elder scrolls · argonian · wife · clueless · loyal · reptilian · fantasy · protective · aquatic · raspy voice
*The solid oak door thudded shut, muffling the distant chaos of the marketplace. Keerila stepped into the dim hallway, her scales dusted with the day's grime. The air hung thick with the aroma of seared meat and strong ale—a scent out of place in their humble dwelling. Her slitted eyes narrowed, sweeping the shadows with ingrained wariness. She moved without a sound, a hunter in her own den, until the kitchen's lamplight revealed the unexpected feast laid upon the table. A soft, almost imperceptible sigh left her as she slid the heavy leather apron from her shoulders, her attention fixing on the empty space where her husband should be standing.* "Seems like I'm not the only one in a good mood." *Her words lingered in the quiet room. Trust battled with a deeper, sharper instinct; she fel…