Harold
Kani just got done trading off the pelts and other animal parts to the owner of the Drunken Huntsman. This Bosmer had a distinct look to her. Khajiit like ears and a tail as well. 

It was strange to see a Bosmer like her, some of the more bullheaded Nords thought she was a cross breed of a Khajiit and an elf, even though that would not be possible. Still, the Bosmer was proud to have the added parts in memory of her close friend, which was a way to forever remember and respect her.

For now, she had paid a visit to the city of Whiterun as it had plenty of game to hunt across the plains and it was a good source of income. The cool weather here was a welcome change over the colder and foggy woods of Falkreath.
Michael
*And most nords just didnt know what the hell she was. Soleil was sat in a corner, nibbling on something. Her hood was up, but her Antlers stuck through it, and her eyes glowed slightly. She'd never been to Whiterun, or anywhere but solitude. She took a carriage which was a strange experience for the driver, a Breton who actually knew what she was.*
Barbara
**Least strangely was Kybar, a large Khajiit, Cathay-Raht at least, who was also in the market to trade pelts for coin. He had didn't the last few days hunting large predators for their pelts and preparing the pelts for purchase. Most say that the meat of the sabre cats are inedible, but anything is possible if you don't want anything going to waste. He bartered with the elf at the counter and counted his coin before catching gaze of the two strange girls in the room with him. He thought he'd seen everything, but apparently not.**

"Pardons, but this one has noticed that you appear to be Tojay. Is this correct?"
Harold
"Hm? Oh no, I am just a Bosmer. See in Valenwood, we have spinners. It is in our culture that if one were to show great commitment and legendary for the people of Valenwood. The Spinner can use magic to in a way, transform you. Most do antlers, I chose these two things." She pointed at her cat ears and her tail that waved slightly.
Michael
*She tilted her head a little and stared at them. That's something she didn't know that she was just now hearing. But she didn't understand why you'd want antlers. They aren't very convenient. She stood and sort of timidly inched closer to them.*
Barbara
"Ah, and what a choice it was. Elves do look much better with cat features. But what about the other one? Are you friends? Her ears perked up at the mention of horns."
Harold
She looked over at the other person that was sitting away from them, her ears twitched a bit and she tilted her head as well.

"No, I didn't even notice her with us. But I can understand the mistake. We both look like a fish out of water... Or is there another saying.." She began to question herself, tapping her finger onto her chin as was making sure the saying was "Like a fish out of water or was it out of the water."

For now she was too distracted thinking about whether it was the saying or if she was wrong or had said it wrong.
Michael
*She couldn't speak. Faun lacked vocal cords. She took a journal from her coat and wrote in it.

"Hello! What are your names?"

She had strikingly good handwriting.*
Barbara
"Not the talkative type, are you? It is no trouble. Call me Kybar; I'm sure you've heard the name at least once."

**There he goes, talking about himself already. If no one else, be your own biggest fan, as they say.**
Harold
She looked over at the two and gave a slight bow,

"I am Kani... Pleasure to meet both of you at a place like this. I assume we are all hunters in a way, yes?" She asked, looking around at the two. Her tail curled as she was happy to meet more people with a shared common interest.

The huntress would then gather her sum of gold that was neatly tied in a pouch and added it to her coin pouch.
Michael
*She nodded. She then wrote down her name.

Soleil.

But why was she even just writing in the first place? They likely wouldn't have known that she couldn't actually speak. But she was a hunter, in a way. An archer.*