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    Bruynzeel

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    The wind had picked up just a hair and changed direction now flowing off the foot hills plains to their west. The tops of cumulonimbus just starting to anvil on the western horizon. It being near midday now, he drinks of the tea and offers her the bag. "I think your right just as it hits dusk we are going to get soaked. I should mention that to the leaders so we can make camp before the storm." As he starts to walk away toward the front and the wagonhead. He decides to stay a moment and remarks "You very intuitive aren't you, so you have probably guessed at some deeper secrets in my life, tomorrows question should be something harder to hide behind." And with that he quickens his pace to find the lead man.

    Dro'Tasec had been running caravans for almost sixty years, he bows lightly as Bruynzeel approaches. Bruynzeel bows equally.
    "Tasec, looks like weather coming in." "Yes Sai the tent men are a few miles ahead and are already setting up. How is my youngest littermate treating you?" Bru sighs shakes his head. "He is annoying, in his youthful exuberance he forgets my privacy requirements. But he will be okay." "He is a fool, even thinks he can do magic. I am still paying for injuries to a couple of guards he tricked into using one of his experiments." "I will take my leave of you to return to my companions. Fair travels Dro'Tasec."

    He makes his way back toward the rear of the wagon train, playing with kits and enjoying the wonder of traveling in a large group. Some of the smaller operations had already split off on other trails heading toward trade routes in norther Cyrodil, or towards the Redguards.

    As he nears Klaern he see's she is in a conversation with Ja'Zago.

    The first sprinkles start to fall.
     
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    Bruynzeel decides to head up to warn the leaders of the storm and then gives her something to ponder, tomorrow's question. The wood elf's intuition has been with her for her entire life, seeming somehow to be a part of her natural state of being, so sometimes she forgets how very rare a gift it is and that others can tell she seems to know more than she should about different things. She simply nods at the Khajiit as he departs as if to answer to his rhetorical question.

    As if to fill in the place of Bru, Ja'Zago steps in pace beside Klaern. He starts to speak,
    "Klaern is an herbalist right?", not waiting for her answer, "Klaern should try some of this one's vitality potion. It is something this one came up with." He smiles slyly.

    Not wanting to be rude, Klaern reaches out for the small vial Ja'Zago offers to her, she looks at it, swirling it a bit and then brings it up under her nose to sniff,
    "What is in this Ja'Zago?" She asks, but her nose tells her for certain of two different herbs that should not be combined together.

    "Secret combination." The young Khajiit whispers to her and it was then that Klaern decides to scold him. He knows not what he is doing, yet thinks he is being clever. "Ja'Zago, if I were you, I would study about mixtures and potions before combining Valerian root and St. John's wort together with some kind of alcohol." She stops and hands him back the vial. "Mixtures such as these can cause severe impairment in judgement, thought processes and can potentially cause death in certain circumstances." Her eyes flash with a snap of anger at this kit's arrogance and ignorance. "Never offer another living creature a potion or mixture without knowing about it's potency Ja'Zago." She says with a firmness and knowledge that comes from her own years learning about healing and herbs and what to use and when not to use certain combinations.

    The young Khajiit looks hurt by Klaern's quick scolding and drops his head down,
    "This one is sorry." Klaern sighs, her eyes soften as she turns to look at him, "Don't be sorry, learn from this. Please find someone to teach you about these things before offering them to others."

    It was then that she saw Bruynzeel's approach and she was greatly relieved to see him and it showed in how her shoulders, which were tense before relaxed and she felt the anger melt away from her brow with his arrival.
     

    Bruynzeel

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    Bruynzeel walks up and says "Friends I think we should start picking up our pace to get to the front of the wagons." He pulls a oiled leather and covers his guitar and laces it up to protect it from the coming rain. The continued sprinkles don't pick up speed but the air starts to cool. He also pulls a oiled leather pancho and replacing his pack throws that over his shoulders covering him and his pack. He looks funny like a cat with a hump. Combine that with his sword walking stick he looks lame. Imagining what others see and he laughs aloud.

    Ja'Zago starts complaining about the added pace but Bruynzeel ignores him only concerned with if it is effecting Klaern who seems happy along side him, leaving Ja'Zago pulling up the rear.

    The roll of thunder comes and goes from the west along with the darking sky seems ominous but still only light rain mostly sprinkles continues. Their new paces carries them along faster than the wagons and just as they near the front they can see the tents just up a slight incline on a little pastural glade. Dro'Tasec approaches.

    "I see my fool of a youngest brother is complaining, how about you and your friend stay with me tonight. The large tent with the red banners is mine." "I think we would like that. Klaern meet Dro'Tasec, Tasec this lovely creation is Klaern Willowwind." Tasec bows deeply and with flourish. "The prefix Dro in Khajianti means grandfather, where as Ja means young" Bruynzeel says just as Ja'Zago steps up to them out of breath and dragging his feet. "We need one for fool."
     
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    Klaern was happy when walking quickly beside Bruynzeel. Storms and rain were just natural parts of life to her, coming from the woods, she was not concerned with herself getting wet, but she did find some worthy fronds to cover her own pack which would act as umbrella so her pack wouldn't soak and damage her precious journal within. Other than that, Klaern was happy to walk in weather. The cooler air felt refreshing, after all the walking and dust on the path.

    Introduced to another Khajiit named Dro'Tasec, who bows with great bravado, Klaern smiles brightly, already liking this new host. She offers her hand to him and she blushes as he kisses it lightly.
    "Well met Dro'Tasec." His gruff undertones about Ja'Zago being a fool made Klaern give a swift eye roll and sigh as she heard the younger Khajiit approach from behind.

    The wood elf was thankful for the lesson on the prefixes in Khajianti as it helped a little to clear things up, however brought one other issue into Klaern's mind and helped to make her mind up about tomorrow's question for Bruynzeel.

    For the first time since he had prepared himself for the weather, Klaern took in Bruynzeel's image. He looked much older with the humped looking back and walking stick, she was glad for the caravan. As someone older and frail looking walking with a female elf might look like an easy target on the road. However, knowing Bruynzeel's skill with regards to fighting and her own abilities, she was certain if anyone had tried to attack them, they would be surprised by the resistance that would have followed.

    "Thank you Dro'Tasec for the place in your tent. It is much appreciated. The storm is nearly upon us and although I do not mind spending time out in it, I am sure everyone would rather settle inside out of the weather before it becomes heavy." Just as she finished speaking a flash of lightening from the west seemed closer than before and the clouds seemed be building up thicker and darker as thunder rolled louder.
     

    Bruynzeel

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    Dro'Tasec ushers them toward his tent and just as they are to enter he says "Zago your tent is over there." and points to a three man green tasseled tent a hundred yards away. The he opens the flap the oppulent rugs and hanging tapestries tell of a successful career as a caravan leader the travel kitchen in one corner immediately draws Bruynzeel's attention.

    While Tasec gives Klaern a tour explaining where and when his appointments have all come to him. They share small talk of their homelands and he of his travels. Plus a few funny stories of his various times with Bruyzeel. Making a mental note of the sparkle of interest in Klaerns eyes whenever Bruyzeel is mentioned.

    When they wind their tour down he presents her with a ornate hand worked leather satchel with some rare southern continental healing herbs.
    "It is our custom to present gifts to our guests when sharing our homes with them. I tailored this myself with the help of my finest herbalist." Upon close inspection there is also a few recipes for khajiit medicines.

    Bruynzeel utilizing the kitchen, prepares venision and root vegetables. Along with a tomato soup, fresh dates and rare mangos. A rice dish like a pilaf. All expertly spiced and prepared to enhance natural flavors. Soon Bruynzeel says dinner is ready. Then Si'Silkia the head matron says to Bruynzeel
    "Sai you have had your run of my kitchen, now take your place as honored guest with my husband and your lovely companion."

    They are ushered to a low table with pillows for seating. Where the meal is presented to them.

    Outside the sounds of the storm now full strength reach them but pale in the security of Tasec's tent.
     
    Klaern enjoys the tour and stories their host Dro'Tasec grants her, loving the easy going way he incorporates her into his household and treats her like a friend. She especially liked the tales of Bruynzeel - which of course were made fun and dramatic by Trasec, having a flair for speech and seeming to feed off of her own excitement at hearing them.

    Being presented with the fine handmade herb satchel, Klaern was overwhelmed with thankfulness. She loved it and loved having access to some Khajiit recipes for medicines. She looked inside and flipped it around before bringing it to her breast and nearly hugging it. Then she leans up while wrapping her arms around Dro'Tasec and places a chaste kiss on his cheek with a blush and then a soft bow.
    "You honor me with such a beautiful and thoughtful gift Dro'Tasec, thank you very much.", the wood elf gushes.

    She thought she heard Bruynzeel's laugh from the kitchen area, happy for her because she was happy herself. And the aromas coming from the small kitchen were fantastic. She could smell the seasonings and fresh tomatoes. Even the venison didn't smell unpleasant to her sensitivities.

    Everyone gathers at the low table, seated on comfortable pillows with the delicious meal presented to them in delicate looking porcelain dishes. Si'Silkia noticed Klaern's interest in the dishes and proudly tells her where she acquired them and how they were kept safe during their travels. The small talk between the women gave way to banter among all around the table. Klaern enjoyed the delicious food, the good company and her closeness to Bruynzeel. For whatever storm was wrecking havoc outside this tent, all was well in her world.

    After dinner, both Klaern and Si'Silkia took care of the clean up. Speaking softly to Klaern Si'Silkia states,
    "You've got your eye on a prize young one. I am not sure he is going to take the bait you are laying out, he is a smart Khajiit, not easily obtained, but a treasure for certain."

    "Why, I don't know what you mean..." Klaern stammers coyly, playing the innocent game women do among themselves. Then sobers up being completely honest with Si'Silkia and herself, whispering intensely, "Honestly, I am in too deep already to turn back. I will win my prize or will lose my heart."


    Si'Silkia takes Klaern's hand into her paw, "He has been through a lot. Give him time, let him get his own thoughts together about these things. Bruynzeel is a smart Khajiit and won't let a good thing get away from him."
     

    Bruynzeel

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    Tasec and Bruynzeel relax and lay back in the pillows as the women gracefully take care of the clean up sharing small talk and giggles. Tasec nudges Bruynzeel "All Father, you have a choice one there, smart graceful and polite. But firm when needed. She has a warriors grace and a healers heart." Bruynzeel huffs a bit then insists "Don't let that all father stuff get around, Zago already made a clamoring fool of himself nearly shouting it to the world. You are right of course she is amazing. But That All Father stuff, I gave up the Mane long long ago. There have been many since and many more to come, and yet I will not step in to lead. A changing world needs changing politics. I don't have the patience for the politics of ruling the clans. I am happy exploring and remaining in the background doing what I want when I want. Obeying my honor as I see fit. And not because of some false clan loyalty, or having to fight for leadership everytime some stupid upstart decides he has oats."

    Tasec murmers assention and packs a pipe then lighting it passes it to Bruynzeel and packs another. As Bruynzeel puffs on it making small smoke rings. Tasec interjects
    "But Bru, you know that you would be a stablizing factor if you did lead." "My age would become public knowledge and I would get treated like some magical trick. I travel because noone notices a simple Khajiit on the road. no one looks deep enough to see that this is the same khajiit from years on years. Miaq and I are well hidden by our travels." Tasec huffs a gruff sound, "Miaq is a fool as well, Miaq the Liar... He is better known than you might imagine."

    Bruynzeel brisels and under his breath says.
    "You don't know what he or I have been through. I easily could be as insane as him only I separated my self from the world for centuries at a time. He has seen the full passing of time. The maddness of oblivion, the near destrution of our race by the Akaveri, the war to kick them from this continent, the loss of the lives of our entire clan, our parents and his love. The many amazing and scary events of history have passed before his and my eyes. Do not make fun of that. He is not a fool, the people he talks to just don't have the wisdom to understand his words." puffing on his pipe Bruynzeel continues. "Tasec you are a great Khajiit, sucessful and proud. But if you were as old as I you would have lived this same life over and over again hundreds of times. Rising and falling with the tides of trade. But that is who you are a tradesman. Maiq and I are warriors, I tempered my heat with philosophy and culture. He in the madness of deep sadness. Either could have been the other."

    The ladies come over and Bruynzeel decides a subject change is called for. Tasec seems to understand the shifting of Bruynzeel as he still wishes to hide some things from his companion.
    "Enough of politics and trade, give us some music Sai, I can see you fairly itching to give us something new. Perhaps something you have not played in a tavern yet." Si'Silkia agrees "Yes Sai, Play us something special." "Alright here are a few I have been working on in my head."


     
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    The evening's entertainment was splendid. Bruynzeel's music filling the tent, everyone relaxing together. It felt right to the wood elf. Even though these were not her own people, they took her in and made her feel safe and welcome, which settled Klaern down into a completely serene state. Once Bruynzeel's performance was over, Klaern beamed at him.

    Si'Silkea said it was time to prepare for sleep. She led Klaern to a corner of the tent which was prepared for everyone to sleep within, like a pack, Klaern supposed. But it was quite plush and set with many pillows and blankets.
    "Thank you Si'Silkea. I appreciate your hospitality." Klaern said, feeling grateful to her hostess for a very lovely evening inside the tent, dry, full, entertained and comfortable. "You are most welcome Klaern. A companion of Sai Bruynzeel is a welcomed change. Rest well."

    Klaern smiled, liking this togetherness feel to the tent space, and found a place for herself among the pillows and blankets, pulling one extra soft blanket up under her chin just as Bruynzeel and Dro'Tasec stepped into the sleeping quarters.
    "Good night." Whispered the tucked in wood elf. There was flash of a smile that crossed Bruynzeel's face.

    The tent became quiet, Tasec and Silkea snuggled down together opposite from where Klaern was positioned. The rain pelted the tent and the wind, muted by the tent, made for a sweet good night song to the wood elf's ears.
     

    Bruynzeel

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    Bruynzeel curls up in the pillows and blankets, soon is snoring his dreams filled with the hopes for the future and rememberances of the past. Alise his last wife comes to his dreams and he remembers her fondly. A warrior a hand shorter than he with a amazonian grace. Skilled sword and shield maiden. Truly long bright red hair, a milky complexion with just a hint of freckles across her cheeks and nose. In his dream she reassures him that she enjoyed their whole life together and he watches her age as she tells him this. Beauty and grace even in her old age. His one regret was not being able to provide her children. But the families he had adopted into his life we enough for her she said over and over. Just as his sleep which he didn't often do, only requiring meditation to rejuvinate, started to fade. Alise tells him that Klaern would be a fine wife, just as caring, and beautiful of spirit as his darling Alise was.

    Bruynzeel wakes very early the sounds of a quiet camp, the storm gone. Only the soft footfall of the occasional guard patrolling around and through the tents. He steps outside and walks the perimeter himself greeting the guards as they challenge him. So many new faces, but that was his life a series of new faces taking the places of the old ones. The only real change in the world was the steady ever steady progress toward tomorrow. But that was the beauty of life it all saw only tomorrow the hopes and dreams of future happiness, success, or retirements. He chuckles a bit as he thinks about how they pass through not concerned with the now. Being where they are always thinking of the next hill, next business deal, next conquest. All Bruynzeel really wanted was to turn back the calender to that fateful day he and his brother made the deal with Clavious Vile to defeat the Akaveri. Yet would he have had a rich existance if he had.

    Would the people he had touched and changed their lives have been different or not. He didn't know and dwelling on it only saddened him. Live in the now Bruynzeel, Live in the now. With that simple yet complex phrase he had made up his mind he would see what a life with Klaern was like. But he would take it slow at first. Let the game of questions play out til at least near his own estate.

    As dawn approaches he can hear the various guard changes and a few up an about setting to cooking the mornings meals. Some intrepid caravaners already packing up and taking down tents. He walks back to Tasec's tent and quietly slips in only to meet Silkia already prepping breakfast.
    "Coffee is done Sai, and I made fruit for Klaern. I noticed she doesn't eat meat. Omlets for you and my husband. Have to eat them on the road I am afraid. The tent crew will be here soon to take this one down." Bruynzeel nods and sips a fresh ceramic mug of exquite dark roasted coffee. "Klaern and I will be breaking off to head toward the Redmoon Inn, up the river road while you all continue on the trade road." Silkia looks downtrodden "I had hopes of bending her ear more today." "You sly minx you'll have us matchmade before the end of the day at this rate." He jibes back playfully. "No need she has it bad for you already and I see the interest in your own features too. You know Sai, Alise would approve, and if she could see you now she would bat your ears for staying alone for this long." He laughs and continues to jibe "How would you know, you only have my stories of her to go on." "You think I haven't watched you over the years, know the kind of people you trust and honor? This girl is special I feel it. I know you feel it too. You just have to let your guard down a little and she will fill your house with love."

    Just then the sound of the others stirring comes to them from the bedding area.
    "I'll take that coffee now though. I want to watch as they break camp, it is a ballet of chaos and organization." With his large cup filled he heads out into the foggy dawn. Just taking in the sights and sounds of the now bustling camp.
     
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    Klaern's dreams were magical, she was transported back in time to her youth. It was like reliving those moments with her father all over again, back before he turned cold to her. They were out practicing her archery skills. "Atta, hanta lle." (Father, thank you.) He smiled down at his young daughter with a glimmer of pride in his eye, "You are welcome little one. You are doing well. Remember to keep your arm stiff and never flinch, let the arrow fly with precision, no fear no second guessing, no second chances." Erramon advises his young daughter.

    Then instantly, the dream shifts. Klaern is her current age and her father is there pacing in front of her.
    "Klaern, listen- there were things I should have told you. Things I didn't want to face." Erramon stops pacing and turns to look at Klaern, his eyes firm with determination, his hands clasped behind his back, "Klaern, do not trust Wyrrn. He is a liar, a thief and a murderer. He will say or do anything to get his hands on the bow." Erramon moves closer to Klaern and whispers in his gruff voice against her ear, "The Khajiit Bruynzeel, stay close to him. I would offer you to him in marriage were I able. My death was no accident." The dream abruptly ends.

    Klaern wakes with a start. Feeling the heavy blanket upon her she sits up and looks around, remembering last night, although her dream had an unsettling feel to it, she would think about it while they journeyed- the tent was a buzz with activity and that told the wood elf she had slept in far too long already.

    The smell of coffee and breakfast brought Klaern out to the main area where Si'Silkea offered her a pouch of fruit and a mug of hot coffee.
    "Thank you Si'Silkea. You and your husband have been gracious hosts to me." Klaern says with a soft bow as she takes her coffee in hand. Silkea winks and moves to stand next to Klaern, "Do not give up on Bruynzeel. He is interested but likes to take things slowly." Then whispering in a hushed tone as if anyone around would hear, "All men like a prize they need to work to win. Let him enjoy the circling of a hunt. He is a Khajiit- and a good hunt of a worthy prize is important." Then with a smile she says in a normal tone of voice, "I must insist, you gather your gear, this tent is coming down very soon my dear. Off with you." She says in a happy tone of matronly authority.

    Klaern exits the tent with her pack and breakfast looking for Bruynzeel who is standing watching as people scurry around in the clearing, taking down camp. The wood elf moves to stand near Bruynzeel and looking at him with fresh eyes, she is immediately comforted by his presence.
    "Good morning Bruynzeel. I am ready for another day's travel. How are you this morn?" She says good naturedly as she sips her coffee.
     

    Bruynzeel

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    Bruynzeel turns shoulders his pack, stows his walking stick and pulls out his guitar. "I am ready to travel and to start us off a little music." And as he starts out walking he plays.

    He looks at Klaern and they have left the Trade road and are alone on the river road as there is only one stop before the Dwemer tunnel of Halldir's Cairn. "I am sure you already have todays question in mind. But I wish to tell you a couple things about me first which might change your question. First..." He pauses and while casually strumming a light travel tune. "I am old, much older than I look, older than even most of the trees in the deep forests of Valenwood. I was born in 1E 2694. 20 years before the Akaveri Invasion and the Thrassian Plague. I mentioned my brother with yesterdays question, Miaq the Lair is how he is known now. Together the two of us in an effort to save Tamriel and the Khajiit clans from the Akaveri and the plague formed a bargain with one of the Daedric Princes. The trickster god Clavicus Vile. We wished for the strength to defeat our foes. He granted us permanent ageless natures. We can be killed, but if we submit ourselves in battle, or suicide he owns our souls. And the souls of our entire clan." He stops playing and puts away his guitar "To most there is no obvious downside to this existance. Live forever as long as you are not slain. But the Trickster God also gave us perfect memories. I remember everyone I have ever known, All my foes faces, all my loved ones lost to time. I was not always the peaceful, and calm Khajiit you see before you. I reveled in my added strength and youthful nature, I was decadent, corrupt and violent. Those wrongs are just as strong in my mind as if I just commited them. You would be surprised at the weight a few era's of mistakes can feel like."

    He looks at her the truth of his words growing on her face.
    "I share this knowledge with just a very few people at a time. Most don't understand, others overcompensate, with generous empathy. Most look on in fear. But the few who come to a true understanding of it and what it means to me are my most valued companions. I know this is a lot to take in, but I really trust you and wanted you to know what you were getting into. While there was still time to turn away if it was too much for you." He both felt drained and relieved to have it out there for her to figure out.
     
    Klaern paused in their walking, mid stride, looking at Bruynzeel. Not with excitement, not with awe but with pain. To endure endlessly watching the world change, friends come and go, death to all those you love, the gravity of such an existence could certainly drive one mad. Bruynzeel seems, to the wood elf, to have accepted his fate and adjusted to it as well as one could, she supposed. He even excelled at many different things. Klaern's mind buzzed with questions, with thoughts. She knew he was a quite capable fighter, an accomplished bard, an expert cook, quite charismatic- lots of qualities that he must have used his time to perfect.

    She opened her mouth to ask a question and then shut it, not knowing exactly where to begin with her own thoughts and feelings. She tried again,
    "Bruynzeel, indeed, I was going to ask your age today. That is no longer necessary as you have now told me. I will not divulge your secret to another. It is yours to allow those you trust with it to have it." She stops speaking, taking in a long, deep breath, "Bruynzeel, your age will not affect how I treat you. It does clarify some things for me, of course it does lead on to other questions. I will have to ponder what questions I truly wish to know the answers to before asking another." She stops and looks deeply into his eyes, "I will instead, salute you. I respect you even more, for all the ages you've lived through and for all that has happened, you own your mistakes and have tried to make yourself a better Khajiit. That is a lot. Most would go insane, most wouldn't understand how terribly lonely and depressing such a long life would be."

    The wood elf thought for a moment and then said,
    "You probably know more about my own people than I do Bruynzeel, yet you ask me for stories", she jibes a little, breaking the tension and pain she felt with a small bit of humor. They begin walking again, slower now, but moving once again. Klaern walks a little closer to him than before, just loving being near him. It made her feel a bit of pride to be taken so quickly into his confidences. She was glad to be a part of his life, even if just a small part, for now.
     

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    "I do know your history and have been a part of some of it, If you can forgive me I fought against your people on more than one occasion is past wars. But the stories I ask for are not the common lore, but the little local ones, tales of local heros or changes from the seperation of culture. Each little town and province has subtle changes in how stories are told that sometimes tell you more about the people than they share openly. For instance I can tell several things about your own villiage from how you have told your stories. One was unique to your town one was a old old story that had changed over time to more a parable than the history it originally had. The jokes though were the most telling. Your blush showed you were not supposed to know them, let alone repeat them. All this tell me about your villiage and you."

    He looks at her closely.
    "We need to pick up pace or not make the inn by days end." He was looking forward to arriving at the Redmoon in and seeing Andast and Teeja, last he had heard Teeja was with child now, They had moved from his estate a couple years ago. Which would mean his darling Star would soon have a playmate. When Andast had lost his wife and the mother to Star he feared a life of heartbreak for them eventually the rather stoic Teeja stepped up and softened Andasts heart again. Winning him over with the love and care of Star. Star was now around 7 years old and really starting to show her smarts. He had made her a little Bru as well, but was not sure she would appreciate it now being a "big girl".
    And he does indeed step up to a longer stride.

    "The things I learned of you and about your villiage, It is a small villiage, deep in the southeastern First wood, you may not know it but it seems settled by those both against the traditional Bosmer Green Pact and definately against the Aldermeri Dominion. I too am apprehensive of the Aldermeri. I fear they weaken us all and a attack from the Akaveri could spell our doom should they have their way."
    The path closes in the trees fairly brushing the path. The dappled sunlight through the trees is pleasant. The very active small animals, and birds tell him that no major predators are around, it should be a day of easy travel.
     
    As Bruynzeel speaks, he lengthens his stride, the wood elf, ever nimble was able to keep up with him at a brisk but graceful stride of her own. Feeling more comfortable now that the trees were closer and feeling much more at home along this path.

    It intrigued her, how much he could discern from the small stories and jokes she had told him so far. Klaern says,
    "Whatever past wars were fought are in the past. We always move ever forward. You need not ask for my forgiveness of things I did not know of and still do not quite understand. What matters most to me, is the here and the now." She looks sideways at Bruynzeel, "That might seem like a foolish perspective to someone that has seen so much transpire over the endless moons you've seen. But all I have is now, and now is all that matters."

    A slight breeze rustles the branches high above them as they walk along their path. Klaern's mood is one of serene reflection of her own past for a few moments. The remembrances brought about a twinge of pain and Klaern shakes that off by picking up her pace just slightly to feel the wind against her cheeks and brush against her hair, as if she can outrun her own past by running through this small wood. For all of her talk about living in the moment, some things never quite disappear from one's heart, and Klaern knows that all too sharply.

    "So, tell me Zeel," Klaern smiles, liking the sound of that better than Bru, her own pet name for her companion, "What is your most favorite part of nature? I will tell you mine after you tell me yours." Klaern turns to look at Bruynzeel to see if he can tell how comfortable she feels with him right now, enjoying the travel through the trees along the path with an interesting companion.
     

    Bruynzeel

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    "My favorite thing about nature..." He thinks deeply. Settling on one concept, he continues. "Everything moves and changes, water and wind and time. Every creature and plant grows seeks a way to continue, plants seed, animals mate. Mountains grow and are worn away. Everything, absolutely everything changes." He reflects on it all. How the rivers carve valleys, how the wind, and waves create sand. How that sand when carried by the wind or waves carves away the works of man. mankind, merkind and the sentient beastmen, with their ever present politics and plays for power their amazing capasity for hope and the constant struggle with forgetting the past.

    "While I appreciate your ideas of all thing past are past, there are things we cannot forget. Mostly that even though people wish for peace, or understanding, even coexistance. There are those that use the forgetful nature of others to wage new wars, grabs for power. People in general are kind, but they forget that when they want something or feel wronged. Each war is waged by those in power to gain something, by those who fight for some cause, and by those who think so that others don't have to fight. Each true warrior wishes their war to be the last. That in their sacrifice future generations will have peace and not know war."
     
    Klaern nods her appreciation of Bruynzeel's thoughts on nature. "It is true everything changes. I suppose you would have seen most of these changes yourself, first hand. And change is amazing," she gushed happily, thinking about how plants grow strong both above and below the soil. "My favorite thing about nature, is everything! The days which lead to nights, the breeze catching a fallen leaf, the cry of a new born lamb. All of it amazes me, holds me enchanted with it's ever present surprises."

    Upon hearing Bruynzeel's description of the dangers of forgetting past transgressions, Klaern's happiness dissipates, her displeasure at the greediness of people, all races of people bothers her on a deep level.
    "Perhaps my answer to the nature question is not completely true, there are a few things about nature that I do not like- one of them being the nature of people to be greedy." Her brow furrowed with disdain, "If only all the wars of the past were able to teach us all that war is not the only way to settle disputes. I would rather honor the warriors of the past with a lesson learned than to continue to spill blood over things that could be settled with debate and compromise, to the benefit of all involved."

    The day continues ever onward. They two stop for a brief refreshment break near a stream. The wood elf washes her face in the water, cupping it and splashing her face, loving the feel of the coolness against her flesh. She looks into the stream and sees a shiny coin laying just out of reach, she stretches herself out as far as she could when some of the bedside stones shift, surprising her as she falls face first into the shallow stream.

    Slightly embarrassed, but mostly feeling younger than her years, she laughs out loud at her own ungraceful display.
    "Well, at least there is still some sunlight, I will dry out sooner or later." She smiles, her hair and clothing drenched, but her demeanor one of carefree delight, nearly forgetting the coin which she has clasped in her hand. "Oh, Bruynzeel, do you know what this is?" As she hasn't much knowledge of different coins or even if it might be a symbol of something, perhaps a small amulet. She offers it up to Bruynzeel for inspection.
     

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    Bruynzeel laughs heartily when Klaern falls into the stream and again when she presents him with the amulet of Mara. "This is a bit awkward, in Skyrim and most of the frontier lands this simple amulet of the Love Goddess Mara would be presented to one someone wants to marry." turning it over in his hands the age of it hits him, it being torn from the chain it had shared for decades perhaps tells a story of a robbery or other violent act. But that was sometime in the distant past. This he doesn't share as it ruins the humor of her handing it to him. "It can also be worn displaying a desire to find someone to wed." He returns the broken amulet to her. "This one is quite old, and unique well crafted and made of silver and obsidian alloy with a moonstone for the center. This would have required a master smith, A treasure to be sure."
     
    Klaern takes the amulet Bruynzeel offers to her, looking it over more closely. She then wraps it into a bit of linen and places it into her pack for later. Her people used other means to marriage and those rituals were less extravagant than being presented with such a beautiful amulet. She smiles to herself. Should things become more than friendly, she might have use for such an amulet, but she will wait and see what the future holds for her and this highly intriguing, not to mention highly attractive Khajiit.

    "Thank you for telling me about the amulet Zeel. I really had no idea. In our village, we simply stand together before our friends and neighbors and pledge ourselves to one another." Klaern smiles, thinking about love goddesses and beautiful amulets, pledges of love and a feverish romp in bed with a handsome Khajiit.. and caught her thoughts, blushing deeply, she quickly ends her daydreaming and brings herself back into reality.

    Klaern sees that the wooded path is opening up slightly, an open glade emerges and in the distance there are two deer, a fawn and doe grazing on the lush grass. She stops Bruynzeel with a touch to his arm and they let the two deer pass without disturbing them.
    "Thank you." She whispers to him, knowing that it was probably not a thing he would have done before, it was, after all, venison.. but Klaern loved to watch the forest creatures and allow them to be on their way unperturbed by her as she shared their spaces.

    Both companions continue along their way to the Inn, their talk mostly the banter of travelers along a road- but peppered with questions from the less experienced Bosmer and the answers from the well traveled Khajiit. She sees bemusement at some of her questions but he is a patient teacher and answers her questions with knowledge and sometimes a laugh.
     

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    Her hand was electric and unnecessary as he would never take a doe still with fawn. The cycle of life must continue. But her compassion for the pair was adorable. They quietly watch the pair pass. Then continue on their way. Enjoying small talk and the hours pass quickly their feet carrying them far.

    Soon they are just one hill from the Redmoon Inn the smell of smoke house wafts over. Bruynzeels mouth starts to water as he remembers the sweet sweet taste of Andasts slow cooked brisket. The sound of people enjoying drink and song also come to them from the distance. He had taught Teeja how to play the guitar and her skill could be heard in the joy of whatever small crowd she had managed. It was a juxiposition with how she used to be, stoic and reserved sparing words for action. Always just enough to get the job done no more no less. They make the top of the hill and the red cresent double moon banner flying from the flag pole highlights the inn with its vibrant red trim. Looking similar to the Blue moon inn only in tints of red. With an outside area set with tables and chairs surrounding a fire pit. Off to one side was a blackened metal cooker smoking and smelling like heaven of slow cooked meats.

    Then a high pitched and joyous sound greets them from the nearby thicket.
    "Grandpa Bru! Oh Grandpa Bru..." And Bruynzeels leg is attacked by a redheaded dunmer child around three feet tall and all tears and crys of joy. "Darling Star you have grown!" "Grandpa Bru, I am so glad to see you, Momma and Daddy will love to hear you are here." And off she runs dropping the glass jar full of Blue butterflys that she had been getting from the thicket. Bruynzeel bends down and picks up the jar examining it. Then continues toward the Inn. Soon Andast and Teeja are walking out to greet him. Teeja a good 7 months along and practically waddling with the weight of the coming child she bares. Andast helping her along anxious and lovingly steadying her gait over the path. Bruynzeel quickens to meet them before they get to far so that it is not a long walk back. Klaern keeping pace.

    "Well met friends, seems the news of happy tidings was true. Congradulations." Teeja responds "I feel like I am carrying a litter you old cat. Glad to see you!" and she hugs him first tucking in and nuzzling him then looking at Klaern "And who is this lovely lady?" breaking the embrace and giving a hardy hand shake and backslap to Andast. "Andast and Teeja, meet Klaern Willowwind" "Welcome Klaern." says Andast bowing low Teeja looks over the young Bosmer and smiles. "Yes, welcome to our home and the Redmoon inn. Our house is your house." Then Star runs back up and Bruynzeel bends down and hugs her. As they part "I believe these beautiful little things are yours" He hands her back her butterflys. "Thank you Grandpa Bru." "Klaern this bundle of joy is Star, Star this is Klaern."
     
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    Klaern smiles broadly as an excited little dunmer child rushes them. "Grandpa Bru" is smiling as well. The little girl, adorable as they come is carrying a small jar of butterflies and Klaern notes that Bruynzeel calls her 'Star'. What a beautiful name for a beautiful child. Staying close to Bruynzeel, Klaern hurries along to meet the innkeepers of the Redmoon Inn.

    The woman, Teeja, heavy with child hugs Bru warmly and Andast gives him a firm handshake, bowing to her. Klaern is happy to meet these people, giving a small bow of her own to both,
    "Well met Andast and Teeja. Thank you for the welcome to your lovely Inn." Taking in the view of the Inn and it's grounds for a moment before she is introduced to the child. Kneeling down a bit to be at eye level of the girl, Klaern smiles, "Well met Star. I hope we can become friends." The child, not seeming shy at all, smiles brightly back, "Me too! You wanna know what? I'm the big sister!" She exclaims, proud of her new title. Klaern beams, "Well, of course you are! You will soon have a little one to help your mother with. It is a big responsibility, but I am sure you will do well. You look like the big sister type." She whispers and then stands back to full height.

    Klaern and Bruynzeel are escorted to a seat outside with the rest of the guests around the fire. It isn't packed, just a few travelers finding a place of rest for the night. The smell of slow cooking meats heavy in the air and although Klaern herself does not eat meat, she does not find it's cooking aroma over powering, but quite the opposite, relaxing and tranquil in the late evening air.

    Teeja, needing a rest takes a seat with them as Andast offers drinks for everyone, claiming that Teeja has made a refreshing raspberry tea that people come all over for a sip of. Klaern cannot refuse such an offer,
    "Then of course I would like a raspberry tea." Teeja looks to Andast, "And bring out the banana bread I prepared, could you dear? I am beat and need to catch up with Sai Bruynzeel." Andast rubs Teeja's shoulders a moment before bending over and kissing her forehead, "Raspberry tea and banana bread coming right up." He looks at Bruynzeel, "I know what you want, but it isn't quite ready yet. In another hour, the brisket will be exactly as you like it Sai. I do have a home brew that I want your opinion on, I will bring a tankard out for you." Andast looks to his daughter Star who steps right up beside her father, "I will help you Papa."


    Klaern is delighted, loving the excitement of this young family and especially that of little Star, remembering how she would offer to help out her own father when she was still very young as well. This was certainly going to be a fascinating evening, thought the wood elf, in anticipation of learning about these new acquaintances.
     

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