Bobby
"Voucher trampled through the frost at the edge of Skyrims great frozen marshlands. On his back shivering was the for a very lost very cold Khajiit woman. Wishing she had more on than just her leather armor helmet and great sword. What little she knew of her people They were not dwellers of the tundra. And she was stupid but Not stupid enough to disarm herself for a little bit of warmth. There were giant spiders and the rare but Infinitely more deadly chaurus out here. A monster that only lived underground but for some reason decided to show itself on the surface only in the swamps. She looked at her map for a landmark of any kind. Morthal had to be close. She didn't want the sound spoiled but still a warm bed and hot food.
 Wouldn't it be out of the question As the sun started to set. Her horse My not have minded this weather but she did. She thought to herself. She was pretty by the standards of her kind her light tan fur with darker stripes going down her gave her a tiger like tiger like appearance That was sadly undercut by the fact that she was a scrawny thing. If one thought her fur gave her protection from the cold however they were mistaken it was made to let heat out not keep it in. It was moments like this she wished she had actually that spell tome for fire. Just for a little bit of warmth. It would only get colder as the night slipped farther away. "Oh papa I was a foolish girl indeed for coming here. "
Stacy
*Wandering the soggy could grounds walked a mountain of a nord man, large arms and thick muscles. He seemed more or less unbothered by the cold, the thing that did bring him annoyance however was the water and mud.
On the verge of frozen and slush mixed with snow.
A light groan as he walked, his massive golden dwemer war hammer rested over his shoulder, gripping in his hand.

Though it wouldn't take long for him to notice the form of a horse trading along in the fog, barely making out the form of a small humanoid atop it, the curled postion indicating that they were not doing too well. Raising his hand to his mouth before calling out*

"Who goes there!? Are you alright?"
*His voice was strong, and easily reached the ears of the figure he'd spotted, luckily horses of skyrim weren't so easily spooked by sounds alone*
Bobby
The fog made her think she was looking at a bear it was so huge. But no. It was the voice of a man. And a nord judging by the accent. Was it a bandit? Would someone who wants to gut her like a rabbit or worse make inquiries about her well-being? Possibly for the sake of a trick. Still she was in no shape to fight and she had the advantage of Voucher if push came to shove she could out pace a man on foot. So she took a chance it was just a traveler.
Hail kinsmen " She said in her Nordic accent. She nearly hit her face what a stupid thing to say. If this man was indeed a Nord He would think she was some kind of idiot . Because anyone with eyes could see she wasn't. He might even take offense and swing at her.
Stacy
*In no time at all he'd of closed the gap, stepping close enough that the veil of fog was lifted.

She could make out his face and Features, and see that some of he size was the large travelers pack on his back, and he was indeed a nord. Wielding a massive hammer.

Cocking his head to the side some at seeing the feline figure*

"Hm.. No sure I've heard that greeting from a Khajiit, but... Stranger things have been seen"
*He gave an almost amused smirk, which quickly faded and looking at her sorry state*

"You know it's pretty good to have some sort of insulation. Even I've got a little"
*Gesturing to the pelt around his waist, Sabre cat by the looks of it*
Bobby
He wants no bear. But looking at him up close she could see why she had made the mistake. He was a barrel chested looking brute with a nasty scar on his face but not ugly and his voice was definitely friendly. Although was a bit embarrassed on her lack of proper clothing and the joke about her statement. " Forgive me sir. It's just habit my papa is a nord and growing up its how everyone else greeted him so It's just something that stuck. As for what I'm wearing. I don't have any armor that is padded for this kind of weather But it's either freeze today or take a blade in the gut. So I was hoping I could at least negate some of that by making a fire. And using Voucher as wind break. " She couldn't help us stare at the sabre cat pelt. The one she had a hunted when she was a teenager with her father was the normal Brown tan variety. This one was a gorgeous white.
Stacy
*He listened curiously, he seemed more intrigued than anything else, though he would move his hammer, setting it down on the head. The weight of it keeping it upright, as he moved his arm to sling his backpack off, unclipping the rolled up pelt looking thing ontop, before tossing it to her.
With how easily he tossed it one wouldn't have been prepared for the weight of it upon catching it*

"Wrap yourself in that, I can lead you on to Morthal"
*If she were to unroll it she'd find it was a thick polar bear pelt, the orientation suggesting he used it as a bedroll.

Sliding the backpack back on before reaching up a hand for the reins of her steed to lead them.
He gave her a look of reassurance trying his best to convert that his intentions were good*
Bobby
She let out a small surprised gasp at being pelted with well the pelt. It was a heavy skin reminding her of the great elk skin slept with back home But she would not complain as soon as it was wrapped around her body she pulled it on tight as Immediately the chill wind ceased to ravage her. When she stopped shivering she gave the big man a very thankful nod. "Divines bless you my friend. You have my eternal gratitude" He was already looking at her with that curious expression that people did whenever they heard her thick accent That made her sound like a true daughter of Skyrim rather than a foreign cat. Especially because she didn't talk in third person.
Stacy
*Taking the reins to lead the horse along, turning in a completely different direction than what she was headed*
"It's strange, I don't think I've heard your kind without the typical Elsweyr accent.
I take it you've been here a long time?"

*He asked curiously, that heavy bear pelt doing wonders to keep her body heat in*
Bobby
She had explained this many times to not just nords but other races of men and elves so at this point it was a well rehearsed speech. "I never knew my own people or where Elswyer even is. My papa was a Nord captain of the solitude guard who found me as a cub during his travels. I didn't even see another Khajiit until I was 15. And It was the most awkward experience of my life. " She said. The pride in her voice at being raised by nords was clearly evident
Stacy
"Hm, I know a dark elf in riften, he was raised by argonians.
And from what I've heard about most of the higher up nords. Im proud to see at least someone had enough of a soul to see you were worth preserving"
*He was a proud nord, but it was clear he was deeply disturbed by the consistently demeaning actions of his kinsmen*

"But to me that makes you as much of a nord as anyone else. The name isn't just reserved to what you look like"
Bobby
The look in her blue eyes was the look of one who had been waiting her life to hear that that from someone other than her nearest kin. She actually cried just a little bit much to her embarrassment. "Thank you. You have no idea how long I've wanted to hear that. " He couldn't tell or perhaps he could that his words had just earned him a life long friend.
Stacy
*He did take notice of the shift in her voice at first fearing he'd upset her. But her words had left him to calm some, gently nodding*

"Yeah... I can imagine our kinsmen being... Much less understanding or accepting"
*His eyes were on the sky. Watching magnus as it made its way across the sky, walking for a good while before it was nearing the end of its journey across the sky, allowing the twin orbs in the sky to begin revealing themselves*

"Hmm... Maybe we should make camp, if we keep things steady tomorrow I can get you to Morthall by midday at the earliest"
*Stopping to look back at her for her input*

"But I'm not above walking through the night"
Bobby
She Tried to regain some of her composure and act with a little bit of dignity and pride. " I would not be opposed to starting a fire and cooking something for supper. I have a pound of horker meat would be more than happy to share. Although I'm not sure this water is safe to make stew with. I'd heard stories of men drinking swamps water And dying over their chamber pot the day after. " It was partly a joke and partly something she had actually heard happened.
Stacy
*He'd chuckle a bit at the quick change up from optimism to slight fear*

"Heh, well I'd say only the heartiest of creatures could take drinking from the waters around here. I'd say we just opt for roasting it"

*He'd lead them to a cleat ish spot, taking it upon himself to clear the brush and sticks and make a decent campsite. Dumping all the sticks and leaves in a pile before striking a flint against the head of his hammer and showering it in sparkles the dried dead grasses caught*

"You just worry about keeping warm"
*He set down his backpack and grabbed another rolled up thing from the underside of the bag. Unfurling a thick tanned hide, which seemed made to be for a big tent.
Before he moved to get some big sticks while the fire grew brighter and hotter*
Bobby
She tied Voucher to one of the small trees Putting his oat bag on his mouth. As she petted his mane for a moment before taking he tent and sleeping bag off his back. And helping set us as best she could. Handing over the salted meat to him to spit roast. "I'm Serrida by the way" She said remembering that she neglected to introduce herself.
Stacy
*Returning with a bundle of thick sticks over his shoulder, holding out his hand to shake*
"Reian, a pleasure. Kinsman"

*A small wink before he moved to set up his rather large tent. It was a miracle how tightly wrapped he'd gotten the hide. Given the lack of stitches it implied it was a mammoth's hide. The tent easily able to fit three people snuggly. Or him and one other regular sized person comfortably*
Bobby
She shook the offered hand but blushed when he winked. Mercifully her fur hid it." Pleasures all mine. "She said looking at his massive tent that put her cow hide one to shame. She briefly wondered if she could ask to share but that was a tad too intimate considering they had just met.
Stacy
*He'd lightly sniff the air, noticing a small shift but Shrugging it off as he moved and pulled out an iron dagger as he started sharpening the ends of the sticks*

"So tell me about yourself? I don't see many folks traveling on their own. Specially not those that aren't acclimated to the colds of skyrim, though I'm sure you're more than familiar with it"
Bobby
She took a seat near him " Well not much to tell. Grew up in a small village outside of Solitude. I guess you could call it a normal childhood. Even if I wasn't the same as the other kids I managed to make a few friends. My pa looked after me and taught me how to work the land. How to fight how to hunt. He didn't want me to leave. He was very protective of me at the time. Worried I wouldn't be welcome. I had to convince him I'm old enough to be out here on my own to find work so I could prove to the others I am a true daughter of Skyrim. " There was that pride in her voice again.
Stacy
*He'd of stopped what he was doing foe the most part to look at her while she spoke. He didn't know why but her pride in herself and what she wished to accomplish just kinda made the aura of the area feel warmer.
The legitimate heat of the fire helping the area to not be so abrasive. Now on the last stick of the five stick process he was in the midst of*

"Hm, true child of skyrim, while a great statement... Doesn't really say much, what does it mean for you? Because if it just means essentially being like everyone else... Then I don't really see the appeal. But I think I get where you going with it"

*He'd of finished with it as he ended what he was saying, as he stood and started setting it up around the fire, twin exes spiked on either side. Before taking the meat and skewering it on the main stick before setting it over the flame and turning it occasionally as it sizzled*
Bobby
"It means I wouldn't be just a talking cat in the eyes of my courtymen. I would be someone they'd see as one of their own instead of an outsider. I want them to see me as my family does. I'm not a skooma seller or a weird merchant that says their name every time they talk. I'm a nor... I'm me. And I'll do whatever it takes to show them that. "
Stacy
*He'd nod along as he listened to her. Gently turning he meat as it cooked*

"Mhm, yeah I understand that, guess I didn't fully process how different it's likely been for you. I apologize for that.
It's good to see folks that know what they want."

*He'd give her a soft smile before sitting down while the meat roasted, stretching his arms up over his head. Before he moved to remove his iron chestpiece, a small sigh at the freedom. Setting the plates inside the tent, grabbing the front of his sleevless tunic to shake it out*

"Always feels nice to get the armor off for a while"
Bobby
She blushes again taking notice of him without the armor. The true nords might be adapted to the cold but her body still rejected it like a it a flea she couldn't scratch. "You don't have to apologize for anything. " She said for a moment realizing she was sit wearing her helmet and vest. "You're not worried about what's out there? I was chased by wolves day before yesterday. "
Stacy
*He glanced over to her, before reaching down and picking up a thick piece of wood, about as big around as her forearm.
Before he squeezed, a subtle creaking and cracking before it was crushed in his grip, opening his hand and letting the dust and splintered wood fall, before sweeping it into the fire*
"You don't have to worry so much, if danger approaches, I'll know. And your friend there will alert us aswell"

*Pointing at her horse before he turned back to the fire*
"Hoarker meat is about as thick as it gets, so this is gonna take a bit to cook. Cmon, I'm sure you've been through a bit, so why not relax by the fire? From the state you were in when I found you, you seem like you cpild use it"

*He glanced to her waiting for some response*
Bobby
She looked completely shocked to at the bear like strength he was displaying and couldn't help but be impressed and just a little bit excited. She nodded dumbfoundedly at him taking her helmet and vest off so she was jn just her plain white undershirt. With the bear pelt wrapped around her. Her ears happy and twitching without the restricted movement caused by the helmet
Stacy
*He didn't know what he'd expected, for when she removed the helmet, but he paused. Kinda staring at her for a moment, deep into those sparkly aquamarine eyes.
Even a but matted from the helmet her fur was very pretty.
Even so far as while looking at her hat his face would rise in a red hue. He wasn't sure what it was but he found her to be completely gorgeous.
Though quickly snapping away to look back into the flames, a small gulp as he swallowed*
Bobby
He was being quiet. And she noticed it. "Are you well Reian? " She said fixing her long dark locks. She never had her hair braided perfering it to flow free whenever not covered. She saw his face turn away. What's wrong. I'm not scared because you're stronger than me. Most people are. "
Stacy
"I- uh... Nothing, just."

*He quickly stood up and moved to wall past her*
"I'm going to get more firewood"

*If she was to look the fire was well stocked, the hoarker meat still just sizzling away.
As he moved past her and was making his was out of the camp area his foot would catch on a root, too caught up in hus thoughts to both notice it and properly keep himself from falling aside form himself the only thing to suffer for it was... Her tent, as he reaches for the nearest thing to grab, being said tent. As he both ripped it down and collapsed onto his back right ontop of it. Whatever sticks that were supporting it immediately shattering under his weight. Leaving him to lay there on his back, his face bright red as he stared to the heavens with regret*
Bobby
She was left to wonder why he was suddenly acting so strange when only moment ago he was calm and confident. And they already had too much fire wood to last the night. Then she winced at the crashing sound of the large man smashing her tent to nothing but hide."Oh... '" Was all she said.
Stacy
*He would remain there. Staring at the sky filled with yellows and oranges of the setting of magnus. A low groan of total regret and embarrassment, not sure how he was supposed to proceed from such a humiliating event.
Just a very small and solemn.*
"Sorry"
Bobby
She shrugged. "I can find more sticks at morthal that will fit the tent. The cow skins not damaged. Gods know I've tripped and fell plenty." She said trying to help him to his feet. "Now if you hurt my horse or my sword maybe ide be mad but it's just a tent and it's not snowing tonight. But you have to get up. I can't lift you my friend. Your to much of a bear for me to lift myself. "
Stacy
*He wouldn't really respond, getting back to his feet and dusting himself off. Glancing down to see one stick kinda just jammed right through the hide*

"I... Hm... You... You can sleep in my tent... If you wish, otherwise I can patch that and go find other supports to rebuild it...'"
*His face still red, avoiding eye contact for the most part, though for a moment his gaze would meet hers and he'd be sorta stuck there. Just looking at her, just as quickly breaking it as he closed his eyes and gently shook his head.*
Bobby
She blushed and her fur frizzed up. "Wouldn't... That... Wouldn't that be kind of intimate.. I mean we just met and .... Sure we can. " She said. Getting as nervous and awkward as he was. She had never slept so close to a man before. Sleeping on her father's leg while you were a cub didn't count. Not that an male of any race aside from another Khajiit had asked. And what the cat had wanted from her grossed her out. But Reian seemed like a proper gentleman
Stacy
*Her initial response caused his own blush to rise further. Though her sudden agreement there after eased most of his concern*

"Alright. Besides, I'm sure a shared space would be warmer for you anyways..."
*Using that to help rationalize the whole thing for himself. Glancing past her he'd notice the nearly burning meat*

"Uh... Foods ready!"
*His voice raised slightly as he removed himself from the tension that had just manifested*
Bobby
She could only wonder why he was blushing she knew why she was unless. No couldn't be there's no way he could find her pretty. None of the boys in her village found her pretty. Humans and elves could find each other pretty but that was never extended to beast races. One boy had even told her straight to her face that there was no way he would want anything To Do with an animal. So much for her first thirteen year old crush. Was Reian different? She definitely liked him already. He was incredibly kind and was going out of his way to make sure she was comfortable and safe. No other boy had done that for her. And as far as she could tell her race didn't bother him. And he wasn't hard to look at either. Adjust one look at that bear like physic and she got excited. Did she dare to hope? "Oh right I'm starving. And I already have some bread to share too. Least I can do since you made the tent the fire and cooked " She said hoping the meal would break the awkwardness
Stacy
*He picked the now well roasted hoarker loaf up off the fire, sticking the spit in the ground upright. Pulling out a metal plate and even a fork, Gesturing to the opposing side of him for her to sit, pulling out his dagger before shaving off pieces of the meat until the plate was stacked high and the spit was clean of it. Before he snapped and tossed the stock into the flames.*

"I tend to be on my own a lot.. I'll take any chance to have better company than just my own thoughts"
*His eyes traced the markings in her sleek looking fur, he couldn't help imagining what it felt like. The only physical interaction he's ever had with a Khajiit were only in combat situations.*
Bobby
She tore the love of bread in 1/2 and gave him his Portion. Before taking her seat next to him. Only now being so close to the seared meat. Did she realize just how hungry she truly was. She combined the steak with the bread loving how the flavors meshed. Only when The hunger pains had subsided did she answer him. " Growing up it was just my father my grandparents and a handful of friends. I suppose though this is the first time i've ever traveled alone unless you would like to come with me. "