Adanjar Part 4

Wind

Rain's Hand 21st, Nine in the Morning

Somewhere Near Stirk, Cyrodiil 2E175

Ajirab was more frightened than she had ever been. The pirates had attacked the boat she was on and taken her as a slave. They had stripped her of her clothes and now she was wearing nothing but a slave bracer. They would probably take her to Morrowind where she could be sold legally. All she could think of was how Adanjar had run out on her and M'nasha that night.

After the Dunmer pirates attacked the ship she was on, they pillaged Arenthia and burned it to the ground. The city would rebuild, of course,  but what if Adanjar had been there when it burned? She was probably worrying too much. Adanjar would not have any reason to go there. Qa'Bahka had run out on her, so why would she go to him?

One of the pirates, the one who was guarding her, had taken to her. He'd been talking to her off and on for about three hours. Ajirab thought on this and figured out how she could use this to her advantage. "Where are we going?" Ajirab asked the guard.

"Well, we're going to stop off at Stirk. That's when you remain absolutely silent. Then, if all goes well, we'll go to Morrowind. And you can guess the rest," he said solemnly.

Ajirab worked it out in her head and figured it out that she would escape at Stirk. She would stay there a couple of days until she was sure the pirates were either gone or imprisoned and would then leave for Alabaster.

Ajirab knew that Adanjar would either go to Camlorn or back to Alabaster. So Ajirab chose to first go to Alabaster.

 

Rain's Hand 21st, One in the Evening

One Mile outside Anvil, Cyrodiil

Adanjar numbly stumbled down the trail from where the shipwreck was. She was still clutching her mother's clothes, that she had found inside the ship, to her chest. Tears filled her eyes; she knew her mother was dead and there was nothing at all she could do.

Anvil appeared before her and her heart went all to pieces. She remembered her father and mother in Alabaster. She had had such wonderful times in Alabaster. But now those times were over, her father had lost everything, her mother was dead, and Qa'Bahka was probably dead too. She walked into the city and into the nearest inn she saw.

"Can I please have a bed for the night?" Adanjar asked the innkeeper.

"It's a little early for bed, but, yes, I have one. It's ten septims for the night," he replied.

Adanjar walked upstairs and threw her pack and her mother's clothing on the floor. She collapsed onto the bed, curled into a ball, and cried herself to sleep.

 

Rain's Hand 21st, Nine at Night

Windhelm, Skyrim

As M'nasha arrived in Windhelm, the wet, cold snow fell onto his face. He was not used to this harsh climate. Skyrim was not what he had expected. He really even didn't have a place to stay, he had no money at all. He lost it all gambling. "I wonder where Adanjar and Ajirab are right now." M'nasha said to himself.

He finally decided that if he did not get used to Skyrim in three days then he would go to Camlorn where his brother lived. He was sure that M'nashan would greet him with open arms.

 

Rain's Hand 22nd, Ten in the Morning

Alabaster, Elsweyr

Qa'Bahka gently tapped on the door of Adanjar's estate. It had been months since he had last seen her, and he was bursting with excitement.

The door slowly opened and the face of an old Khajiit appeared. "Who are you, and what do you want?" he said.

"Is Adanjar here?" Qa'Bahka asked the old man.

"You mean M'nasha's daughter? No, the family split up almost five days ago. M'nasha went to Skyrim, but nobody knows where Adanjar and her mother have gone. M'nasha said he thought Adanjar probably went to Arenthia, some sort of ex-lover there or something." the old Khajiit said.

"Thank you, you've been very helpful," Qa'Bahka said to him, then he closed the door.

Qa'Bahka said to himself silently, "Well, this was a wasted trip. Adanjar's possibly went to Arenthia, and here I am in Alabaster." Qa'Bahka then began to leave Arenthia.

 

Rain's Hand 22nd, Ten in the Morning

Anvil, Cyrodiil

Adanjar awoke to see the sun shining in through the window. She still had tears in her eyes. She'd cried for hours before she had finally gone to sleep last night. She crawled out of bed, still dressed in the robe that she had been wearing for days now. She opened up her pack and began writing in her diary.

Adanjar's Diary

Twenty-Second Rain's Hand

Mother is dead. I found her clothes within the belly of a ship near Anvil. My heart is bitter. My tears are plenteous. My mother and my lover are both dead. And there is nothing that I can do to bring them back.

Adanjar closed her journal and put it in her pack. She stepped outside and a cold wind blew across her face. The weather was as she was, cold and emotionless.