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Hearth and Home (3/3) - f!DB/Mjoll and others

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Ki'shaal often found that people would ask her for little favors, wherever she went. When she first arrived at Skyrim she found this peculiar behavior unsettling, and would keep away from towns and cities, restricting herself as much as possible to the wilderness, where she could gather her alchemy ingredients. This was well enough for a while. It was the Black-Briar girl, curiously enough, who changed her mind on the matter.

Were it not for Ingun's grateful acceptance of a few odd stalks and leaves, she never would have endeavored to approach the citizens in the Riften marketplace and hear their troubles. She never would have listened to Mjoll's story about her fateful journey to Mzinchaleft, and retraced her steps to recover her lost sword. For that, Ki'shaal was more than grateful. She was proud of her work in Riften, and glad to make it her home. When it came to raising a family, though, she wanted to keep her children far, far away from the Guild, the Black-Briars, and all they represented.

Heljarchen was cold, it was true. To her khajiit sensibilities, though, the main difference between it and Lake Honrich was not so great, and Heljarchen was filled with fluffy white snow. Before coming to Skyrim she'd never seen snow anything like it, only hail and sleet and the wet, clumping snow that fell in certain parts of High Rock, where she'd spent many winters previous. The nearby giant encampment had worried her for a time, but if a household with three seasoned warriors living in it couldn't fend off one giant, who could?

These were some of her thoughts as she walked the eastern approach to the homestead, leading her horse by the rein behind her. Business had kept her home for several days and nights, which was longer than she'd expected and hoped. Not that she didn't trust Gregor and Uthgerd to keep everything in fine order, but she had sent an orphan child to live alone in a house full of strangers. She was eager to make certain he was properly settled.

The house had barely come into sight in the distance when she heard an ear-splitting yelp and a small, dense mass hit her around the midsection, nearly toppling her to the ground.

"Ma!"

Ki turned her head, still struggling with the vise grip around her waist, and saw Erith running to catch up on stubby legs with her dog following, barking madly. The girl stopped just short of collision while the dog flopped at her feet, his tongue lolling. Ki'shaal reached over and patted her wind-roughened hair. The boy gripping her waist loosened his hold, still shaking. Both Ki and Erith politely pretended not to notice.

"Are you ready to go back up to the house?" she murmured in his ear. "It will be getting dark soon, and mother is very cold."

He nodded, his face still pressed tightly against her. With one final sniff he let go and, hesitantly, held his hand out to her.

Ki'shaal took his hand and nodded at Erith.

Alesan got the message and held his other hand out to his new sister.

"You have quite the family, Dragonborn," remarked Erandur mildly.

She laughed. "This one will reserve his judgment until after meeting Ki'shaal's wife, hopefully."

"Gladly," said the priest.