-Titania- A Khajiit at your door.

[K'elevas the Potent .]

Normality was something that few people would ever ascribe to a mage; the common discerning element of most Nords in Skyrim was that magic was an untrustworthy source of power. Cold steel and strength was all that should be worshiped; however, few of Nords would dare think themselves mighty enough to stand toe to toe with a learned mage by themselves. Yet, even in the passages of time and the magicka that could be used to alleviate some of the hardships, there were moments of peace; moments were the world just seemed to find itself standing still. It was on one particular morning, a morning where classes had been put off as many of the professors were busy researching something that they described as being of ‘The Utmost Importance’. Just another one of the little secrets that they kept from students; granted, a majority of them didn’t care, the freedom to do as they pleased for a day or two was the most pressing of matters.

There was serenity for the afternoon as a multitude of students rushed down towards the town below; discarding their robes to better fit in with the towns folk and to avoid the creeping suspicions and distrust associated with the school. The older students heading off for the pubs and bars, ready to drink themselves into a stupor on the honey-mead and various forms of liquor that they could get their hands on; meanwhile, the younger students rushed down to find sweet-rolls and other treats that were denied to them here. K’elevas only smirked as he found the building devoid of the idle chatter that his feline ears often picked up on; now only the occasional cough or sniffle would ring through the rooms. It was bliss, the silence giving him some time to contemplate the various forms of magic that there were.

Leaning against a wall, a few tufts of K’elevas’s white fur from the tuxedo-lay out of his coloration poked up from the neck of his robe; his clawed fingers carefully picking through a study-guide for destruction that had been provided to him by a professor, on loan of course. Yawning, K’elevas’s eyes wandered across the stonework in front of him, the layout of the main courtyard intriguing him for a moment. Unlike most days, the snow wasn’t falling in heaps around everyone, rather the sun could actually be seen and the plants seemed to be oddly radiant. The young Khajiit would only smirk at the appearance of the region before noticing the giant beam of bright blue light directly in front of him. It was oddly calming to him, it was so unnatural, but it was a constant in Winterhold and that alone was enough to make him feel some small shreds of hope each and every time he looked upon it.

Sitting down with his knees brought up, K’elevas would reach into his pocket carefully pulling out a dinner roll and chewing on it slowly. Behind the peaceful appearance of his features, a cunning little plan was forming, something was amiss if all the professors were running off to discuss whatever event was taking place; then that meant that most of the treasures were unguarded. On the other hand, the thieves’ guild hadn’t contacted him for anything, making it stupid to endanger his right to study here by stealing something that would definitely be missed. Chomping down on the last bit of roll, he swallowed and found himself oddly bored; the serenity of the moment, the lush trees and calming aura of the now radiant snow; it was lost on him.

K’elevas had seen much in his life, had seen many sights like this. Admittedly, each and every time, he had to pause for a brief moment of admiration; however, the time between these moments diminished with each viewing. Typically it only lasted a few seconds now before his mind wandered off to something else; his child-like amazement was now reserved for that which he had rarely seen, generally the ocean that the college overlooked. Seeing that much water in one place stunned K’elevas every time he observed it; just as looking upon the spiraling formation of rock that the college was built upon did. Yet, he was viewing neither of those things today. Dusting his hands as he arose from his moment of seated contemplation, the Khajiit wandered through the Hall of Attainment; his steps falling quietly on the pads of his feet.

K’elevas old training was ingrained deeply into his mind; he subconsciously walked without making a sound and leaving no trail behind him. Every time he so much as felt his foot sink into the snow, a mental chastise ringing through his skull; a sort of kick to remind him to keep up the skill. Eventually passing through the hardwood door that had been studded for extra protection; the khajiit wandered through the domed room, one hand trailing over the stone basin where another blue-beam was shining in all its glory. Walking the complete circle, K’elevas would eventually find himself at Titania’s door; his hand passing over the hard wood pausing. Subconsciously, he was screaming at himself, a thief never knocked on a door; that was little more than a death-wish, however, he was not a thief in this moment. Swallowing, he still found himself hesitating before finally, K’elevas’s hand clopped against the wood.

[ELANOR .]

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[atrb=border,0,true] WINGARD WITH K'ALEVAS 785 OUTFIT (MINUS CIRCLET) swinging from the castles - awolnation hope this is okay!

[atrb=border,0,true] being a native of winterhold, you'd have thought titania would have been used to the frigid weather. but whether she'd grown used to the rather balmy weather of whiterun, or had forgotten how cold winterhold could get, nothing could have prepared her for the blustery wind and icy that buffeted her upon entering the town. her first stop was to her father's home. he'd been surprised to see his daughter, even more surprised that she'd traveled up to winterhold with only one of the jarl's household guards. titania knew her father's concern was well founded. with the war, and now sightings of dragons becoming commonplace, traveling such long distances was very dangerous. even after titania had insisted they'd met no trouble on the road, her father seemed to feel as if she shouldn't have come at all. but that wasn't true at all. after the initial concern, her father's anger slowly melted away, turning him into the happy man titania knew. his smile was still bright as ever, but titania couldn't help but feel a little sad. her father was old, far older than the last time she saw him, and she felt sorry that she hadn't been there to take care of him. her brother still lived with her father, but the work he did with the jarl of winterhold often meant he was away for long periods of time. titania wondered if her father ever got lonely when he was left alone. but it seemed the wrong time to ask. more than anything, titania wished her mother were here to grow old with her father. oh, how she missed her.. her next stop was the college. she'd been a student there some years ago, and although sometimes titania wished she had stayed to become a fully fledged mage, titania knew it wasn't to be. she was a handmaiden, and her duty was in whiterun. and her duty was the very reason she had returned. with the war and dragons wreaking havoc across the province, titania wanted to help in anyway she could. she was no soldier, but she did have quite a large reservoir at magic at her command. the school of restoration had always been one of her greatest strengths, but she had left the college before she could truly master it. the purpose of returning now was to appeal to the arch mage to allow her to take some books back to whiterun to continue her studies, and therefore, be able to help her adopted city defend itself. unfortunately, however, when titania made the journey across to the college, the arch mage was unable to see her. one of the other senior mages was able to show her to the quarters set aside for the breton girl, since staying in her father's small house was impossible. willing to wait as long as it took to see the arch mage, titania took her time to find a couple of books from the college's library and retired to her room to read until the arch mage was prepared to meet with her. but the wind seemed to be getting into the small room. titania had lit lamps in an attempt to warm the room up, however, the cold persisted. she hadn't even removed her fur cloak in fear that it would be too cold. nevertheless, she quickly lost herself in one of the dusty old tomes. it was an old book, written by an old master almost a hundred years ago, but it was remarkably well preserved. titania had no trouble following the writings of the master, learning his theories. it would definitely be one of the ones she requested to take home with her, but the question was, would the arch mage let her? whilst trying to think of ways to convince him it was for the best, titania heard a knock on her door. at first she thought she was imagining it, because she was sure no one would have cause to visit her room. but then she realized it might be her guard. she knew nords were wary of magic at best, and supposed he might be a little unsettled by the amount of magic in the college. heaving a sigh, titania got to her feet, placed the book down carefully, and crossed over to the door. upon opening it, titania was very surprised to find an unfamiliar khajiit standing outside. a confused expression appeared on titania's features for a moment, before settling into a smile. she didn't know this khajiit, at least she though she didn't, but that didn't give her reason to be unfriendly. "oh, hello." she greeted warmly, still holding onto the door. "can i help you?"

THEY'RE SWINGING FROM THE CASTLES

[K'elevas the Potent .]

Funny things tended to happen whenever K’elevas was around people too long, funny as in odd and sometimes disturbing; not simply funny as in something that could make someone laugh. The Khajiit in his few years in Winterhold had become a legendary prankster amongst the students and a constant headache for the staff; while brilliant in most of his studies, the orange-furred male as very fond of jokes and tricks. This wouldn’t be a problem, if his pranks didn’t happen to often have very negative results on those that he pulled them upon; standing before Titania now, K’elevas’s eyes dilated slowly started to regard every nook and cranny of the Breton’s body in the subtlest ways imaginable.

His eye passed without a flick of his eyes, nor motion of his head, to the untrained eye it was as if he had never broken eye contact. Instead, he offered his hand in one fluid motion, stretching out the bare flesh of his hands underside, while the fur on the top hands remained hidden by the angle of entry. Smiling the way that all Khajiit do, K’elevas’s gums and upper lips would rise up to expose some of his fangs before he began to speak to her.

“Greeting and many moons to you traveler,” His voice retained a low mixture between a purr and a growl ringing gently into the little hall, “it is good to see a fresh-face, yes? K’elevas wishes you that your toes always find warm sands stranger.” As he spoke, the khajiit’s hand never once wavered, illustrating that he wasn’t just firing off spells, but was managing to keep his body at least somewhat healthy. Still, the dangerous portion of K’elevas was coming from the small signs that could not be seen; his tail curling up and down behind his back being careful not to allow it to roll down between his legs.

Small signs of non-verbal communication were everything to the Khajiit culture; prone to reading into scents and gestures more than the elves or various human races, a Khajiit could easily be flattered or offended by the smallest things. Yet, over the many years the race has learned to hold their tongues to such things as most non-beastfolk are unaware of their ‘misgivings’. As such, K’elevas did not hold it against Titania when she gave him a shocked expression, despite the implication of near repulsion or possibly subservience at his appearance. Generally a surprised expression made the Khajiit think that he smelled bad; which considering the amount of time he spent grooming himself, was a deep insult.

“K’elevas hears many things about you. You are Titania of the Bretons, no? I overhear the Arch-mage and others speak of you; you are good mage, yes?” As he spoke some excitement tingled in his eyes; his entire body seeming to rise up as a child-like amazement at her rose. “It is good to meet another, one who may teach or share wisdom; K’elevas knows little outside these walls. He came from lands nearby, not Whiterun, but close enough, so K’elevas knows little of the world. Arch-mage and others busy, so perhaps Breton could tell stories? K’elevas will return favor, he can brew potions and has many, many that may interest you. Please?”

K’elevas’s face was a mixing sea of expressions, each crashing like a wave upon the rocky shore of his features. Both of his eyelids and eyebrows rose and drooped as he went from a mixture of shame and shyness, to a something akin to a bouncing kitten joyously trotting after its mother for milk. Feral eyes twinkled, while his hands fidgeted about, poking fingertips together while K’elevas looked down at his feet; eventually stopping to hold themselves in the sign of pleading before Titania’s eyes.

“Oh please, K’elevas wishes very much to hear of places past Whiterun. Is it true that there are areas where the winter does not come? K’elevas would very much like to see this, to feel the soft grass beneath his feet even during Winterheart.” As he spoke these words, a dream-like smile came to his face as his eyes lidded once again, almost completely gone into the little fantasy that he had constructed for himself.

“K’elevas apologizes,” he stated suddenly as he shook his head to escape from the wonder that had appeared before his eyes, “he is just very excited to see new face; especially face with many stories to tell.”

[ELANOR .]

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[atrb=border,0,true] WINGARD WITH K'ALEVAS 504 OUTFIT (MINUS CIRCLET) swinging from the castles - awolnation sorry about the wait/length

[atrb=border,0,true] ever courteous, titania bobbed her head as the khajiit greeted her. she did not have much experience with the cat-people of elsweyr, her time spent in their company limited to trading with them for rarer ingredients when they were camped outside the walls of whiterun. titania had always found them a curious sort, interesting, and far wiser than the nords credited them to be. stereotyped as thieves and general never-do-wells, titania paid no heed to what others said of the Khajiit, allowing herself to form her own opinions. and while she was sure they usually charged titania more than the items were worth, the breton understood the extra coin was for a good cause. traveling skyrim was rough, without the added dangers of war. and dragons, of course. the petite girl merely nodded again when the khajiit asked her name. she was prepared to answer modestly when the khajiit questioned if she was a good mage, only for him to plunge into another speech. if it were anyone else, titania would have thought it a bit impolite. but something about the khajiit's manner, perhaps the excited aura that seemed to be emanating from the orange furred khajiit before her simply made her smile. patiently, she waited for him to finish speaking. at least it was useful in some way. the khajiit custom of speaking in third person at least informed titania of her visitor's name. "no need to apologize.. k'elevas." the pronunciation stumped titania for only a moment before she spoke his name. she truly didn't mind his chattering, if only because she was prone to doing the exact same when she was excited. "and of course you can. company is always welcomed. especially that of a fellow mage." she answered brightly, flashing the khajiit a smile. "would you like to come in?" stepping aside, titania gestured into the room, allowing him to enter. she had nothing better to do but read until the arch mage was ready to see her. no doubt chatting away with her new-found friend would make the time pass quickly enough. "though you are welcome, i wasn't exactly expecting company." titania explained with a small smile, gesturing at the slight mess she had managed to make in her short time in the room. that and the fact there were no refreshments to be seen made her a very poor host. but as the khajiit only seemed to want to talk, titania supposed stories would have to make do for sustenance. "please, take a seat." the breton gestured to the other chair, and after the khajiit had seated himself, titania sat herself in the one she had been sitting at earlier. "so how long have you been at the college? i don't recall you being here when i was studying." titania thought it was an appropriate conversation starter. and as she had certainly not seen the khajiit before in her life, she knew he must be reasonably new to the college of winterhold. just how new, titania had no clue.

THEY'RE SWINGING FROM THE CASTLES

[K'elevas the Potent .]

K’elevas liked people, there was no way of getting around that one simple, unalienable fact about the khajiit; it didn’t matter what race or gender that person was. People intrigued him, they had such….interesting stories and secrets and some of them even had little shiny things that he could pick away from them when they weren’t looking. Other people did kind things, came around with little treats and soft touches that made the khajiit feel better about himself.
Yes, K’elevas liked people, maybe a little bit too much at times; however, he wasn’t going to be impolite now by recognizing this. Rather, he swept one foot back slowly and lowered his body in a single enthusiastic bow. His slim chest doubling down as his right arm came over his chest; soon, his head was almost level with Titania’s pelvis before he came back up.

“K’elevas recognizes the honor the Breton bestows upon him; he does not wish to intrude, but graciously accepts your invitation. May, he prove worthy of such a honor.” Orange fur ruffled for a moment, while the cat-man padded forward into the little room; it was much bigger than his own. At least, that was the way it appeared; maybe it was so because of the alchemical instruments he kept in there, not to mention the sea of notes that cluttered about every nook of the region. Saying he was ‘messy’ was an understatement; however, with his time being spent split between maintaining relations with the college and the guild, his studies and attempting to hold some iota of a social life, it was an understandable situation.

Yet, for all his gestures and mannerisms, his desire to be polite and his utmost care for the situation in trying to make a friend; K’elevas could not help but keep falling into his old methods from the thieves’ guild. In fact, his bow had been a trick that he often performed on nobles; it was a sly way to gauge materials and to someone’s person, the eyes crawling over areas where coin-sacks would be carried or to look at hands and necklines for valuables.

The khajiit had no desire to steal; however, his body kept reflexively going into positions that would aid him in acquisitions. Gulping down these pitiful little machinations and swallowing her words like a he was a starving kitten; he entered into her room.

Carefully walking around her and making sure that they’re bodies didn’t touch at all as he did so; he didn’t want the bump to set off a chain reaction within him. It would be bad enough if he was caught with his hand on a Breton woman, but he could only imagine how bad it would be if said Breton and the other mage’s found at he had stolen from her. Just the thought of a few fireballs and lightning bolts being hurled his way sent a rather visible shiver lacing down his spine. Growing a little stiff, he positioned himself into the center of the room, making sure that everything was out of arms reach.

By this point, the words: “Take a seat ,” had hit his ears. Carefully pulling up a chair, he sat down and sitting on his tail. Pain shot up his spine as the appendage struggled for a moment for freedom, then shot back out of the bottom of his cloak.

“Tail is….annoying thing at times.” K’elevas murmured as he began to wind it around the leg of the chair; eventually finding himself comfortable and reaching down into his pouch. Drawing out two ripe red apples and holding the other out towards Titania with a smile on his face, a pair of fangs exposing themselves as his lips drew up slowly.

“Do not fret spell-weaver, K’elevas always has something to quench his hunger upon him. No moon passes where he does not find a little extra on his plate at dinner; so please, worry not about this guest. He Is content to just share the company and talk; the college is a lonesome place at times, so a kind face is much welcomed upon the sands this one walks.”

Laughing a little weakly at the end of what he said, K’elevas found his head keeping towards her, giving her all of his attention.