It was a cold night. The first night I'd spent so far from home. In my hurry to leave the place that had seen me growing, the place that had rippen away all glimpse of hopes born in my hearth, I walked straight for two days without sleeping. I was exhausted. Dishearthened. Cold. And .... terribly hungry.
In the distance I saw this fire, shinning in the dark like the first star in the sky. A delicious smell of cooked meat and cheeze teased my nostrils.. I approached enough to notice a Kajiit attending the fire mumbling a foreign song between his mustachs.
Another day, I'd have passed my way. I'd have sheet myself in my pride, and walk further until I'd have find a more suitable company. But not that night. I felt my soul so shattered than the view of this happy face preparing his supper almost pulled me a tear. I approached. The smell of whatever this creature was preparing seemed divine to me. The Kajiit noticed me and stand imobile, probably deciding if I was a friend or an ennemy. My agonising stomach broke the silence with a loud and painful sound. That was enough to make up the mind of the Kajiit, who welcomed me.
I didn't talk much. The Kajiit was making the discussion for both of us. The time to empty the cooking pot, I knew everything about his distaste of great cities, his admiration for altmer blacksmithing, how moonsugar transform the most boring stew in a delicacy, to the pleasure of walking on a summer day under the shadow of the trees and how to seduce a cat lady with a single blink of eye. As I was barely nodding or commenting his discussion, he ended his monologue and asked me:
- And you, elf, were are you going?
- Me? I...I don't know... Somewhere?
I didn't know where I wanted to go. I didn't know what I'd do. My future was something I'd even not want to think about. All that mattered at that point was to get as far as I could from the house where I was born. Everything else had no importance.
I had to swallow my tears. I'd not want to break down in front of someone, a stranger, a meer Kajiit. I could have been someone, the pride of my ancestors, the jewel of my family. But I only succeeded to cover myself in shame. And I ended there, pitifully starving on a road, the clothes covered in mud, sharing a stew too sweet with a cat man. I suddendly felt absolutely worthless.
- Somweyr? Repeated my host with his strong foreign accent. That must be a nice place. I come from Elsweyr.
He stopped on me with a malicious glance. Was he joking? Was he serious? Those simple words, were like magic. Life didn't seemed so miserable. I suddendly felt courageous, and determined to continue my way. It didn't mattered where I was going. What mattered is what I'd do about the journey.
The journey to my new home ...Somweyr,
- Jun 15, 2013 5:00:56 PM