» Mon May 07, 2012 10:05 pm
"Enjoying Torval, this-one trusts, Clan-friend Xormades?"
"Indeed, your Maneship, it is very...interesting. Like watching the Niben run through a dream. Though I had a question about your people: I have noticed that some Khajiit are like Mer in-guise, whilst others are like yourself - upright-walking cats - whilst there is a third phylum not at all unlike the small felines we keep as pets in Cyrodiil. How can this be? Are all these seemingly very different catty nations but one folk?"
" Indeed we are, Xormades. To understand you have to look back to the first time, the shut-eye-era of the World-at-Teat, when Aka-Tom first climbed the M'ntiajjh tree to catch Lorkhaj (for he had in his teeth the Tom's prized sandclockbird). This drove Khenarthi-cat crazy, she had loved them both so, and so she mewed with such force as to blow all the nursing kitties off of Curled-Up Nirni's teats. So Jjj'frai took in her teeth the ja-Kha'jay, the moon-yarns of Jone and Jode used it tie all the kitties down.
But Az'rah, rightly seeing that the moon-yarns strangled the kitties beauty and made them into ugly, stupid things - the elf-folk and men-folk (this-one means no offense, Xormades, this is merely how the tail is told) who could not love paradox or the clever patterns that Riddle'thar weaves. So she leapt down from the High Sill and took hold of the kitties who still had neck-naps and took them far away from Khenarthi's whirlwinds, to this-place, placid Torval. Then she licked us clean and taught us the secret of the ja-Kha'jay, how to turn the moon's sugars into wisenips that would allow us to see the yarn-threads and beat them back into clever patterns.
So there it is, Clan-friend. The bald-cat, the burden-cat, the battle-cat, even this-one, big-decision-cat, are all Khajiit. The difference is, that as fresh kitties, when we succored on mother's milk fat with wisenips and first opened our eyes, we batted at the moon-yarns as we saw fit. In your people's words, it's a matter of choice. "