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Patience | Sol / Ma’Za

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   Solomon didn’t know what to say. He had not expected to hear from the young Khajiit. Perhaps if she had wanted help, but not for the act of gift-giving. He didn’t know what to say, for once in his life, but accepted the bag regardless. It baffled him to think that she had remembered such a small detail of their brief meeting… A brief meeting that lead to him ripping her off big-time. The nearby shopkeeper had purchased the thing for 500 septims. Solomon had been living fairly comfortably for the past few days. In fact, he was tempted to save up and buy a house. 500 septims meant he was well on his way to managing that.

    Regardless, the notion took him off guard. How had she managed to collect so many in such a short amount of time? He stared at the Khajiit for a few moments before finally saying:

    “I am sorry, I never caught your name.”

“Me name Ma’Zarabi,” the Suthay replies after a moment of silence; staring back at the golden man to mimic his behaviour. Truthfully, she was unaware if this was a normal thing to do during an interaction with somebody, and so was merely testing the limits of what is, and isn’t, acceptable.

“I say true to you, Solly-mon: Ma’Za not sure if greens are all same,” her tone seems apologetic, though somewhat forced - it seemed apologizing didn’t exactly come naturally to the Khajiit, but an attempt was made nonetheless. “She try hardest to find shiniest ones though. Hope they nice present. Is see you around, maybe.”

The white, small feline turned on her thin legs to begin walking away from the man she barely knew; fingers jammed between her discoloured teeth to whistle a tune before she began chewing on her claws as she left. 

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Her eyes half-shut in comfort at the contact and affection. His voice, equally, lulled her into ease. She watched him in silence; admiring the little things. Mostly his eyes. They were shiny.

Ma'Za lifted her brow at his question, exhausted and seemingly barely conscious. It took longer than usual for her to work out what he was saying, but she did eventually crack it.

Mouth parting, she made a soft rumbling in the back of her throat. Clawed fingers pressed into her temple, as if trying to claw the information out of her brain. She made a few pained humming noises, adding more pressure.

A soft gasp strained out of her throat when she gave up, shaking her head. "Hurts," she rasped. "Can't think."

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She was somewhat slow to catch up as the larger cat rushed ahead to get warm; her legs and arms were rubbing sensitive skin together as she ran, and it was beginning to blister. Her face betrayed the grimace one would have when facing such problems; she stared somewhat blankly at the elder before offering a shaky smile.

It was clear what was going through Ma'Zarabi's mind when the mer-looking Khajiit was brought over, as her brow seemed to furrow and her head cocked to the side. Still, she said nothing, although rather comically her head would swivel to the person talking whenever it would change.

Ears perked in surprise as she was offered to follow M'amu. The Suthay seemed almost betrayed at the idea of being taken away from the safety of S'olomon, but at his encouragement, she obeyed and walked with the stranger.

Patience | Sol / Ma’Za

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The Suthay had decided to organise some of her finds as she waited for her friend to wake up. Eli yawned and stretched out his lithe body with a few, quiet cracks before beginning to groom himself; blood and dirt being removed in a meticulous manner.

At the subtle sounds of her guest rising from his slumber, Ma'Zarabi tidied up her new display - a few rings and circlets arranged somewhat randomly - and returned to his side.

Considering the fact that the smaller Khajiit was soaked in blood, her clothes equally stained with mud and grass as well, it was easy to tell who had done a lot of the work in killing the doe. She merely nodded in response to his question; chest puffing somewhat in pride.

"Was going to catch long-ear, but hoof-runner got lost, so we catch." There was a pause for consideration, her bloodied hands itching at her neck. She suddenly became aware that the Tojay-Raht might not even like the beast they caught. "Can catch else for you, S'olly. Not have to eat."

Patience | Sol / Ma’Za

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Ma'Za had unwittingly allowed herself to fall asleep in the comfort of Sol's embrace; the Quagmire claiming its old friend once again.

It had taken its time to pull her into the depths this time; allowing the pair to enjoy their comfort and warmth before ripping the Suthay away from her lover companion. Quite literally ripping her away, as in her dreams the Tojay-Raht had become a malformed corpse.

Ma'Zarabi's breath shuddered as she saw the grotesque figure's torn and rotting arms fall to either side of her; weak sobs leaving her chest and nausea flooding her senses. She unleashed a cry when she suddenly found herself falling backwards, air whipping her messy hair and fur violently.

Agony rocked her fragile figure when she finally hit the bottom of her fall; a hard surface cracked her spine, numbing her from the neck down. The initial impact gave way to a slow sinking feeling, and she was soon covered in freezing cold water. Unable to move her arms and legs, she could not swim to free herself.

The liquid filled her lungs, causing her to gasp and squirm out bubbling gurgles as it got darker and darker around her. Her chest felt like she was being stabbed, but the pain soon subsided to an unnatural serenity.

She was not being strung upside down, nor having her eyeballs eaten. She was sinking in the dark depths, free from pain and struggling breath. Light streamed onto her from the surface; it was golden, and warmed the waters around her. A red, furred hand gently picked up her tiny body with two fingers and lifted her from the watery grave.

A choking, gasping cough woke up Ma'Zarabi, and she clung onto what she assumed was still S'olomon for dear life. Trembling from head to toe and trying to recover from the groggy, nightmarish reality, she blinked around the room nervously. It wasn't quite morning, but it was close enough.

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Ma'Za listened intently and in pure silence; not wanting to disturb the two as they talked. She had run out of tea quite quickly, but said nothing during the long hours of discussion.

When the time to sleep had come, she merely laid down in front of the fire and watched the flames. As S'olomon joined her by laying in front, a hand tentatively reached out to touch the scar on his back.

She pulled it away when he had turned to look at her. Blue eyes absorbed all of the features on his face before making eye contact. Her mouth curled into a slight smile before she shook her head.

"Not upset me, S'olly," Ma'Za began, almost purring. "It nice see you happy."

The scar on S'olomon's back was ignored; her hand reached to touch his face instead. Clawed, trembling fingers gently followed his cheek down to his jaw. She used her thumb to press his mouth into a half-smile, then grinned in return.

"You not do this enough," she commented before moving her hand away.

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Ma'Zarabi had notably begun rearing up to barge the door down when her companion was denied initially - but relaxed as he was eventually allowed inside. She was a little surprised upon being ushered inside along with the Tojay-Raht; it felt almost like intruding, but if S'olomon wanted her here, she would stay. She had promised.

Her eyes glanced around the home as she took a seat beside the taller feline. Ma'Zarabi was half-tempted to rest her head on his shoulder or touch his hands - she had become somewhat of a glutton for contact since their embrace upon reuniting - but she didn't. It would probably be inappropriate.

As she waited, the Suthay pondered. She had not expected Hab-ash-she to be smaller than she was, but then again, what did she expect? She supposed that she expected S'olomon's aunt to be the same as him. After all, that's how it seemed to work with the snow-men and pointy-ears. Ma'Zarabi made a note to ask about this later.

For now, she would sit with her tea - uttering a curt "thank" to the Dagi that delivered it - and silently listen to the discussion she had no part in.

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The small, diminutive feline stared up at the Tojay-Raht in silence, her blue eyes softly examining him as he grabbed her wrists and smoothed her hair. The frustrated trembling stopped at his touch, and she let out a quiet breath that washed away her panic.

She followed his gesture with her gaze and smiled weakly; taking his hand with her own small ones and beginning a slow walk to where he implied they should go.

In her mind, she didn't want to let go of his hand, though she did so obediently when they arrived at S'olomon's destination. Ma'Zarabi tilted her head, opening her mouth to ask a question.

"What know of Hab-ash-she, S'olly?"

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She let out a small, delighted noise at the almost-dance, listening in understanding when he explained his actions. Realization wiped over her features and she happily lead him in the new direction, holding onto his hands and looking back at him with bliss on her face.

Her pace slowed when he asked her questions; she took a breath, looking excited to answer, but clearly hesitated when she couldn't come up with anything.

"Me...well, me said go to Why-run and Rift-men, and learn fish," the Suthay stood still, letting go of the Tojay-Raht's hands. "But I... I not know what else."

The feline seemed to tremble, tapping the sides of her head and squeezing her quickly-watering eyes shut. "Me know did things, but I...me can't..." A sharp sob escaped her chest, beginning to tug at her hair.

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