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Moraelyn’s eyes brightened immediately, warmed with immediate kinship at the sound of such fluent Dunmeris. “Oh, thank the saints, someone who speaks the language!” he smiled, skirting a haystack to come closer. He bowed his head a little in new greeting, brushing a little wall-dust from his gloves. “Nightmarish, I’m afraid. Hard benches and poor roads make for sour bedfellows, especially with the weather being as it is from the north.”
He turned his face gratefully to the sun, smiling softly at the view over the amber forest. “But, ah, you’ve the right of it. Sometimes it feels as though there isn’t a scrap of colour in this whole province, and then you find places like this…”
He glanced towards the Khajiit, now noticing the great mare who lipped at her master’s mead-tankard inquisitively. “Oh, what a darling she is!” he half-sighed, visibly restraining himself from petting her shaggy mane. The woven-in leaves were a delightfully festive touch, setting off the pale fur quite nicely. “Yours?”
J’hasi grinned, gently dissuading Ghost from his drink for the moment, setting it down to work on cutting another slice of apple for her.
“<Yeah! Though it might be more fair to say that I’m hers, since she was the one who found me first. You can pet her if you want, here.>” The Khajiit finished cutting a slice, grinning and keeping the mare at bay long enough to hold out the slice for the Dunmer to take.
“<You can feed her if you want, too. She’s harmless, but she’ll be less inclined to try and eat your hair if you give her something else to chew on instead.>”
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