What in Hist’s name was that noise?
J’hasi grumbled, trying to find a way to muffle the sounds of movement and chatter in the lower quarters, echoing off the stone walls and filtering through his shelter of blankets and furs to slip into his ears and aggravate his remarkable hangover. His tail swished, pushing out from under the blankets as he shifted, only to slide back in at the touch of cold air. Normally the other students wouldn’t wake until later and drag themselves to class, and do so rather quietly. What had changed?
The Khajiit’s hand reached out, knuckles brushing over the chill of Elvish steel as he reached out for his journal next to his bed where he had left it. He cracked open an eye, the soft bluish light from the inner pool of the Hall giving him enough light to see, and yet not enough to blind him, facing away as he was. A low hiss of Jel and Dunmeri curses slipped from his mouth, his tongue unsticking from the roof of it in the process as he was reminded of the exact reason he had drank so much last night. Drinks were always cheap on the eve of Saturalia, and he had certainly needed them.
He just wasn’t fond of the festivities come the next morn.
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