Blacktail Deer Plateau kick me under the table all you want - i won't shut up

Submerged in a pool fed by mountain springs, she barely felt the cold.

Jaes. . .ñuha āeksio. Jentys hen mirre. Dohaeragon nyke.

Underwater, her nostrils sending a stream of bubbles out she couldn't see. Then overhead again, gasping for breath, her pelt sodden. Eyelids squinted. Vision blurred.

She felt Serem's teeth on her nape when she went beneath the surface. She always did. She did not swim often for this reason, but the Wilds were warm—too warm. And she was hot along with all the rest, irritation mingling with trepidation mingling with. . .

Jaes! They would take the children away, and she would lose three more parts of her heart.

You should have let them die, crooned Sithis, oily and sinister and sounding like Cicero.

Jaes, ñuha āeksio, jentys hen mirre, dohaeragon nyke. Jaes, ñuha āeksio,

I would have killed them, said Mephala, in Potema's voice. Just as I should have killed you.

jentyshenmirre,dohaeragonnyke.Jaesñuhaāeksiojentyshenmirredohae— SHUT UP!!

Her parents' daedric chants ceased, and she was left in the silence with only her own thoughts and the quiet movement of water for company. She drew in a breath on a sob, paddled deeper into the pond, disappeared among the lilypads and verdant scum.

Only her prayer remained, shivering off the rocks:

Jaes, ñuha āeksio, jentys hen mirre, dohaeragon nyke.