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The sun is gradually dipping down behind the rim of the Hidden Valley. The day has been prosperous for the vegetation and clothes hung out to dry to get some heat from the great star above Nirn.

At the end of the unkept row of yurts, facing south-east, Favova stepped out of her personal and small yurt stretching out her long arms to enjoy the generous but limited heat. Her long, slate grey arms were adorned in bangles of bent copper and silver, catching the sunlight as they glinted brightly. The beautifully weathered Dunmer wore sleeveless robes of creamy beige with faded coral thread mimicking upside-down triangles, aligned in a horizontal design on her long skirts; they were fastened by a brown leather belt, showing off her slim waist. A copper circlet embellished with cuts of precious onyx adorn her head of sleek, ivory white hair tamed in a loose pleat.

She serves her purpose as the Urshilaku's Wisewoman, given to her since the tribe of fellow Ashlanders were in need of one. Favova and her sister, alchemist and wife to the Ashkhan Breynis, left their own tribe of the Zainub to move on from the wretched life conditions they were forced to live in. Favova was chosen and trained under the Zainub's Wisewoman, making the woman more eligible to take on the duty of morally guiding her tribespeople.

She has served her role to her new tribespeople well.

The Dunmer moved towards her line, strung up between a burnt tree and the wooden pole of her yurt, decked with various cuts of dried and seasoned venison and ash hopper meat. She unclipped each piece, placing the cuts in a woven basket to have as rations when future ash storms hit her and her tribe. It was not until she halted in her task something flashed across the ash plains in front of her. Critical, slanted ruby eyes turned to see two humanoid figures, approaching the settlement of the Urshilaku. She raised her hand above her eyes, shielding off the worst of the sun, to identify the growing figures.

Favova's eyes widened, recognising the war-painted, chitin armoured figure as her nephew, Zairan; especially with his vibrant orange crest of hair, ruffled slightly by the breeze. However, she could not identify the figure wearing hooded robes of lilac. She felt a tug of worry at her consciousness. The Wisewoman placed her basket behind the flap of her yurt, walking towards the huntsman and the unfamiliar, petite person.

Zairan stood still, spotting a member of his tribe approaching him and his slave. He recognised the determined gait and slight swaying of arms as his aunt. B'vek! He remembered that he was supposed to get some alchemy ingredients for her! The Ashlander knew that he will get a clout to his head for prolonging his return. The huntsman straightens himself from his moment of panic, looking sideways at his confused and worried Manmer. He then continues, tugging on his slave's binds to follow.

Marelle apprehension has tenfold once she caught sight of a female Dunmer, striding towards them in a brisk pace. It was made worse when her captor stood frigid before her, fright flashing in his intimidating features. She showed reluctance in following him, to meet another Ashlander who clearly intimidates the fearsome Dunmer, only to obey after he gave her a heated look of warning. The Breton bowed her head, following her master. The scholar peeked underneath the furred brim of her mage's hood, seeing the tall and lithe of a Dunmer woman with a stoic, weathered grey face as she shot a questioning glare between Marelle's captor and herself.

To any god that's merciful, please take me now, was a thought crosses both the minds of Marelle and Zairan as they came face-to-face with the irked-looking Wisewoman.

Sorry about the annoying grammar mistakes guys; got too carried away with my excitement in posting this. ^^;

I was so excited to read this, I didn't even notice any grammar mistakes! :D

oh i wonder what will happen now?? :D

Oooooh! Is Favova a hardass? Does she love her nephew? WILL SHE UNDERSTAND?!!? XD Y U always leave off on massive cliffhangers?! Shame on Zairan for forgetting the alchemy ingredients. He deserves a smack! :D

Poor Marelle... I hope the wisewoman is at least fair to her, if not kind. She needs a friend/ally.

Ohmahgahd, A!A, please update soon. I can't stand the tension!

PS: I'll get the next couple of parts of You Owe Me up by tomorrow afternoon -- no worries. ;)

<3 OP

I know... I'm positively evil that way mwahahaha! >:D
She is quite a bit of a hard ass but who loves Zairan in a tough love sort of way. Let's just say she also shows nonchalant excuses to look out for Marelle; just to ease your suffering and apologise for the clumsy cliffhanger.

Don't worry, I'll try to update it either this weekend or the next. I'm sorry for being late in my reply; start of exams next week you see. As I said before, I won't leave you or the other supportive people hanging, dearest OP! ^^

PS - Oh thank you, OP/Mia!Anon!!! *bear hugs*

Sincerely, Ash!Anon~

Ahh I can't wait to see what happens next! O: I hope she's the angry "WHY WERE YOU EVER BORN BOY IF YOU CAN'T EVEN BRING US ANYTHING USEFUL OTHER THAN DAT BITCH?!!"-type. xD

F5ing over here. I'm having my final exams too so this fill makes my weekends only better. <3

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I hope she is nice but in a bossy sort of way. Zairan needs soeone to put him in check XD Loving it.

Hi guys, sorry about being inactive with my updates.

I've got a blizzard of class tests and revision for my upcoming exams; just done my first one yesterday, which went better than what I've expected.

I promise you all that I will get back to this ASAP after my exams are done and dusted.

I wish for all the best for those of you who also have advancing exams.

Speak to you all soon~

Ashlander Anon

In my case my French exam which was feared by everyone turned out to be one of the easiest ones we've ever written, so yeah. Wishing all students out there similar fortune. xD

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No updates anymore on weekends? D: ;;

... Is it sad that I'm checking in here each day?

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No, it isn't.

I'm very flattered that you're still following my story. I promise, once my exams are over, I'll get back to this. ;-)

Estimated timeframe plz? I'll mark it on my calendar. cx

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SOON. x3

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"ZAIRAN! Ku'ay gher Oblivion hari ohn maz!"*

Keep your head down. Whatever you do, keep your head down.

Marelle sternly advised herself, staring at the feet of her captor and the hide booted feet of the female Dunmer. The rasping, deep voice sliced through the thicket of silence overhanging the uncomfortable duo. The Breton knew it was the Dunmer woman's, talking to her captor in a stern, harsh tone; despite not understanding a single word of Dunmeri, the scholar was bewildered that the Dunmer was chastising her fellow Ashlander. Must be his mother or elder sister.

The Breton was startled by the sharp sound of the Dunmer cracking the back of her hand across Marelle's captor's face. It was a mistake to look up as more and more Ashlanders were coming over, attracted to the commotion of the hysterical Wisewoman's fiery outlasting at the huntsman.

The scholar snapped her head down, displaying fearful submission, as her hands twisted and rung the front of her dusty robes, the knuckles turning whiter than before.

This was terrible.

Although she did expected to gain masses of attention from her captor's people but this was a hundred times worse than what she envisioned her introduction to the tribe. Although the irate Ashlander woman was still busy reprimanding the Breton's master, she just loathed the waiting and knowing she will be placed under that woman's scornful gaze.

Marelle's ear twitched, picking up the change of the Dunmer's tone. She was now questioning about the petite female, solemnly standing a little behind the huntsman. Oh gods.

Long, bony and cool gloved fingers grasped hold of Marelle's jaw, abruptly tilting her face up to the scrutinising blood eyes of the ivory haired Dunmer.

The Breton held her breath. Her heart races. She feels the need to spill out her tears from the constricting fear seizing her soul, threatening to squeeze the life out of the terrified young scholar.

The Dunmer turned her face, studying the foreign fair complexion and youthful age of the human, unintentionally forcing the petrified human to see the many hatchet faces of anticipating Ashlanders.

There were mer and womer alike, some wearing casual Dunmer clothing whereas others were suited up in chitin armour. Most of them wore grey masks of fascination, interest and excitement at the prospect of a new servant to provide convenience to the community. Whereas some bore looks of distrust, scepticism and measured hatred towards the filthy Outlander who could backstab them in some spiteful way in retaliation of not accepting its place; it'll bring trouble to the well-established tribe, that's for sure.

The knot of dread tightens ever more within the Breton's stomach, bile threatening to erupt and shoot out of her mouth but the braving Breton kept swallowing the bitter acid back, not wishing to provoke their anger; especially of the highly fearsome Dunmer currently studying her.

At last, her tensed jaw was released from the Dunmer's steel claw. However, Marelle was still made to look in the womer's somber face. The scholar was captured by the burning red orbs, pinning the young woman in place.

"What are you called?" The Dunmer plainly inquired her. It took a few moments for Marelle to reel back from her shock of the Dunmer speaking Common to her, along with her stubbornness to surrender her name.

The fearsome Dunmer nodded her approval, expression impassive, as she turns to the Breton's captor and the few other Dunmer that stepped forward.

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* "ZAIRAN! Where in Oblivion have you been?!"
I made up some Dunmer words since I couldn't find any, especially for Oblivion. ^^;
Oh look, another but miniature cliffhanger. I just wanted to post this up early to show my gratitude to all of you who have been and are still following this story. Thank you~

Omg, you're back! :D YAY! I have also had exams lately and they've been hardcore... that being said, I am also a little late on getting my fill completed, but I have not abandoned it.

I can't wait for the next update, but take your time and do well on your tests.

Hahahahaha, I laughed so hard when she smacked Zairan. He had it coming, I'm afraid, I just hope he won't take it out on Marelle as she had nothing to do with it. The wisewoman can speak Common, can she? This will make things a little easier for Marelle, I think... as far as communication goes. Does Zairan have his own yurt? Or is it a communal one?

Thanks for updating! I wonder how the other Dunmer will treat poor Marelle now? She needs to catch a break. She's had a rough time of it lately. ;)

Good to hear from you again, OP! :-D
Dawww thanks, I hope your exams went smoothly as well; btw that's me done for my year, now I've got this month and the next to write and write fills!!! ^^
That's great to hear! For a while I thought you might have been diagnosed with Writer's Block Syndrome, nonetheless I'm glad it hadn't been abandoned. :-)

I'm glad you found that funny with Favova smacking Zairan, I'd thought that'd rise amusement from you. Aye, she's one of the very few who do from the Urshilaku; I'll put in an explanation why later on. Ooh, I'm afraid I can't kiss and tell much OP, I gotta keep you and the others in the suspense Marelle's going through. I apologise for being so cruel! XD

Aww, thank you for giving sympathy to Marelle; poor girl needs it after what she's been through nearly for a whole day! I'll see what I can do to ease her suffering, don't you worry. ;-)

You're very welcome and I'll try to update as often as I can! :-)
I'll be looking forward also to more of your tasty fill on Nellie and your wonderful Mia.

This is fantastic.

Thank you!~ ^^

Pfft, he deserved it. Go granny elf!

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Need. Moar.

AND LESS CLIFFHANGERS. D8

The brave mers that approached were intriguing out of the nondescript Elven audience.

There were three males, two obviously younger than the seasoned Dunmer who wore a fur rope with chitin shoulder guards. He must be the tribe's leader, if his crown of moulded copper was anything to go by, crafted in a braid style with visible holes where porcelain feathers of some bird species were stuck in. His weathered face held interest but retained a quality of solemness in this unexpected turn of affairs.

The two other males, despite the characteristic web-linings below their eyes, were both clearly young elves as well. One was tall and lanky, sharing the same body structure as Zairan, draped in blue mage robes with a golden Tribunal hand printed on the front of his chest. His long, umber hair is held back by a twisted knot, holding the top layer while the rest flows freely down his back.

The other male was the complete opposite. He was very a broad shouldered mer with thick cords of muscle bulging under his dark grey flesh, donned in a sleeveless, copper hauberk. Only the top layer of the Dunmer's tawny amber hair was spared from being shaved, scraped and held by a stout ponytail at the back of his blocky skull. His face is decorated in fingerprints of white paint, doting along the top of his prominent brow, strengthening the emphasis of his near permanent scowl his face is set in.

There was another Dunmer approaching; one that was a beryl blue female. She wore similar robes to the lanky, young male but had the restoration symbol of a golden, flaming phoenix stitched into the powder blue triangle of the front of her attire. A thick, platinum blonde tendril hovers over a wine-red eye, her face matured more gracefully than that of the hysteric Dunmer woman before. She approached then stood by the side of the elder, possible tribe chief, speaking to him in a soft, rasping tone - most likely questioning about the Breton.

The ivory haired Dunmer female turns to the four fellow tribespeople, beckoning Marelle's captor to her side, possibly explaining the situation of the appearance of the Manmer and Zairan's intention of keeping her.

The young scholar peeped another glance to the other Ashlanders, her breath caught in her throat as her eyes met those of a Redguard woman.

The other servant to the Ashlanders appeared to have went to Oblivion and back. Her face is hallow and drawn, her dreary dark eyes were red and sunken deep in their sockets. She wore filthy rags that barely give her protection from the climates of the land; they were as worn down and pitifully thin as the fellow human. Her brown skin was caked with patches of dried dirt and grey ash, almost successful in hiding the healing bruises and whip scars.

The Redguard was a frightening representation of the Ashlanders' treatment towards their slaves.

The petrified Breton continued to stare at her sister slave, even as she was being led away, watching as she looks to the young scholar with sympathy shimmering briefly in her solemn gaze.

Well, at least Marelle will not be alone in her enslavement.

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So sorry about the late update guys! I was suffering a bit from Writer's Block and been working so hard at work. ^^;
If you any of you guys guess who the Redguard is, first of you will get a reward~

I always get excited when I see a new part is up.

Is she Niyya?

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