Having emptied his flask of mead, Khajier was taking a little Khajiitnap, resting up since he grew bored of the trek already. What with listening to Blind-Eye going on about Rold, puking, and whatever other shenanigans from the rest of the travelers. After waking up fifteen minutes later, Khajier sat up and stretched for a moment before hearing a new female's voice. Deciding to stay in his "room" Khajier laid his head back down and sighed. He had<em>that</em>dream yet again and didn't know why.<br/><br/>He'd always see himself and his father talking during the night as they stared up at the sky. He remembered hearing himself ask his father,<br/><br/><em>"Why do we stay here?"<br/>And his father would reply,<br/>"Because, Khajier, the outside world is unpredictable."</em><br/><br/>Khajier couldn't tell anyone why he'd always dream of that particular discussion but then again he'd not be able to explain why he'd always wake up right after his father answered him either. Sighing loudly, he sat up and yelled without a care if anyone heard him or not.<br/><br/>"ARE WE THERE YET?!"<br/><br/>(sorry it's short >.<)