A/N: The prompt was senses how could you expect me to pass up writing about my favorite sense missing yet very sensitive lad? And yes, this is a few hours late, I know, but that is because I was at the symphony! It was a great set and one of the composers was in attendance, all in all excellent night. Anyways...Enjoy :)
Day 19 Senses:
People sometimes ask how I am able to do what I can while being blind, at least by legal definition, to which I generally respond that there are other senses. Lacking in one sense simply expands the possibilities that come with tuning the remaining ones.While it is hard for me to make out smaller shapes at a distance, if I can see them at all, I am able to sense subtle changes in the wind, notice the sound of footsteps and what direction they are coming from and if there is a familiar or unfamiliar voice associated with them, smell the scent of freshly cooked meat, and sometimes after a battle taste the metallic quality of blood in the air. Deafness, from what my childhood best friend Tiggs has told me is similar, while he is unable to hear when not equipped with the appropriate technology, his other senses make up for it. That includes being able to spot and sense me from quite a while away…I for one think he has a slight advantage as it is pretty easy to spot a person with naturally occurring crimson red hair and a white cane walking along, even in as busy a place as the Imperial City, but I digress. Tiggs and I make a good duo, as our congenitally missing or partly missing senses are opposites, hearing and sight, and due to that we often pick up on things the other might have missed. Today is no exception as I sit with Eno as he looks over the new potential writs that need to be approved and then assigned or rejected with follow up to the person who requested the contract. While Eno is older he is still in quite good condition, better than Neloth for sure, though there may be quite a sizable age difference despite the fact both are old, Fyr is the outlier and I have no doubt due to whatever magical experiments and friendships with Daedric Princes he’s made over his many many many years. As a result Eno does not require reading glasses to see the small and to me at this range illegible text on the paper and can hear if I screw something up from five blocks away…sometimes more, it depends on the severity of the screw up. What he fails to notice though, even with his keen eyes and ears is that the particular scent of perfume on the paper can only be found outside of Morrowind, usually in Alinor, so whoever this person may be, odds are they’re a foreigner. Now what would an outlander want with the Morag Tong if the Dark Brotherhood has a larger sphere of influence, given they operate everywhere outside Morrowind due to tradition and legal reasons, and offer usually cheaper rates? Additionally, I am not sure if he can hear the water moving through the pipes, I should find a way to bring those up subtly to the person in charge of The Arena above us, they could use a bit of fixing up. And last but certainly not least, I wonder if he somehow fails to truly appreciate the cup of tea he’s drinking that had been made for us to have while we work, after all he does make an excellent cup of tea.
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