Hasir blinked multiple times to ensure what, or rather, who, he was seeing was indeed accurate. The elder turned and bowed, a bit clumsily, as the female Agronian approached. Hasir screwed his face up, usure of whether or not this was a flirtatious act. Svene-Bellies moved toward the 'ghost-eyed' Argonian, grasped her hand and kissed it. The female Argonian turned beet red.
"Who are you? My fine histseed?" He said, looking into her eyes longingly.
Hasir looked at him and rolled his eyes.
"By Hircine... that is my mom." He gestured between her and the Lukiul elder, "Kassamae, Seven-bellies... enchanted, charmed I'm sure. Everyone introduced?" He said, glancing around a invisible spectators, "good. Now for the love of the nature gods, can you please stop eyeing my mother like she is some prime cut of meat? By the hist, it's disgusting."
Seven-Bellies opened his mouth but Hasir caught the thought on the wind and navigated the seemingly choppy waters for him, shaking his head.
"No, my mom does not need a 'seeing eye dog'. "Xuth, will you leave her alone for a second? She is blind, yes, but she can navigate on her own without any assisstance... Hssss!"
Seven-Bellied lowered his head in shame, thumping his tail on the ground as though it were an angry snake that had been offended in some way.
"I am sorry, marshkin. I guess my waters become murkied by my emotions. It will not happen again." Hasir snarled. "I promise on the Hist." The elder said, struggling to sound sincere. Seven-Bellies calapped his hand together, "Well, let us hear from Kassamae. She has been silent as a stue of far too long. Kassamae." He called over to her and gestured to a spot next to Hasir. "You have the floor. Perhaps you can help shed some light on the temple of Kynareth. I have only skimmed the surface of the deep ocean; maybe you can dive deeper into its depths."
Kassamae abliged and walked to the spot the Lukiul elder had indicates minutes before and smiled at the all but seemed to have eyes only for her son.
"As I have been through that rather murky marshland, it is only fitting that I enlighten you, Hasir and Seven-Bellies. I have no doubt you have seen the exterior of the temple?" Hasir nodded. "Well, that layer of water has been skimmed off." She said, smiling. "Deeper into the ocean we go, then," She thought a bit before continuing. "The temple is deep with Blackmarsh, I assume Seven-Bellies told you that bit?" Again, Hasir nodded. "ok, another layer of water down the drain. Inside the temple, past the vine covered pillars marking the temple's entrance is found a fast field of grass smothering a stone floor flanked by yet more pillars holding a cieling that a small hole through with glorious golden light shines down through. This light is paramount to all animals that scurry and scamper upon the grass floor."
She walked about the grassy field as she spoke. Hasir marveled at the way her rob seemed toflutter about her like butterflies caught in a strong headwind.
"Within, you will find animals that are representations of the green lady herself, like the canary, falcon, deer and even the nocturnal owl. Kynareth watches over them much like a mother watches over children play. Herr true inention, however, is to perseve the balance of that small area much like in the grander scheme of how she and Hircine maintain balance with each other. Her statue rests upon a small grassless patch of land that resides with it what looks like a patch of grass that seemingly had its lifeforce already stripped by Molag Bal. Through that trap door, you will discover a shrine to her brother, Hircine. I cannot directly take you there, mind you but I can use my prowess as a shaman of sorts to plant a seed with the vast garden that is the mind so that when it blossoms all will become clear to you." Hasir asked her what she meant by this. Kassamae smiled at this, "I am talking of course about a kind of 'dream vision' only... you won't be asleep. " she grasped Hasir's shoulder and looked him dead in the eyes, "You will no doubt experience it the same way. Just relax as I work my magic."
Hasir did not know what she meant by this but he trusted her as far as he could throw her, so he had no choice but to try. He closed his eyes as he felt his mother's hands grasp both side of his head. For the first few minutes, nothing happened and then, he felt like his head was bening torn asunder like a thunderstorm ravages a wide open field. The darkening cloud opened and Waater cascaded on the field casuing a single flower to grow and fill his mind with the sensation of flight as it left the ground, so to speak, and traveled a few miles to the south.
Hasir saw the familiar village, with its tree of Li a grey statue of mother nature. and the familiar temple with its bird-topped pllars and, like mist, floated into the interior of the temple. It was as Kassamae described. He saw an endless field of grass flanked on all sides by stone pillars and a column of light illuminating Hasir feltlike resting on the pillow-like surface but he knew he had to press on a see more of the wonderful sight before the plant started dying. He scrambled down through the ope trap door and beheld a cavern greater than that he had destoryed. He saw an equally impressive Statue of the wolflord looming over the cavern. He wanted to walk up to it, but his leags felt like lead sinking in water. He saw the chamber dissolve around him as he saw himself in a open field with a sigle open blossom in the distance. He got within an inch of it , then something rose out the ground like a great furry wall.
Back in the real world, Kassamae almost fell over from fright, not knowing what that was she decided to counsel her son.
"Hasir, what in Oblivion...? It appears that the thing standing in front of you is you fear. Overcome it and come back to us. You need only to touch the blossom to be teleported back." The dream Hasir nodded and prepared to do battle with the Black khajiit.
Back in the real wotld, Kassamae was growing ever more worried, evidented by her tail, flapping about like a dying fish. She know that whatever it was that Hasir was facing would surely spell a deathsentence for him so she thought of a plan.
"On one claw, I can wait this out and see how he does on his own or, on the other, I can intervene and help him. "She said, trying to make a logical decision, one that she was hoping not to regret. In the end, she decided that helping her son would be the best course of action. She wove her hands in an intricate pattern while muttering words to some spell. Immediately, vines began sprouting from the ground and enveloped her like a cocoon. She fell on the exact field that she created in Hasir's mind and saw Hasir and the Doomstrider circling one another like two rabid dogs going for the kill.
For when she stood, she could only catch snippets of sarcastic conversation. She mooved closer and smell singed fur as Hasir had assaulted the khajiit with a fireball. She was astonished the khajiit did not smell it. The black khajiit answered back with an ice storm spell. It covered the field in a hail of blueish winter. The frozen spikes pelted every inch of the Argonian body; thankfully, his scales provided some protection.
Kassamae's mind centered on that decision again. She ran toward the black khajiit and the cliffracer dove at him; pecking every inch of fur it could find. The black khajiit sneered unpleasantly as it sliced through the poor creature with its razor-sharp claws. the robed Argonian hissed loudly and summoned a bear that ran toward the khajiit, knocking him to the ground. She then summoned a few spriggan that surrounded the downed khajiit and began spearing him with their long wooden fingers. The creatures retreated as the Doomstrider, laying in a pool of his own blood.
Yhe khajiit got up and began laughing while his ripe tomato eyes bore in Hasir's and Kassamae's. A second later, he turned into black mist and vanished. Kassamae glanced over at Hasir, who still had ice shards sticking of of his ankles. She rushed over to him and yellow light filled her palms, which she lay on her son's legs, having pulled out the spears.
With that done, Hasir got up and thanked his mom. She smiled and shrugged when he asked her how to get out of the mind field.
"I dunno..." She said, drifting off like the wind. "I suppose you just touch the flower that is just over there." She pointed to a beautiful sky-blue petaled flower. She and Hasir strode over and laid their scaly hands on the clock-like surface of the flower and felt the most curious floating sensation. They were heading back; outside the created illusion.
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