Shopping With Kite
Still lightly flustered at his position, Kite looked up at his looming father with a slightly bashful, awkward looking grin plastered over his face. Stood in the open lobby of the local tailor, the elder argonian had marched his adoptive son in the...
Coming of (an) Age
Rest would not come easy, this night, to the Argonian curled atop his sheets. Kite- a fledgling reptilian servant by official accounts, and in practice a training groundskeeper, spending his days in the estate of a lordly Manor in backwater Thorn....