Post by najela on Feb 10, 2013 15:06:28 GMT -5
Or it would have been had Najela actually wandered in the direction of Jorrvaskr.
The plan was to get there eventually. Her sister was a Companion- surprise surprise- and in the months of visiting her Naj' had actually made a friend. Maybe it was a cosmic joke, because since when did anyone actually like this Redguard, but no, it appeared to be genuine. Nowadays Najela trekked to Jorrvaskr to see Farkas just as much as she went to see her sister...sometimes even more so. She'd grown up with Amazeera, she didn't need to see the woman constantly. But she certainly didn't mind seeing what she could of the more agreeable twin.
It was a little before midday when Najela made it through the gates of Whiterun. The market was busy as citizens browsed the goods and took lunch breaks from their jobs, and the thief would have made it to Jorrvaskr without a hitch had she not run into a certain someone.
The Redguard man stopped in her path and sneered down at her. That alone made the woman bristle- she had just bathed and cleaned the good armor her Pa had made her, what was he looking down at?
"Do you get to the Cloud District very often? Oh, what am I saying- of course you don't."
He turned to leave. Najela wasn't about to let him get away with that. The only reason she wasn't bludgeoning him over the head with her daggers right now was because they were in public.
"The Cloud District? Isn't that where the brothels are?"
Nazeem stopped in his tracks. Ha.
"You dirty little whelp-"
"Hey, I am not dirty, I just left the bathhouse. But I guess observation isn't one of your strong points."
The man turned and took a step forward, his eyes glinting. Apparently not many people talked back to him outright. Oh well, it wasn't like Najela lived here or anything.
"I guess I wouldn't expect anything different from a lowly peasant. You people have no idea how to act in civilized company."
Naj' saw some of the shopkeepers bristle. Well look at me, standing up for other people. Aren't I just my sister today. "Civilized company? Where?"
"I'll have you know that I advise the Jarl, little girl."
"Really? Then why do you spend your time down here getting into arguments with 'peasants?'"
A few people were starting to watch, putting a halt to their shopping to see how the verbal battle would end. Some of the guards were watching, too, as guards were always upstanding, helpful people.
"Somebody should take you out with the garbage where you belong."
"Stop pretending to be a Redguard. No one from Hammerfell could possibly come across a face like yours. Although I suppose if your mother was bedding a hagraven that would explain it."
Nazeem, like most pompous snobs, couldn't put his fighting skills where his mouth was. He wasn't the type to get into a physical confrontation with anyone.
He also wasn't the type to let anyone insult his mother.
The man flew at her, fist raised and ready to go. Naj' ducked the blow but took the force of his weight in full; they both went down, him on top, and now the entirety of the market decided that this was a lot more fun than shopping.
"Fight!" One of the guards yelled (see, they totally earn their pay).
"Hit him! Hit him!"
"You call that a punch?!"
Just another day in the life of Najela the Redguard. Hopefully her sister didn't pick this moment to wander out of Jorrvaskr.
The plan was to get there eventually. Her sister was a Companion- surprise surprise- and in the months of visiting her Naj' had actually made a friend. Maybe it was a cosmic joke, because since when did anyone actually like this Redguard, but no, it appeared to be genuine. Nowadays Najela trekked to Jorrvaskr to see Farkas just as much as she went to see her sister...sometimes even more so. She'd grown up with Amazeera, she didn't need to see the woman constantly. But she certainly didn't mind seeing what she could of the more agreeable twin.
It was a little before midday when Najela made it through the gates of Whiterun. The market was busy as citizens browsed the goods and took lunch breaks from their jobs, and the thief would have made it to Jorrvaskr without a hitch had she not run into a certain someone.
The Redguard man stopped in her path and sneered down at her. That alone made the woman bristle- she had just bathed and cleaned the good armor her Pa had made her, what was he looking down at?
"Do you get to the Cloud District very often? Oh, what am I saying- of course you don't."
He turned to leave. Najela wasn't about to let him get away with that. The only reason she wasn't bludgeoning him over the head with her daggers right now was because they were in public.
"The Cloud District? Isn't that where the brothels are?"
Nazeem stopped in his tracks. Ha.
"You dirty little whelp-"
"Hey, I am not dirty, I just left the bathhouse. But I guess observation isn't one of your strong points."
The man turned and took a step forward, his eyes glinting. Apparently not many people talked back to him outright. Oh well, it wasn't like Najela lived here or anything.
"I guess I wouldn't expect anything different from a lowly peasant. You people have no idea how to act in civilized company."
Naj' saw some of the shopkeepers bristle. Well look at me, standing up for other people. Aren't I just my sister today. "Civilized company? Where?"
"I'll have you know that I advise the Jarl, little girl."
"Really? Then why do you spend your time down here getting into arguments with 'peasants?'"
A few people were starting to watch, putting a halt to their shopping to see how the verbal battle would end. Some of the guards were watching, too, as guards were always upstanding, helpful people.
"Somebody should take you out with the garbage where you belong."
"Stop pretending to be a Redguard. No one from Hammerfell could possibly come across a face like yours. Although I suppose if your mother was bedding a hagraven that would explain it."
Nazeem, like most pompous snobs, couldn't put his fighting skills where his mouth was. He wasn't the type to get into a physical confrontation with anyone.
He also wasn't the type to let anyone insult his mother.
The man flew at her, fist raised and ready to go. Naj' ducked the blow but took the force of his weight in full; they both went down, him on top, and now the entirety of the market decided that this was a lot more fun than shopping.
"Fight!" One of the guards yelled (see, they totally earn their pay).
"Hit him! Hit him!"
"You call that a punch?!"
Just another day in the life of Najela the Redguard. Hopefully her sister didn't pick this moment to wander out of Jorrvaskr.