The third volume chronicles our Khajiit's departure from her home and the beginning of a new life. ## Tales of a Quite Peculiar Cat – Volume III ### By Rubyn Frey As Ji’sari grew, so did her tendency to be where she should not, her eavesdropping giving her access to information that the lower class Khajiit could never dream of knowing. This led to a deepening distrust of the ruling Khajiit and the Altmeri who kept them in their positions for their own benefit. Her friends tolerated her antics as quite often she would obtain wine from the warehouse without their parents knowledge, and they would sit just outside of the city walls until late into the night, telling stories, playing jokes on each other and on rare occasions, impersonating various dignitaries who had visited. ~——————————~ On a warm night during Last Seed, the group were again sharing some bottles of spiced wine in the desert, Ji’sari weaving a tale of deception and deceit surrounding some visiting nobles, no one was sure if there was any real truth in the tale, but Ji’sari kept them enthralled, playing each part perfectly. Balancing on a point of rock looming over their campfire, Ji’sari proposed that the Alfiq in her tale had produced a flame from their paw. But no, cried the group, an Alfiq would never do such a thing. But why not, challenged Ji’sari, were they not equal to the mer? Can Khajiit not be better than they? The group stared open-mouthed, aghast that such a thing be mentioned out loud, though under their own rule, Khajiit were brought up to defer to their Altmeri overlords, they did after all, return Masser and Secunda to the night sky following the Void Nights. Ji’sari had probably consumed a little too much spiced wine, and felt emboldened by the attention of the group sitting below. Leaping from the rock and twisting in the air, she landed facing them, crouching, one hand on the ground steadying herself, a sly grin on her face, Ji’sari held her hand out towards them, palm up, concentrating, pulling her energies into focus and produced a small dancing flame. There were quickly muffled shrieks, some of the group ran over to her to shelter her from view lest any of the guards notice the commotion. Questions followed, how, when and why, Ji’sari answered with the enthusiasm of someone who was drunk in the moment. Ji'sari told of how a merchant selling books and scrolls had passed through the city in early Morning Star many months before, and had been showing off his wares which included some spell tomes, the curious Khajiit watching as he dazzled the local Khajiit and the young Altmeri who had not yet taken up any training in the arts of magicka. When the crowd had left, Ji’sari had approached the merchant, a small amount of coin in her purse gained her a slim tome on the art of fire magicks. Determined to be able to do something that most Khajiit in the city could not, but their mer overlords could, Ji’sari dedicated herself to studying the tome while sitting on rooftops, meditating whilst balancing on the various objects above the roof tiles to improve her concentration. Scared of the reaction of their elders, or the authorities finding out, her friends begged her to keep her ability secret, but Ji’sari, still high from the use of magicka, would not be hushed. Her oldest friend, Ribazh, pleaded with her, but understood that Ji’sari was not a Khajiit to be tamed and must walk her own path through the desert sands. The following morning, the group left the confines of the city, Ji’sari with a small bag of belongings, they said farewell to their friend and returned through the gate causing a commotion to hide her absence. Ji'sari slipped in amongst some merchants who had recently left the city, and began her journey across Elsweyr. ~——————————~ #Fiction #ElderScrolls

A second volume swiftly followed the first, with our young Khajiit also having a namesake created as a player character in The Elder Scrolls V: Skyrim ## Tales of a Quite Peculiar Cat – Volume 2 ### By Rubyn Frey In many ways Ji'sari was a typical Khajiit, they have a tendency towards very sweet things and also to develop various abilities that may cause them to cross paths with the authorities. Often as a very young kit, Ji'sari wished to test herself but also had a yearning for something sweet. ~——————————~ On one such occasion it was a yearning for some sweet Dune gnocchi, Ji'sari slipped out of her room and across the rooftops, sometimes leaping from roof to roof, or if the jump was too far, dropping down and passing unseen across roads or alleyways and finding a way back up to the rooftops to continue making her way to the market which was close to the warehouse district, but not so close that she would could cause any concern to her father or his employer. Reaching the inn nearby Ji'sari quietly dropped from the roof onto some conveniently stacked crates. Pausing and observing the various merchants and their customers for a time, she then slipped under a table and waited, ensuring that she could see, but be unseen. The various stalls of sweet treats and meats were busy as local Khajiit picked up their supplies, occasional stalls of household goods and fine fabrics were less busy but visited by nobles or, servants sent on errands by their masters. Waiting for the opportune moment Ji'sari, slipped behind a large group making their way around the market, to the next stall, where again she waited. Ji'sari repeated the process until she reached the sweet traders stall, the strong smell of cinnamon and other treats filling her senses. The traders robes of red and tan were long and flowing, the under robes in silk, the over robes in a heavy cotton to keep out the dust which would blow around the city when the winds came in from the deserts. A purse to his right heavy with coin, and a deep fold to the left giving an indication to Ji'sari that a pocket lay within. Cautiously our kit slipped some coins into the pocket, taking care not to disturb the fabric more than a gentle breeze disturbs a tree, and then, reached slowly from under the stall to pick up the tempting gnocchi, still warm to the touch. A large hand covered hers, enclosing the hand and the gnocchi which lay within, and dragged Ji'sari from her hiding place, the Raht guard hauling her to her feet. “That one!” The sweet trader growled, “again!” “This one did not do anything,” claimed the kit. “You cannot deny, you have been caught red handed,” rumbled the guard. Ji’sari wriggled until her tunic came loose from the firm grip, and made off with a start, giggling. “Oh yes, ha, check Khajiit pocket!” Running off towards the back of the inn, quickly finding a a safe place to hide her prize in her leather pouch, Ji'sari climbed back up to the rooftops. Finding a spot to again observe the goings on of the market, she settled back to enjoy her sweet Dune gnocchi with some blackberry flavoured milk from a small earthenware flask tied onto her belt. Yes, Ji’sari, while a typical mischievous kit, was also honourable, the thrill was in taking, not being caught and being in places no one would suspect, but never in stealing. ~——————————~ #Fiction #ElderScrolls