Marassa grabbed his arm as he aimed for one of the two combatants. Once more he flinched as usual as his head quickly turned to face her. “Leave them. This is something they both need to do.” She told him. His mouth opened slightly as if he were to say something, but he relented. The cold color shrouding his hand faded and he lowered his arm back inside his cloak, once she let go. Qara'Sion was to uncertain about allowing the two to fight, but maybe she was right. Maybe they did need to have this moment.
The khajiit watched on and regretted his decision to not stop them. Blade's face was different than when he watched the argonian fight in the arena. Too different. The look on his face would actually strike fear into the khajiit despite witnessing the gladiator's battle prowess in both competition and war. His eyes shifted to Marassa as she moved forward, then to the bout happening before them all. The argonian drew his sword. No, he's not going to is he!? The khajiit questioned in his thoughts as Blade began to plunge the sword downward. Once more, once more, he flinched, and froze up.
He missed. Intentionally missed from the looks of it. And began to walk away from his combatant. Qara'Sion inhaled with relief, but shock came back once more when the other hero traveling with the group bounded passed with heavy steps. Soon Cub was strangling Blade, and Qara'Sion's eyes stayed open as he began to dash with his heavy cloak on his shoulders. all the while preparing a spell to passify the orc. As Urzoth and Marassa were pulling Cub off of the argonian, the khajiit placed the single glowing hand on the orc's back. He should have listened to himself rather than follow someone else's word. Let them fight. Had Qara'Sion decided to intervene, this wouldn't have escalated so far.
He needed to stop listening to others, and needed to start acting on his own decisions. So he thought.
Cub let go, and the others as well as the khajiit removed their hands. His eyes shifted from Blade to Cub to make sure nothing more happened, less he needed to "act". Nothing at all. Good. All he could do was give the argonian a look that read "What in oblivion was that!?". Mouth open in a snarl, eyes in surprise before shaking his own head. "...I'm going for a walk please, could everyone leave me at least a bit of the stew?" The khajiit spoke with a tone of annoyance as he slowly walked off on his own, finally throwing his hood over his head.
The rain was calming to his ears. It reminded him of the times where once each month, his family would return to "Home" when it would rain. But only then. It was a generational thing they always did, from Gods know how long... Qara'Sion lineage ran deep.
Thinking on it as he walked as if instinct, he wondered if he kept his pouch on him. Reaching around his side, he was lucky to find out he did. One paper scroll with a map detailed on it. Using his long cloak he covered the map from the harsh rain, peering down at it to see where he was currently. Immediately he snapped his fingers, to find where his brother was. Qara'Sion looked down to see where the luminescent path lead him, then to the stars. Then back to the map.
No this couldn't be right. He snapped his fingers again. For once the path didn't change. He tried it thrice. Four times. Five times. Nothing changed. From what he could tell, his brother was in the direction of the college. For the first time in years, the spell worked in his favor when it came to finding his family.
He could leave them now. All of them, to pursue his own goals. Things were starting if they werent already to become bad. He could find Mufasa. Find out what happened to the college. His own desires. But he bit his lip. And shook his head. It would be asinine to go on on his own. The dwemer had most of the territory here in skyrim, Mufasa could move and it would be another chase, Gods... he was carrying a dwemer weapon himself. And even then where could he stay during the meantime? The only place with the most potential of being a safe heaven would be Narzulbur and the khajiit didn't know if the stronghold was able to recover from the attack a few years ago. He had no choice but to stick with them if he wanted a better chance of survival.
And Falkreath was becoming less desirable if those living in the area were struggling. With the number of people in their group, and the tension rising... how long would it take for them to just turn into hungry beasts?
A disgusting noise near his feet ran through his ears as he walked forward. He yelped and fired a shock spell in the direction of the sound. Instantly, he killed a sickly looking rabbit. He sighed and slapped his face with both hands. "I've... got quite a bit to think about. I'm letting almost everything get to my head...." He mumbled as he kept on walking forward. Even slower than before.
Honestly, I don't think.... I know I can't turn back now... but dammit... I need more time...I just don't wan't to have to end up walking alone again....Maybe I need to change..."
