A full-blown shudder races through the Khajiit, his eyes immediately flicking to the ground.
“He’s definitely not one I would try pissing off again. Looks like a godsdamned vampire, and is at the very least twice as scary as one. And I… I still don’t know if he’s truly blind or not.” J’hasi paused, a look of dread coming over his face.
“You don’t suppose there’s vampires that feed off of souls rather than blood, do you?”
“Huh wha-?” Icarus barely noticed when Tolfdir called his name, his focus mainly on the toasted wool where his sleeve used to be. When he was signaled to group with the darker khajiit, a frown crept on his face. He gave Ancano one last pleading look before the other Thalmor signaled him to follow orders.
Icarus shook his head, letting out a small sigh. He signaled the khajiit over with his hand, “Right then. lets get this over with." The two positioned themselves to rehearse the lesson. Icarus glanced back at the Dunmer lass. She would’ve been much more preferable over the Khajiit. He looked back to aforementioned cat, “Don’t steal my shit, and I promise not to turn you into fried cat.” A small flame flickered over his hand, waiting for the khajiit to cast the ward.
The stereotypical racist comment, coupled with his adrenaline rush allowed the anxiety to dissipate into a bit of tension in his gut. ‘So that’s how it’s going to be then, is it?’ The Khajiit bared his teeth in a smile, a challenging look in his eyes when he noticed the silent communication between the two agents. ‘Must be here for training, then.’ he thought, his fingers curling as he prepared himself to cast his ward.
"Same goes for you, lad.” he said, his voice low and rough as his pupils constricted at the sight of flames crackling to life in the mer’s hand. The light cast over the Thalmor’s face, showing an impressive shiner under those unkempt bangs of his. J’hasi grinned with an edge of malice that was very much intended.
“So who blacked your eye? I want to buy them a drink.” he remarked, his tail swishing behind him as he tried to bring up another ward, his teeth gritting as he tried to concentrate without taking his eyes off…Icarus, was it?
Perhaps egging on a member of the Thalmor right before he was going to launch fireballs at him wasn’t the greatest idea, but if he was as bad at that as he was with the Wards, the Khajiit figured he didn’t have to worry all that much. As it was, a shaky ward of his own was trembling as it came into being, looking about as strong as to hold up against the vicious assault of a butterfly.
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