On His Mane's Secret Service - #1
There is a storm coming, ra'jirra. a storm that, if not thwarted, will destroy the mer, the khajiiti, and even the argonians with their precious hist. that storm exists, and it is coming, ra'jirra.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #3
"ra'jirra, that's not your call to make. but i see now you've lost your detachment. do you understand what that means? ra'jirra, i can no longer trust you." she looked up at her mentor's face.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #12
ra'jirra blurted out, suddenly forgetting her circumstances. "what do you mean?" "ra'jirra!" isdra scolded her. "please do not interrupt. you will be given your turn to speak at the proper time!" ra'jirra sat back, chagrined and nodded.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #13
"you will not interrupt me again, ra'jirra," isdra said sweetly but with menace in her voice when they sat down. ra'jirra began to offer her apology, but the mane interrupted.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #2
"ra'jirra, that's so good to hear. do me a favor would you? in my bag under the bed, there's a black box. would you do me a favor and bring it up here?" "sure. hold on..." ra'jirra said, picking up the cat and setting i him beside her.
From Elsweyr With Love (#1)
"she's asked for you by name, ra'jirra. it seems she's become somewhat enamored of you, given your recent publicity." ra'jirra frowned at that.
You Only Live 18 Times - #2 (SpyJirra)
Ko'manir stroked ra'jirra's long hair. "i'm afraid, ra'jirra, that there was actually some talk about moving that mattress at the last minute." ra'jirra's sighed, "i'm not really surprised.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #11
ra'jirra and dar'amon gladly assented. a few minutes later the leader of the palace guard entered along with the prime concubine, isdra. "what's this all about, lady ra'jirra?" she demanded. "who is this?" ra'jirra rose and bowed to isdra.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #16
ra'jirra, he's proven his love for you enough in the last few days. these are just pre-matrimonial jitters. it happens to everyone." ra'jirra looked down at her dress.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #9
"you were an infant, ra'jirra. you are no longer. you have awakened." "you're not going to agree to this alliance, are you?" ra'jirra asked. "i have no right to agree to anything, ra'jirra. i don't speak for any other argonians.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #15
ra'jirra sat on the bed beside her argonian friend while her sisters lay beside the histess. "i'm still a little woozy," quill-weave admitted, "but nothing that ra'jirra's potion won't cure in time.
On His Mane's Secret Service - #6
"what do you think, ra'jirra? want to join my harem? i'm afraid it's a lifetime assignment though." the old khajiit smiled. suddenly ra'jirra's mind leaped to dar'amon. he was _really_ not going to like this.