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"Mehhh!!"

Inel threw herself down onto the sandy bank with a feeling of pure delight and glee of her discovery. Man, was she BEAT! You would think with how long she's been alive and how long she's been wandering all of Tamriel she would be used to this. Not at all in fact. She had come a long way from Riften, on her way to take care of a business ledger in Markarth for Delvin. It wasn't her usual job in the Thieves Guild, as Brynjolf hired her after she tried fishing in his pockets. She was a much better pickpocket than a numbers kind of girl. The only reason she was assigned to it was because the idiot doing it before got caught and was rotting away in Solitude.... should of been more careful. Nonetheless Inel was a little excited. It was nice to try something new and not always fish in people's pockets-- but oh, did she love stealing people blind... it was fun, and Nocturnal was always on her side.

The rippling of water and wind blowing through the trees made Inel smile. It was so peaceful here, almost reminding the wood elf of her home in Valenwood. A small twitch crossed her lips at the thought, pain starting to flood her chest. Inel shook her head of the thought and sat up at look at the water. It was clear and surrounded by butterflies. Everything about this spot was so lovely. It was like a fairytale-- a little bubble shut off from the rest of the world and there wasn't a threat in sight. If there was though, Inel would pop an arrow in their face. Hopefully she wouldn't have to.... she definitely didn't like fighting-- too messy. In the middle of her little fantasy, there was a vibration in her abdomen. Inel bit her lip and held her hand to her stomach just as the loud growling made itself known. She was hungry...

Sometimes Inel got confused with her hunger. Being a vampire she thought that she would only want blood, but that wasn't the case. She could actually eat normal food too. However with as long as she's been alive she noticed the feeling of hunger was similar to that of blood lust. The only difference she noticed was the burning in her throat if she needed blood. It wasn't there right this moment so Inel assumed that she was just hungry for people-food. "Alrighttttt, stomach!" Inel gasped, jumping up to her feet and kicking off her Thieves Guild boots. "Let's feed ya somethin' good, yea?"

Inel rolled her pants legs up and grabbed her Elven bow from the rock she had propped it against. She approached the clear water with a look of determination on her face, vaguely wondering if her arrow could withstand the current. The water was moving pretty fast and Inel could just barely make out the shadows of fish swimming around. She took a deep breath and held up her bow, placing a steel arrow against it and drawing the string back. She took a couple more calming breaths to steady her hand and narrowed her eyes, focusing on a large fish. "Got you, bugger..." Inel whispered to herself and fired her arrow. The arrow left her bow with a flash, quicker than a blink, but to Inel's disappointment it hit the water but didn't go through. "Seriously!?" she cried, watching her arrow flow down the stream. "Ugh," she slapped a hand on her forehead and tossed her bow aside. It was time to use a different method....

Inel took her elven dagger into her hands and breathed out determination. "This time I'm gonna get you..." she mumbled and stepped into the water. The cold liquid chilled her skinny legs, but otherwise felt refreshing. Inel's eyes caught another fish shadow and she approached it as silently as possible. It was looking at her, as if challenging her to stab it. She gritted her teeth and paused, getting her legs ready to pounce. One.... two.... THREE! Inel jumped with her dagger held high and stabbed towards the fish, falling head first into the water. She resurfaced with a gasp and looked around surprised, then held up her dagger-- empty.

"OH, COME ON!!!!" she growled.

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"Ezra....Ezra....Wake up...it's TIME!"[/i][/b]

Smacking his neck as if guarding it from an attacker Ezra sat up to find himself alone at his camp site; "It's just a dream" he told himself nothing more than his mind playing tricks on him again. Yet Ezra knew just how big a lie that was, even he couldn’t mask the horror he had seen that day; or any other time he faced a vampire. Once again ezras dreams had be robbed, leaving him with nothing more than shattered nightmares reliving that sight; he could still hear the mans screams. Begging to be set free from his hunters clutches, yet she didn’t let go only simply drained the life from him. After dealing with this one would hope the dreams of suffering would die down; apparently not, they seemed to be getting worst being out in the wilderness alone for so long. An echo sounding as if a dragon had awaken startled Ezra yet reminded him at the same time-- his stomach was empty, seemingly his rations had fell prey to wandering animals or he had eaten his last meal the night before. "By the eight.. " muttering to himself about how careless he had been and if this was a do or die situation he'd be dead already. Going on about how if master Isran was here he'd be doing twenty ducks and dives then cleaning the equipment until dusk, Smirking to himself Ezra began looking for his things.

Ezra finally gathered the supplies to go fishing. Fashioning himself a fishing rod he cast it into the crisp crystal clear stream in hopes to catch any unsuspecting fish; taking a second he looked at the world, but not through his eyes. Closing his eyes Ezra took a deep breath letting himself get lost on the euphoria of sounds--the light sounds of running water claimed his stressed mind. Ezra could even hear the faint crunching of leaves from deer passing by in what seemed to be a rush, Ezra’s mind still spread over the nearby areas pinpointing certain animal’s footsteps--enjoying this peace for once instead of always watching over his back. Something started to shake this peace, quickly opening his eyes Ezra saw his line pulling but not a lot-- with well-placed timing he yanked the rod as hard as he could; Success! He caught something after what seemed to be hours. An Arrow? "Just my luck.." Just as he was about to toss his prized catch to the side he heard something; something moving around near him.

Ezra scanned the area but didn’t see anything, turning in every direction he franticly searched with no avail. The bushes?!-- As soon as his attention turned toward the hunters hiding place it had no choice but to attack, Pouncing out toward Ezra it missed by a hair; A saber cat go figure. Standing back to his feet Ezra pointed the arrow toward the saber cat "Damn.." the only thing he could muster to say after noticing his weapons where behind the saber cat; all Ezra had was his dagger and this odd looking arrow. The saber cat took a few swipes at Ezra; managing to dodge a few it caught his right arm a bit. Once again staring death in the face he simply-- Ran, as fast as he could up stream; trying to gather enough concentration to cast a fireball at his attacker. He managed to gather some magicka but not enough due to him being hungry-- hurling the poor excuse for a flame toward the cat it seemed to do nothing but stall it just enough for him to gain several more feet.

Ezra’s feet seemed to know the land better than he did, even glide across this new terrain. He started to crest over a nearby hill still hearing the rustle of leave behind him, and roar from his displeased hunter mad at his evasiveness. In the distance he could see a person-- no a kid, young kid at that; his heart sunk at the thought of the Saber cat mulling this person due to his miscalculation, no luck. Ezra’s legs had other things in mind, it was as if he didn’t control his bod; finally regaining his nerves Ezra turned to face the saber with his glass dagger drawn out stretched in the direction of his pursuer."RUN?! ITS A SA-ber cat..." Ezra’s voice trailed off into space as he glanced at her, that hair seemed to catch fire and shine in the light; Ezra body froze standing up right as he tried to remember who this girl reminded him of, it was buried somewhere deep in his mind after everything he had been through. The one time he needed his mind, it left him with an empty feeling; then it hit him-- no really.

The saber cat caught up to Ezra making a successful pounce its claws out digging into flesh as they hit the ground, being caught off guard he fell to the ground under the weight of his attacker; the pain didn’t hit him until Ezra tried struggling to get free from under the massive cat. It tried sinking its teeth into Ezra’s neck but he had quickly stabbed it in its eye with the odd arrow. This only stalled Ezra’s death, the saber cat opened it maw to deliver the final blow; Ezra let out a bone shattering scream in his last effort to survive. The sound of the forest was more inviting now than it ever had been, time seemed to stop as his last seconds gave Ezra his last taste of life before the darkness came to collect its unpaid images. The saber cat and Ezra seemed to be frozen in time to any on lookers; but the blood staining the river bed and flowing down was the only way to tell time hadn’t stopped. Growling could be heard from the saber cat; it took its victims life lightly as it rolled over--Ezra’s glass dagger lodged into its neck. Sitting up he looked to the sky, the clouds seemed to dance across the sky letting him know rain was sure to come "Just my luck" Ezra smiled to himself as he lay back on the ground catching his breath.

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Huffing a disappointed sigh, Inel looked around at the water she sat in. She was on her hands and knees, the water only coming up to her chest and her hair drenched with little droplets of crystal colored water hanging wildly over her shoulders. A growl erupted from her abdomen once more, reminding Inel of her hunger. "Geez," she mumbled and pushed herself up so that she was now standing in the water. This was hopeless, she didn't think we was going to be such a useless hunter. It was fairly easy with getting blood, but hunting a fish proved to be a challenge for the awkward vampire. She may be a fisher for the thieves guild, but clearly "fishing" was not in her list of talents, not in the slightest. With her blade held tightly, Inel examined the water for another fish when suddenly her ears caught a strange sound.

It was odd, to say the least. The only thing she could think that matched the sound was.... running? Her brilliant emerald colored eyes looked to her left-- downstream, seeing nothing but tall trees and brush. That was when a light caught her eyes. A very small light, but Inel knew it to be a fireball.... though she must admit the ball was EXTREMELY pathetic. She raised an eyebrow confused and then it happened. A small boned boy, probably a few years older than Inel's fifteen year old appearance, scurried out of the brush with a look of sheer horror on his face. His expression was so animated it made Inel feel scared-- and his entrance reminding her of a chicken running with it's head cut off. What got him making such a face? "Hey are you--?" she began to call but was cut short when she finally saw what exactly the boy was running from. Large as any bear with abnormally shaped muscles, the golden saber cat was practically prancing towards the boy. The cat was growling with his teeth bared angrily. Well, that certainly explained why the boy looked so shocked.

Inel's eyes immediately went to her bow, tossed aside on the sandy bank a few feet away from her then back to the boy and his pursuer. He had his back to her and was telling her to run, but his voice seemed to trail off. Inel tilted her head to the side, was he mental? The saber cat was like right in front of him and he was looking at.... what was he looking at so dreamily? Despite their life threatening situation, Inel found herself looking lamely behind her as if there were some busty tavern girl sitting there that she didn't notice before-- there wasn't. She looked back to him and suddenly realized that he was looking at HER that way. Inel blushed slightly and nervously put a hand to her hair. Geez, she probably looked like a drowned rat-- her appearance must be so out ridiculous that he lost his marbles.

Her eyes shifted to behind the boy, just as the saber cat leaped. Inel opened her mouth to scream in horror. WONDERFUL! This boy was going to die because HE had to look at her and get practically brain dead because she looked so ridiculous. She had to help him! Inel forced her skinny legs to run through the current, but as anyone could tell.... she was tiny and the water was more than she could handle. Not even 3 steps of running she found herself dunked back into the water, scraping her knee on a river rock. Inel gasped in pain and spit out water that found its way into her mouth. The only thing she could think was how Nocturnal could be so cruel right now? She was having HORRIBLE luck today. She regained her limbs and crawled-- quite clumsyly-- out of the water and ran for her bow. Not once did she look at the boy again, he just wanted to get her weapon ready so that she could help him. Inel held her bow up with an arrow ready and pointed it towards the saber cat, but the scene made her stop.

The saber cat and the dark skinned boy under it stood very still.... frozen in time. Inel lowered her bow, her heart pounding in her chest. Was the boy dead? Her eyes focused on the red that strained the water and suddenly, Inel felt very little. The boy had to be dead. There was no way. Inel's lips trembled slightly, her face burning red as the tears began to well up in her eyes. She couldn't help him. The tears were about to fall from her eyes when suddenly there was movement. Inel held her breath, getting her bow ready again but to her surprise the boy was the one that moved, shoving the cat off of him. Inel could see a glass dagger sticking out of the cat's neck and she gasped in surprise. Without even realizing it, she threw her bow aside and ran for the boy. Her legs gave out just as she reached him and she tripped over her feet, falling onto her knees with her arms around the boy. She was panting behind him, her face nestled against his shoulder, "Ohh, you're okay!" she cried with relief then pulled away and without any notice she punched him in the back, "You dummy! That thing isn't exactly a house cat you know!"

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Ezras ears continued ringing; his head started to throb now that the adrenalin started to sub-side, opening his eye he took in the beautiful scene once again--it almost seemed too peaceful. The crystal clear water even cleared itself, of that beasts impure blood. Ezra glanced at his accidental kill, it should have been him--yet again Ezra blamed himself for the loss of a life and wanted to trade places with those going to see Savanguard for themselves, even though this one was going to The Hunting Grounds. Feeling as if he had witnessed too much in his short life already; Deaths for no reason, innocent people being killed for what a few septim. Ezra had a bad habit of showing pity to those whom didn’t deserve it, or turned yellowbellied; then tried to stab him in the back--after Ezra allowed them to live. Mumbling under his breath "Stupid cat, why...."

Ezra started to lift himself off the ground but then suddenly felt a familiar pounce; yet its wasn't nearly as heavy to be a threat. It took Ezra by surprise; seemingly it didn't, it was like he wanted his life to be taken but his attacker--It was her. That girl he saw knee deep in the river-- her appearance is was almost cost him his life; well it would have it if it was anyone other normal person but Ezra’s body was trained for this type of survival. Falling back to Skyrim; away from his blissful daydream of this girl serving him the finest wine--of all things, Ezra was just about to proclaim his concern for her when he was cut off-- "Ohh, you're okay!"[/i] Her sweet little voice made his heart sink to the deepest parts of his chest and wither away; her sounds of death echoed in his head, if he hadn't put down the saber cat. Yet to Ezra’s surprise she--punched him in the back, for being ok? This show of relief was shocking to him; hurt the one who almost died what a great start to a recovery.


"Ouch, What was that for!?" Ezra turned to face her and he instantly became flushed with an array of mixed emotions, not being trained for such an encounter; with a girl at that--the only girls he faced only tried to drain his life or shoot an arrow though his skull. She-- was different he could see it in her eyes; they had a certain glow to them; as if it held the history of the world in them. Ezra unintentionally smiled at this young girl then shook his head turning his head to hide his smile-- he was actually embarrassed? He was one of the top five dawnguard members; highly trained in almost all fields of combat, ready to face the most fearsome of foes-- yet couldn’t face a what seemed to be fifteen year old goof ball of a girl.

Ezra sighed to himself at how pathetic he looked to her--Wait! She saw him running away from a fight, what a great first impression; today just couldn’t get any better for Ezra. Standing up holding the small gashes the saber cat left him to tend to, Ezra looked down at the girl almost unable to say anything; he was still trying to get over the fact she seemed familiar--The girl from his dreams, it had to be her now that Ezra had the time to actually look at her. "I know, I informed you what it was in the first place...” Looking over at the dead carcass he shrugged his shoulders deciding on his next meal; Saber cat meat it was, even though it was more tough when cooked it wasn’t just about to sit there and become a temptation for another encounter with a hungry beast.


"I'm going back to my camp down the river, I have supplies to cook it" Pointing to it with his thumb over his shoulder toward the saber cat, Ezra smirked some looking at her dripping wet still--she looked worse than he did. "I also have spare clothes...” Laughing to himself, Ezra turned around without notice and headed back to his campsite.

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There he was looking at her again!

Inel pursed her lips in a small and slightly irritated looking pucker. Why was he looking at her like that again? Despite her little scowl, Inel's cheeks were turning a soft red under her pale skin once again. She wasn't used to people looking at her like this. Something about the way he looked at her reminded her of Caius-- the vampire that changed her so many years ago. The only difference between these two boys was that Caius was an obsessive crazy person and this boy... he.... he looked at her like he was a blind man seeing an angel for the first time. Inel bit her lip slightly, her nerves twitching with her embarrassment. He was cute. She couldn't help but admire the way his eyes sparkled with fascination in almost everything he looked at. His face was so calm just now, reminding Inel of a painting her mother bought so long ago. It was of an orphan boy whose eyes reflected the world like he knew every mystery of life. She began to wonder suddenly of what he was thinking. Honestly, you can't just look at someone like that and not be thinking something extraordinary, right?

The boy flinched from her when she punched him, surprise clear on his face. Inel smirked at the animated shock. It was nice looking at his face, his emotions were clearer than the water that sat beside. Their eyes met for what seemed to Inel like forever. In that moment she became just as flustered as he seemed. She fidgeted slightly where she sat and looked away quickly as he asked her why she punched him. "I told you," she complained, "You're a dummy!" her brilliant green eyes met his bottomless brown ones, narrowed with some unknown determination, "You ought to do a quest for someone and get a follower or pay for a sell-sword. That beast almost had your hide for lunch, mate!" She crossed her arms then and looked away. When she didn't look at him, her pouty face was completely gone and if anything she looked fairly shy and embarrassed.

The boy retorted back to her by saying he already knew, and he was informing her of such but she didn't make a move to protecting herself. Inel turned her head so fast her wet hair fell over her face, making her look younger and fairly hopeless. She was about to throw a sharp comment at him but his attention was now on the dead saber cat, though her's fell on something else entirely. This boys clothes were odd, and she could of sworn she'd seen them before... where was it exactly? Oh it was so long ago, what was the point in remembering. Inel's eyes lingered over the dark armor and briefly how it clung so snugly to his body before her stomach erupted in an angry tantrum. She placed a hand on her abdomen and bit her lip shyly just as the boy explained he could cook at his camp.

FOOD!? Inel perked up immediately, resembling a small puppy. Her eyes were shining brightly with excitement over the hidden meaning of his words. He was offering her food! She flashed him a sweet and happy smile that faded quickly when he mentioned he also had a change of clothes. Inel's attention went down to her wet Thieves Guild armor and she blushed like crazy, "I'm not the best fisher okay?" she whimpered innocently then balled her hands into little fists, "I mean, I am a good fisher! I'm just not good at fishing! Er..." she paused, "Does that make-- Hey!" The boy was walking away from her. Inel got to her feet quickly and rushed after him, "I um," she blushed more and stammered pathetically, "My name is Inel, by the way. What's... um... yours?"

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"Look, I’m just having an off day, something distracted me..."

As Ezra walked away, he smiled to himself listening to her proclaim how she wasn’t the best of fishers-- that was obvious unless she meant something else. "I'm sure all of skyrim knows by now." laughing somewhat Ezra glanced back, something was still bothering him; maybe it was how much she actually looked like his nightmarish image haunting him from his youth. Ridding himself of the thought Ezra kept his mind set on the right goal; Food, His stomach seemed to agree as it imitated the saber cats’ roar-- if he didn’t know any better he would have got ready for another fight. Walking down the river bank Ezra saw his camp in the distance; his mind seemed to rewind time as he saw an afterimage movie of him and the saber cat from looking at the lay out of the forest.

Her drenched clothes made Ezra think she swam across the oceans of skyrim just to end up here to see his failure; knowing his luck she might just have done that come to find out. His attention was disturbed by this silk like sound caressing his ear--her voice was nice needless to say "My name is...Ezra, my elders call me something else. I might tell you if you're able to catch a fish using your hands" Smiling at the note how that was nearly impossible for her, unless she was just having an off day--like he was. She seemed oddly out of place wearing something like that, it looked exactly like the descriptions of the Thief’s guild outfits; Now his guard started to raise making sure to keep his distance-- Crap she hugged him earlier.

Becoming frantic Ezra checked his person to see if he stilled had his valuables, oddly enough she didn’t steal anything; if she had he'd have to uphold this girl--could he take her life if she fought back? That though almost cracked him to do it already and get it over with, looking at her Ezra’s vision slowly blurred-- only one thing was next. "Hey, Inel Where are you from?" trying to keep his mind away from certain thoughts to prevent something-- or someone from being hurt. Reaching the campsite, it looked just as he left it; empty yet for some reason full-- of Ezra’s provisions; his dawnguard anti-vampire equipment along with several books he picked up through his travels. Ezra grabbed a few cooking supplies and turned back to his--Friend, he actually was making a friend; it had been years since he considered someone to be on that status but for some reason she was making him drop his guard a lot.

Setting up the camp fire Ezra placed a steel pot above the fire and slowly fed it moss so the fire would be hot enough for him to cook meat in, Ezra was almost sure he'd be the one cooking due to her defense of being a good fisher. Ezra grabbed his spare clothes, handing them out to her. "Uh, here...They are kind of big...” trying not to make eye contact with her, this was surprisingly embarrassing to him. Stepping aside Ezra moved the cloth blocking the entrance to his tent for her to have a private place to change-- he did have his boyish thoughts but milder than what others would expect.

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Ezra....

She had heard that name somewhere before. For a long time, Inel fell silent with her thoughts. It was like little ghostly fingers gently probing her mind for the memory that was attached to this boy's name. She knew she heard it before... there was no mistaking the warm tugging that erupted in her chest as the moment he uttered the name. Inel was making faces, scrunched up thoughtful faces that probably appeared as though she might sneeze. Mentally she wasn't remembering much. Just short images of a campfire, hard domish looking tents, and a hand holding hers as she lay watching the stars. Ohhhhhh, why couldn't she remember? Inel frowned, exhaling a long sigh in defeat. When you lived for as long as Inel did you tend to get a tad forgetful... especially when you were forgetful BEFORE you were a vampire. Now, it was like Inel had a severe memory condition. She looked up to find Ezra looking over his shoulder at her. She perked up immediately, her mind subconsciously remembering what he said after giving her his name.

"Interesting," she smiled innocently, a rather childish toothy grin that screamed mischief, "I propose we bet on that when we finishing eating the kitty."

And it would be a bet she planned on winning. To be honest she was quite interested to learn Ezra's birth name. She continued to follow him in an entertaining way-- well.... at least it was to her. Sometimes when he wasn't looking she would make faces at him, hoping he'd catch her. Sometimes she would dance awkwardly and nearly fall on her face but he never looked back. It seemed he was preoccupied by some thought or another. Inel actually caught him patting himself as if he lost something. This little gesture made her giggle quietly-- he noticed her armor and was making sure he hadn't taken anything from him. Oh no, no she wasn't planning on that. It's no fun pick pocketing someone in just an open area with no one around. What was the fun in only being caught by the person who's pockets you're fishing? Answer, there was none.

Another moment of silence fell on the two young people as they walked together. Inel sighed softly once more, taking in the beautiful surroundings. After a while, she decided she didn't want to be behind him anymore. She skipped merrily to his side and smiled sweetly to him. At this moment he asked her a question-- a question that made her lose balance. She stumbled on her own toes a moment before catching herself by placing a hand on his shoulder. Her cheeks flushed a bright pink and she looked down, a bit hesitant to answer. "V.... Valenwood." she said softly, "I'm from Valenwood."

Inel bit her lip slightly and turned her attention to the camp site that was appearing in the short distance. "Couldn't you tell by the pointy ears?" she asked him, pulling her semi-dry hair over one shoulder and behind her long elven ears. She flashed her sweet dimpled smile as she pulled at the point of her ears. The two then carried on and approached the camp. Ezra went straight to the fading fire and added some moss to kindle the flame. Inel busied herself with looking over Ezra's things. Normally she did this to see what she could steal but in this case she was very fascinated with the things he surrounded himself with. Odd little things, but also very few things. The armor she saw laying about rendered her a bit confused. She couldn't place the faction but something inside her made her scared.

Before she could say anything Ezra was standing in front of her with a bundle of dark colored clothing. Inel looked at the boys face curiously, wondering why he wasn't looking at her now. Before he couldn't STOP looking at her. His actions suddenly made her feel insecure and shy. She took the clothes from him, eying the network of thread and mentally noticing how soft the fabric was on her skin. When she looked up again, Ezra was standing by his tent holding the cloth open as if inviting her inside. She found herself blushing like crazy again, vaguely remembering Hilda from Valenwood and her strange smirk when she brought men to her home. Inel was still thinking of Hilda's light hand gently stroking a man's lower back when she heard Ezra shuffle slightly. She bit her lip and hurried into the tent.

The tent was a warm tone of colors, mostly because of the sun little the hide a certian way. Inel set Ezra's clothes on the cot and looked behind her shyly towards the opening. Ezra was gone and the cloth was closed. She sighed slightly and looked down at her wet armor. She didn't knew why but for some reason something inside her wished he was still there, peeking. The thought was a strange one, but she couldn't help her tiny fantasies from forming as she stripped herself of her armor. Inel held her naked body a moment and glanced around the tent. Her skin was still fairly wet and she didn't want to ruin Ezra's kindness by getting ANOTHER set of clothes wet. To no avail, she couldn't find anything to dry off in so she just pulled Ezra's over sized clothes on and forced herself to walk outside before she considered if she "looked alright for male company" as Hilda would often say when she left the tavern.

Ezra's clothes looked ridiculous on her. Inel was a small girl and her thieves guild armor disguised that. In Ezra's clothes, she looked childish and repetitively naked. She only wore the large shirt, covering her tiny body as low as about halfway down her thighs like a chiefs apron. She wrapped her arms around herself, and bit her lip nervously with her mind on what he could possibly be thinking of her coming out with no pants on. Before he could say anything about it, Inel held her hands up in a gesture of blocking an attack with her hands open. She looked even younger doing it. "Your pants kept falling off of me," she confessed, "Once my clothes dry I'll change, promise." Inel awkwardly rubbed at her leg with her foot, failing to hide the pale little nicks of scars that glittered her skin there.

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"Then it's a Bet"

Ezra smirked then fell silent "Rule one trust no one" echoed in his mind as his illusion of happiness faded, israns teachings had a way of somehow prying his mind as he was having what seemed as a good time; but it was always right, he then noticed her connection to the guild at that moment-- if it wasn't for his mind subconsciously telling him what to do Ezra would be more vulnerable than he already was. Breaking the silence and his paranoia Ezra asked where she was from--He never encountered a wood elf that looked like her, she didn't seem the least bit like the other elves but not it was brought to his attention her eyes did seem little off. Not to mention her ears poking out of her hair now, everything was more noticeable now that he knew her origin.

"I didn't notice them before, I was being chased by a Saber cat remember." Ezra shot a small smile toward her, this piece of mind was almost addicting to him; being care free for once and not constantly on his toes waiting for the next attack or attacking his own prey along the trails. Looking at the fire his mind started to get lost, the only thing snapping him back to reality was the dripping of her clothes--So he gave her his spare ones.

As Inel was changing Ezra made his way back to the saber cat, looking down at his kill he shrugged and grabbed the beast by the mouth struggling at first but soon enough having a steady pace of dragging the dead carcass back to camp. "Should have just cut it into pieces" Ezra’s voice told all too well how tired he was from hauling this oversized hide armor was. "With great strength comes" "Hard work, yeah yeah I know" Ezra spoke out loud as if mocking isran would make his job any less difficult.

Finally making it back in one piece Ezra had his back to the camp as he pulled once more; exhausted he laid on the ground looking up at the sky. "Daydreaming is for the undead, now strike me" Shaking his head Ezra sighed unable to rid himself of these unnecessary flashbacks; furthermore why now did they start up again.

Propping himself up on his elbows he heard the cloth to the tent flap, without a second thought he looked back to see her standing there; in almost nothing he wasn't expecting to see her the way she was-- Half naked and wet! It just didn't make sense he gave her the necessary clothes to be fully clothed but why was she pants less, of all things-- it’s not like her being topless was any better or anything it’s just how did she even manage to think this was ok, A boy and girl in the woods, alone-- and Half Naked!

Ezra’s jaw couldn’t have fell to oblivion any faster, from his angle he saw more than his fair share of inel--more than he could have imagined in such little time. "Uhh...” Ezra’s mind hadn't caught up to the situation just yet and he was still staring at the exposed undergarments just beneath the brim of the shirt, her thighs still glazed with specks of water sparkling from the fires embers dancing behind them. Her voice seemed to trail off as Ezra’s eyes explored the ever burned memory in his head, she looked so soft but there were scars-- "Ezra! Get you head out of the clouds boy!" shaking his head and closing his eyes shut. Ezra turned his back to her "I-I didn't see anything. I’m sorry I thought I gave you pants, I didn't mean anything by it...no i mean i didn't not mean to give you pants...i uhh" He shut his mouth before saying something he'd regret.

Recalling what she said he sighed "Oh ok...well I'm sorry they didnt fit" Instantly getting up he moved over to the saber cats body, pulling out his glass dagger he started to skin a section of the cats hide; his mind kept flashing to the image of her standing there, something struck him in the chest-- it felt like a arrow. Yet looking over his body nothing was there, what was this feeling; was he sick? Possibly catching rock joint or Wit bane, of course it had to be. Looking down at the disease host he kicked the lifeless body mumbling under his breath.

Keeping his eyes from traveling Ezra tried keeping himself busy "So inel, why are you way out here? In skyrim?" He knew it wasn't his place to ask someone why they made their way to a different location, Ezra knew too well what that feeling felt like--it was either ask a dumb question or look at her again, either one meant death if not done right.