"So, even after we finally made it... you're going to continue on with them?" The sister khajiit asked with arms folded in front of her chest, standing in front of her two companions. His eyes glanced away from hers as he took a deep breath, beginning his statement. "Yes, only for a little while longer. If things are really that bad traveling on my own wouldn't be smart... I want to know what happened at the college... as well as find Mufasa." She only shook her head and sighed. "You will still be in the fighting you know? And how would you even find our brother to begin with?" "... I have a hunch he will have to be here in Skyrim. I've thought about it quite a bit."
Shenzi bit her bottom lip as she scratched the top of her head. "...Okay Sion. Belle and Fat-One... I'm going to go with them. I promised I would help them out. We'll be going to travel near Riften, back where we first formed our little group. Should make it there in a few weeks." Qara'Sion only nodded once, keeping his expression determined. The two stood still for only a moment before his sister abruptly hugged him tightly. "Just... stay alive okay? If you get a chance and if it is possible, send me a letter so I'll know you're fine."
Her hug shocked him. She was actually being sentimental for once. Things really must have been quite a rough ordeal as of recent for her to do so; he could tell. So in response, he hugged her back. Eventually they let go, and Belle approached him this time. "It was nice getting to know you Sion. I hope the next time we meet, it will be soon during more enjoyable times." She told him, hugging him as well in a gentle voice. Then lastly, the argonian approached him and placed a strong hand on his shoulder. "Don't worry about these two, I'll protect them." He chuckled, which immediately stopped when Shenzi made a low comment, saying "The only thing you'll protect is our plates."
And the three were off. Qara'Sion watched their backs, primarily his sister's as they walked on. A half-smile crept on his face. A sorrowful half-smile, but still a smile regardless.
... It still hurts to watch Shenzi walk away from me. Just as the time Mufasa walked away. Probably just a childhood trauma... is that the right word to use? From when they walked away from me years ago. But... this time, I know they don't hate me, or think I'm useless... or stupid. I think. At least... they aren't walking away from me like they did back then...
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In the tower, Qara'Sion sat near a window amongst the group. Switching between peering outside at the storm, looking at the pot of stew he attempted to make and fiddling with the dwemer staff. He became slowly better at using the weapon, at least if he wasn't in a panic. It was a good weapon for him; not like the sword or the bow. A scary weapon, but a good one. The khajiit just wished it were smaller. A small one would be nice... maybe two of them if he had the chance to get a hold of them. Yeah... much better than using the one in his possession.
He still needed to decide when he was going to see the college, or well... hear more about what happened over there. He could have left already... but perhaps he was too scared to find out if the last home he had was gone as well. The khajiit already knew not to bring it up in subject. If he was going to leave, he would do so without notifying anyone. Less stress on his part that way. Plus, it would probably be less dangerous to search for Mufasa than to go straight there anyway. There was quite a bit they needed to talk about.
Marassa; Zaveed's sister suggested they should move south. Further away from the college since they pretty much were on the run at this point. So his brother definitely took more priority at the moment. Unlike Zaveed, she was very unapproachable and not as sociable. Definitely not like each other, but he knew was it was like to have siblings with different personalities. Especially when there were seven of you. But it obviously appeared as though his ties with his siblings were much different than their's.
Qara'Sion sighed lowly to himself as he stood from his seat and approached the pot. Grabbing the ladle, he tasted a bit of the stew to test if it were finished. He grimaced. Wasn't much flavor and not yet finished... but better than any of the gruel he's had as of recent. Luckily it was almost done regardless. The khajiit did catch Francis' low whisper, but kept shut. He wouldn't blame him for the desire of revenge. Not a bit.
He walked back to his spot as Cub explained about Falkreath. It would end up being another struggle to travel there and remain there if supplies were desperate. "Is there anywhere else nearby where we could go to?" Each time he looked at the massive orc, all he could think of was Wow, your mother must have had a jolly ol' time when she went into labor. Then said orc called his name(?) making his ear twitch in curiosity, the light clanking of his earrings resonated in his ear. Turning around, he faced him to speak. "As far as I understand, soul gems power the staffs. I don't know how the inner workings of the staves work aside from that. They'd obviously must have a large amount for their soldiers as well as those giant machines but that's all I really know. Probably has more mechanisms or something in it to get the bloody thing to fire, but without a soul gem, it's about as useful as a long club. It would more than likely only be minutes at the most for them to prepare I think."