outside. However, the mood of the town didn’t seem to reflect Nadira’s own mood as she had long since abandoned the festivities to step out and get some fresh air and some time to herself.

The Breton stood outside, resting her arms on the porch handrail, hanging her head, regretfully, with a sigh.

Despite making it home, safely, Nadira was still finding it hard to get over the events that had transpired in Skyrim, her recent failures. She’d made a promise to Sophie, just hours before her death, to get her home and free her from Emarrel’s grasp and now she was dead, along with her mistress, who couldn’t stand the thought of being alone.

None of it would have happened, had she have taken Sophie’s place, like she wanted, why did Azarath have to be so stubborn? She didn’t exactly relish the thought of being some deranged vampire’s feeding supply and though she was sympathetic towards Emarrel, she was still disgusted by her actions.

But still, Nadira’s sacrifice would have ensured that everyone would have lived, that Sophie could go home, back to her family. Maybe she could have saved Emarrel, she was always nice to Nadira, maybe she would have been more gentle and less controlling with her, maybe Nadira would have been more appreciated by Emarrel than Sophie was…

The door to the tavern creaked and slowly opened as Ra-Jeed stepped out, taking a swig of the medicine flask, around his neck and staring into the darkness, ahead of him. He looked just as out of place as she did…

The Breton slowly turned towards him, with a slight smile, glad that she wasn’t alone in not enjoying herself. She slowly approached the Khajiit, stopping as soon as he turned to face her. He had his eye bandaged removed, a few days ago but his eye was still somewhat bruised and swollen, from the beating that he had received from his master. Nadira’s smile quivered as she saw it but she still kept some trace of it as she began to speak…

“Not much of a party person?” Nadira asked, leaning against the rail of the porch, with a smirk.

“Y-No… I’ve never felt so out of place…” Ra-Jeed sighed, slowly looking to Nadira, with a bleak expression; he looked incredibly tired but, then again, he always did look incredibly pale and sickly.

“That makes two of us…” Nadira sighed, turning and placing both forearms on the rail, looking out into the, almost deserted, village of Koras.

“It’s supposed to be my party and no one’s spoken a word to me, since it started.” The Breton laughed at the irony before hanging and shaking her head.

“It’s even worse for me…” Ra-Jeed sighed, folding his own arms giving Nadira a quick glance.

“I don’t even know anyone here, hell; I’m the only Khajiit in this village.”

“What about my dad?”

“Your dad isn’t a Khajiit Nad…”

“I meant that you know him or you know me at least.” Nadira chuckled at his confusion, prompting him to laugh as well.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I’m sure we’d hit it off well… ‘Hello Mr Sans, I’m Ra-Jeed, the guy who brainwashed your daughter, kidnapped her and handed her over to some psychopath to have her brainwashed some more, so that she thought that she was some other psychopath’s slave.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Nadira couldn’t help but laugh in response, not really considering the fact that Ra-Jeed probably did feel guilty about the whole thing.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Well, you could always throw in the part where you betrayed your evil master to save me, that’s my favourite part of the story.”

<p class="MsoNormal">Ra-Jeed huffed a little, feeling that what he did was too little, too late.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Ra-Jeed…” Nadira whispered to him, placing her hand on his shoulder, gazing into his eyes.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Don’t beat yourself up over it, I’m still alive and I wasn’t hurt…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“I know… I just… Still feel wrong about it. Maybe we could have avoided the trouble if I…”

<p class="MsoNormal">“Maybe you’d be dead and I could’ve wound up a slave anyway, permanently, to Jarthur or Emarrel. We both survived, Azarath survived, he’s safe with Elana and that’s because of you.

<p class="MsoNormal">I’m here, right in front of you, because of you…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Ra-Jeed’s face softened as did Nadira’s voice, creating a vacuum in the atmosphere, that was cut off by a hearty laugh, coming from inside the pub, they both were startled by it and swiftly looked over to it.

<p class="MsoNormal">Nadira was the first to snap out of her startled state and immediately took the Khajiit by the hand, giving him a warm smile.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Want to get out of here?”

<p class="MsoNormal">Ra-Jeed was even more startled by the fact that she took his hand, than he was by the laughter in the pub, he paused for a brief moment, slowly looking back to her.

<p class="MsoNormal">“I thought you’d never ask…” He replied, nervously. The Breton chuckled and slowly lead him away, taking him back to her house.

<p class="MsoNormal">“Heh… Didn’t even have to brainwash you this time…”

<p class="MsoNormal">Didn’t even need to… Nadira thought, glancing up at him with a smile.