Snow's Journal (Entry Five)
#2 of Snow's Journal Entries
14th Rain's Hand 4E 203
Unexpectedly, a large storm has frozen over entrance to cave which we had called "Home" for the night.
Khajiit wishes to ask if Urjora could use magic to help escape, though he senses that Urjora has other things in mind.
Snow and Urjrar shared bedroll last night... The way in which his Lover asked was soft... warm, like the Mid-Year breeze, softly dancing as the lights of the heavens. Khajiit could not say no to those glowing emerald eyes.
So... tender and gentle was Urjora's touch... Foreign... Khajiit flinched as soon as Urjora touched him. Naturally, this led his Lover to ask questions, which Snow answered; secrets will only hurt our relationship.
Khajiit spoke of the three years in Prison after being branded a bandit and murderer for a crime he did not commit; the corrupt guard was bribed, Snow being framed for the slaughter of countless innocents. The guard beat him, scarring him all over his body.
Khajiit showed Urjora his scars, buried beneath his fur. His Lover gently caressed Snow's scars, pressing his lips to them all. Urjora called it a "Kiss". He explained that it was a gesture of affection, and that he wished to heal Khajiit's wounds of the mind and heart.
Khajiit was at a loss for words; what should he have said? Something deeply emotional and touching was spoken by his Lover, and all Snow could give back was a hug. Urjora embraced Khajiit, "tears" rolling down his cheeks. Snow held Urjora close and told him that he makes things better.
Urjora smiled and nuzzled into Snow's chest. Urjora whispered something in our native tongue, though could not understand what he said...
Snow cannot shake this feeling of deeper attachment to Urjora. He knows he spoke of love in previous entry, though now... Khajiit begins to find deeper meaning in this emotion. Khajiit has never felt this before; such feelings are strange to him, though he feels as if he truly does "love" Urjora. Snow wishes for Urjora to be his partner...
Now Khajiit must wait... time will tell of what is to come.
Again, I thank you, Lady Marra; you have blessed Snow with great fortune.