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Despite all that had come to pass over the past few days, and her body definitely feeling it, Kaatima found that she couldn’t sleep. The gears in her brain simply wouldn’t stop turning and so she laid awake in her bed, staring at the ceiling in the dark, thinking.
Skyrim was so different from Elsweyr and not just for the bitter cold and Harrowstorms, that threatened to tear the province apart. The people here were as cold and as harsh as their home and constantly had their eyes on her, watching her every move. It had her fur standing on end. The food wasn’t much better. It was tough and tasteless and nothing like how Lyris had described to her. Though she suspected that was down to the chef not liking a Khajiit staying in the inn that he worked at.
It had her yearning for the warmth of her homeland, but she could not leave until the threat was dealt with.
Knowing that she wasn’t going to get any sleep any time soon, Kaatima decided to get up. She slipped out of bed and pulled her armour back on. She grabbed the cloak that Lyris had gifted her upon her arrival and wrapped herself around in it before leaving her room.
She made her way silently through the inn, careful not to wake any of the other people who were staying there. She stepped out of the inn and into the cold night.
It was late at night and other than some torchlight she expected the city to be covered in darkness, yet it was somehow bright out. She quickly found out why when she looked up.
High above her, dancing across the sky, were lights of blue and purple. She had never seen anything like it before; they were fascinating to her.
Wanting to get a better view of them, Kaatima carefully climbed up onto the roof of the inn. She settled down against the roof, folding her arms behind her head, her eyes filled with wonder.
In recent months she had started to grow tired of the constant travelling across Tamriel, but moments like this certainly made it worth it.