Raavi Kinair/ Khajiit/ Nightingale/ Mood: *Soft, internal screeching*/ Female/ 22/ Tags; Conavin
Raavi couldn't help feeling upset when Conavin set her down, sighing softly to herself. She wouldn't disagree with the man buying her medicine, since he seemed very set in his ways. It wasn't worth the argument. Raavi used her claws to grapple on the wood, trying to regain her balance. She limped into the general goods store, looking at everything intently. The shop owner, Bersi, would probably know what she needed. However, Raavi didn't want to chance falling down on her face, and kept to the walls and shelves; wondering if she could find the potion on her own.
Slick/ Brenton/ Thief/ Mood: Happy/ Male/ 19/ Tags; Runa.
Slick chuckled at Runa's words,
"A very unique name, I know. My parents knew what they were doing." Slick boasted, his chest physically puffing out a little with pride. When Runa sat by him, he actually became very excited and giddy. Only Raavi had sat next to him like this, but they were only friends. The Sky Khajitt was the very first lady who was a potential date who actually seemed to like his compliments and talk to him more. It was such a joyful feeling in his chest, and he knew then that he really was the master of flirting.
"Don't worry, I'll keep my hands to myself." he promised, actually sincere. Slick didn't want to ruin this moment in any way, so he would do just as Runa wanted him to.
Malamar the Sharper/ Redguard/ Assassin/ Mood: Relating/ Male/ 27/ Tags; Dar'Zarina
Malamar nodded to Dar'Zarina words, noting that she seemed to be very upset. How long had she held these emotions in? It seemed like a long time, seeing how she had reacted before meeting him and now. He found himself wanting to talk just a
little more, which was a rare thing for him. Again, it was most likely because the Khajiit was much like his sister.
"My parents were just so... he paused, not knowing how to describe his family. There was so many words he could use, yet he didn't want to go on and on about them. To him, conversations should be short and straight to the point. Or at least, his side needed to be. Dar'Zarina could talk for hours, for all he cared.
"Plain." he stated, slitting his light blue eyes and thinking over what to say next.
"Once my-" he suddenly stopped talking, not wanting to bring up his sister. It was much too painful, and he didn't want to get emotional. That would unprofessional and way too dramatic.
"When something very bad happened to me, they didn't reach out. All they did was small talk, and they never really checked in on me or sincerely ask if I was okay. It was almost like I didn't have parents at all." Malamar straightened his posture, surprised that he had been talking so much. Was he actually...enjoying a conversation? Wasn't that impossible for him nowadays?
"The Brotherhood is family, now. While they commit in the same faults that my parents did, at least they like killing." He shrugged in a uncaring manner, his gaze trailing off into the distance.