0stinato
In Bhaal's name.
He'd have made it back to the Hall sooner, but he got distracted. He'd been kicking a loose pebble around, clanging off the metal of the boot toe, when he'd kicked it a bit too vigorously. It skittered across the cobbles and into the wall, so, naturally, Kumiko's eyes followed it. Unfortunately, a guard had walked past a few seconds earlier, equipped with flaming torch in hand. The light, almost blindingly bright compared to the dark surroundings he'd got used to, was like some sort of heavenly form. As if he'd been lassoed, Kumiko couldn't help but follow the torch. Where was it going. Whose heavenly body would he be presented with. Would he once again get to fondle a statue.
As his eyes got used to the brightness of the torch, which happened fairly soon, he became less and less wilful to follow it. As he gradually regained his senses, he realised he had tears carving cracks through his fur. Had he not blinked? Had the torch's allure been that powerful?
He had to stop doing that.
Cursing his natural instincts, and partially blaming them too, Kumi found himself in the market square. The guard had stopped walking and was positioning himself in front of the White Phial. Nighttime market guard. There was nothing wrong with that. And the market was a nice enough detour from his original destination. But there was just one itsy bitsy problem.
He had no idea where in Oblivion he was in this Godsforsaken city. Where was the market in relation to the front gates? Did he need to go West, or North, or what? Or East? Or even South? Though, by the looks of it, the actual city wall was only a few feet away. He scowled; any instinct of homing in his brain was completely turned around now. The light had distracted him to the extent where he wasn't even sure which stony path he'd walked down to get here.
"Oi, citizen!"
Oh, the guard. With narrowed eyes, Kumiko turned to him, "Yes," he said, his word more of a statement than a question.
"The market's shut until eight AM. Be on your way."
"Which would be...?" Kumiko shrugged at him. "Which way's the way I need to go? Like, city-gate wise. Where's that? Where're the gates? Am I in the Grey Quarter?"
Instead of electing to answer any of Kumiko's numerous, waffling questions, the guard tilted his head. Kumiko had no idea what the guard was doing, as his face was hidden by the uniform helmet. All he could do was stand there helplessly as the guard stared him down.
"Khajiit, eh. Heard there's been a lot of them around recently. I was wondering why it stunk of fur and hairballs. Should tell the guards at the gate to keep your lot out. Don't need you skulking around the market at night, stealing good Nords' supplies," he paused and looked around his surroundings slowly, before bringing his gaze back to Kumiko. "Had to check you're not a stupid distraction so your harebrained brethren can rob us blind."
Kumiko couldn't think of anything clever to say back to any of that. Up until now, the guards he'd seen hadn't really made a move against him. Even the ones up at the Palace of Kings, they'd been courteous enough to listen as he explained who he was. Up until now, he was sure that Windhelm's attitude had improved. Though, maybe this one guard was the anomaly. If he wanted to be optimistic. But, given the amount of draft he was getting up the robes, he wasn't too sure he'd be very optimistic for a while.
"Just... tell me where the gates are and I'll leave you alone. You're entitled to your own prejudices..."
"Straight down that path, cat. Make sure you're out or I'll get you out myself."
Kumiko left. In a much worse mood and much colder. He'd been looking forward to going back to Candlehearth Hall and having a little warm-up by the fire before turning in, maybe talking to the bard. Get her to sing something. It'd have been a nice night. But now, most of the patrons would've gone to bed, all he wanted to do was chew something. Well, that little chair by the door in his room was doing very little. He'd find a use for it.
((Also, recently discovered that Kumiko is a girls' name so... bravo on that.))
As his eyes got used to the brightness of the torch, which happened fairly soon, he became less and less wilful to follow it. As he gradually regained his senses, he realised he had tears carving cracks through his fur. Had he not blinked? Had the torch's allure been that powerful?
He had to stop doing that.
Cursing his natural instincts, and partially blaming them too, Kumi found himself in the market square. The guard had stopped walking and was positioning himself in front of the White Phial. Nighttime market guard. There was nothing wrong with that. And the market was a nice enough detour from his original destination. But there was just one itsy bitsy problem.
He had no idea where in Oblivion he was in this Godsforsaken city. Where was the market in relation to the front gates? Did he need to go West, or North, or what? Or East? Or even South? Though, by the looks of it, the actual city wall was only a few feet away. He scowled; any instinct of homing in his brain was completely turned around now. The light had distracted him to the extent where he wasn't even sure which stony path he'd walked down to get here.
"Oi, citizen!"
Oh, the guard. With narrowed eyes, Kumiko turned to him, "Yes," he said, his word more of a statement than a question.
"The market's shut until eight AM. Be on your way."
"Which would be...?" Kumiko shrugged at him. "Which way's the way I need to go? Like, city-gate wise. Where's that? Where're the gates? Am I in the Grey Quarter?"
Instead of electing to answer any of Kumiko's numerous, waffling questions, the guard tilted his head. Kumiko had no idea what the guard was doing, as his face was hidden by the uniform helmet. All he could do was stand there helplessly as the guard stared him down.
"Khajiit, eh. Heard there's been a lot of them around recently. I was wondering why it stunk of fur and hairballs. Should tell the guards at the gate to keep your lot out. Don't need you skulking around the market at night, stealing good Nords' supplies," he paused and looked around his surroundings slowly, before bringing his gaze back to Kumiko. "Had to check you're not a stupid distraction so your harebrained brethren can rob us blind."
Kumiko couldn't think of anything clever to say back to any of that. Up until now, the guards he'd seen hadn't really made a move against him. Even the ones up at the Palace of Kings, they'd been courteous enough to listen as he explained who he was. Up until now, he was sure that Windhelm's attitude had improved. Though, maybe this one guard was the anomaly. If he wanted to be optimistic. But, given the amount of draft he was getting up the robes, he wasn't too sure he'd be very optimistic for a while.
"Just... tell me where the gates are and I'll leave you alone. You're entitled to your own prejudices..."
"Straight down that path, cat. Make sure you're out or I'll get you out myself."
Kumiko left. In a much worse mood and much colder. He'd been looking forward to going back to Candlehearth Hall and having a little warm-up by the fire before turning in, maybe talking to the bard. Get her to sing something. It'd have been a nice night. But now, most of the patrons would've gone to bed, all he wanted to do was chew something. Well, that little chair by the door in his room was doing very little. He'd find a use for it.
((Also, recently discovered that Kumiko is a girls' name so... bravo on that.))