J’hasi’s ears perked, the colors of the mer’s robes catching his eye out of the other colors of the crowd in the marketplace. His brows rose in surprise, eyes wide and curiosity burning up his resolve to stay out of sight, inconspicuous. Was the Bosmer a mage? The Khajiit shifted a little where he had been quietly leaning against a wall, debating on if he should go up and talk to them or not. Even if they were a mage, there was no guarantee that they knew the way to the College. He broke his gaze to flick down to the unbitten apple in his hand, his tail twitching with uncertainty behind him.
His ears lowered after a few moments of internal debate, his hopeful, curious expression resigning in favor of a crestfallen one. His throat felt tight just thinking about trying to initiate a conversation. Surely he could just find the College on his own, right? It wasn’t that hard, just head north, right?
He sighed quietly through his nose, opening his mouth to sink sharp teeth into his snack, frowning a little as a mildly-concerned noise issued from his throat when the juice soaked into his fur. It would be better not to bother them. Besides, who would drop everything just to lead a traveler to a place they could find easily enough themselves?
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