It was the distant melodrama of music that captured the Khajiit’s sharp hearing.  She tilted her head to listen, turning her face into the breeze to determine the direction it was being carried along.   The song was heavy with sorrow, a beautiful heart-wrenching sadness.   The Khajiit loped to the top of a small hill and looked down upon a marvelous sight; rows of groomed hedges that resembled a maze.  Oh how she so did love mazes!!   Beyond the maze, she could see beautiful roses climbing tall trellises and garden statues.  The beautiful sad music was drifting up from the garden.  Curiosity and adventure would tempt her to sprint down the hill on all fours, like her ancestors, the Pahmar species of Khajiit.   Evolution had separated the species to be more bipedal, producing the smaller Suthay and more humanlike Suthay-raht.   The digitigrades species of Khajiit generally move more quickly and quietly than other animals, and allowed the development to use their front paws like hands. 

SheRha darted into the maze with enthusiasm, being doubly delighted to see a mouse scurrying for shelter beneath one of the hedges.  Her mouth watered for those tasty morsels of fur, but adventure was running hot in her veins.  The enticing music beckoned her to continue navigating through the maze.  There would be plenty of opportunity to snack later.   Indeed, there were more mice, moles, rabbits and an abundance of tasty treats to chase and pounce upon.  The sweet scent of the flowers filled her nostrils.  There would be variety of songbirds here, and butterflies to chase. This was a Khajiit’s paradise!!   

The Khajiit’s cunning mind found the maze itself to be less of a challenge, but no less fun to explore.  She discovered the exit in relatively short time, widening into a gorgeous and well-groomed rose garden.  The full-sized statues were interesting, each noticeably being a silent performer of music.  And yet, in their muted silence, she heard the harmony they were depicted to portray. A trick of the mind, perhaps … or was it magic?  This place did seem magical, SheRha decided as she followed the circular path around the outer perimeter. In the center, she could see a rounded pool.  She planned on later taking a bath to drown whatever fleas had hitch-hiked a ride in her tawny orange fur.  The possibilities of a comfortable and happy life existed here, she needed to wander no further afar.

The poignant music became louder as she neared the source of it.  There was Malachi standing in a quaint gazebo, fiddling his violin in a dramatic composition.  The stone roof of the gazebo was designed in the ancient architect of the Romans, who perfected the natural acoustics of amphitheater.  SheRha kept walking along the path towards the violinist, unperturbed by the guilt of trespassing.  Khajiits do not have a sense of such privacy.  All the world is their playground and their inherent feline right to explore.  Her tail swayed to the rhythm of his music as both conical ears pitched forwards to catch every emotionally charged note.  Emotions were not unique to humans only; the feline species were quite versatile in expressing anger, sorrow, happiness, and fear.

She gave a quick glance around for the nearest bench and waddled over to sit and enjoy the heartrending performance of Malachi.   The roguish Khajiit purred along with his tempo with periodic sounds of her raspy voice mimicking human singing. She purred softly to comfort herself in the woe of his musical drama. Her few words of deep emotional expression were spoken in Ta'agra, the native language of the Khajiit.  

“ibo booril”,  (to cry sad)  “ifu rawl iitay ayath”, (like rain from sky )