SNOWBALL


I met this mouse and fell in love with it. I made her my companion. Let it warm your heart in the harsh Skyrim.
You will find her in the Hall of the Dead in Whiterun.
I was asked to make a copy of the gray mouse and I was happy to fulfill this request. So Snowball got a friend, Raindrop
.
You can find it in Riften. The Beggars ' district, where she lives under the stairs (door) by the canal. Opposite the alchemy shop.

Features:

- the companion is completely autonomous and does not occupy the satellite slot, it is added to any party
- author's voice acting :)
- immortal
- remains in the York location, left IT where
- do not participate in battles (this is not a bodyguard - it's just a mouse for the soul)
-does not use inventory
- you can feed the mouse with carrots and apples
- you are waiting for gifts (let's say) in the form of things found by your pet.
- Raindrop brings some purses from nowhere. A small but stable income.
- likes cheese (chunks) and nuts in honey.
-you can buy mouse summoning scrolls. They are sold at the Beletor Goods in Whiterun and at the Pawned Shrimp in Riften.
-In the Hall of the Dead you will find (6 balls), with which you can control the behavior of your pets. They are located next to the Snowball. Collect them and put them in the places where you decided to settle the mice. I recommend fixing the balls with the JaxonzPositioner mod. Some of the toys can be placed in the house, the rest of the mouse appeared where you want them to be.
Attention; You can not use balls from AddItemMenu;
If you have assigned a house to the mice using the My House - Your House mod, the toys will not be there.


Snowball's Story

Mom! Mom! Please, please, let's take Snowball in!
Don't make it up. I won't have a mouse in the house.
The relatives of the deceased were relieved to leave the tomb, looking forward to the funeral meal and the pleasant chores associated with receiving the inheritance.
Sorry, Snowball - a heavy salty drop fell on the mouse's nose-here are your balls. Petrie turned and ran from the Hall of the Dead.
Snowball didn't understand at all. His friend, his only friend and protector, was placed in a large wooden box and carried out of the house. Snowball followed, still dazed.
Sometimes the old man sat at the table for a long time, wrote something, sighing, and occasionally coughing. Snowball climbed up on his lap, and nestled in the folds of a warm quilted robe, sweetly dozing. Or, perched on his shoulder, he would watch his friend's hand as it scribbled intricate patterns on the yellow parchment.
Sometimes the old man would pick up a lute and sing songs in an unknown language, and Snowball would feel solemn and a little sad. He understood that the song is sung about something important and significant, which you need to know and remember always.
The first thing Snowball remembered in his life was the huge fur hat he had spent his childhood in. How he got into it is unknown. One morning he woke up and realized his presence in this world in and in this hat. It must have been brought into the house in it, and it was a gift, perhaps an act of charity, for how many tiny, helpless creatures are sometimes on the verge of death, abandoned by everyone and useless to anyone.


The story of Raindrop

Where are you, you beast?! Raindrop! Go cho I have!
These familiar words had not been spoken for several days. And no one offered nuts and cheese. Raindrop
was starving. It was especially hard when food was scattered everywhere. But this is someone else's. Don't take someone else's, Norma-Jean said, they'll kill you. Although this did not apply to the purses that Norma taught Raindrop
to pull out from gawking passers-by.
Ek it has managed, Madezi said disgustedly, it seems that she had enough excess, did not make it to the house. I feel sorry for her, " Edda said, as if apologizing for her sympathy. Or maybe they killed her? Snilf suggested. Killed, dumped in a canal, sort of like her. The Thieves ' Guild must have crossed the road. There's Raindrop carrying her purses every day, and they think about the Guild. So we decided on a competitor.
It did it while Norma was still alive. She gave her a special command, and what was it? Is unknown. So it turns out that this mouse is now useless to us. It will eat and shit.
The mouse listened, and its gray body began to shiver. Its habitual and understandable existence has come to an end. Where to? Is there anything outside of Riften at all? And if there is, what kind of world is it? I don't think it's good, otherwise why would all these people live here, behind its solid stone walls?
All through the night, she had terrible visions of what would happen next. The fat cat who held the Riften market in his paws will not forget how Norma, grabbing him by the scruff, said: "If you touch Raindrop,
I'll drown you!" God forbid that he should see her now that there was no one else to intercede for her.
Yes, and the local inhabitants have often wondered what kind of money Norma is using-Gin and booze gets itself, and something to drink. They began to look askance at Raindrop,
but no one dared to contact her mistress. We knew that the Norm may not be limited to swear words. And Raindrop
remembered one visit - some lady was looking for Norma and poured threats in her address. You will learn from me how to cross the Maven Road, " she said at last.
To run!.. To run... But where? Who needs mice in this world?