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Dear Mr Curly,
I have done little travelling lately because I have been so dreadfully weary. Can it be true as the old Ecclesiastes said; that all things lead to weariness? Surely not. Perhaps the opposite is true: that all nothings lead to weariness. I have a peculiar feeling, Curly, that I am worn out from something I haven't yet done and the more I don't do it, the more exhausted I become. How strange. Could it be something I haven't realised? Perhaps it's something I haven't said? Something I haven't finished! It must be very large and true whatever it is and a lively struggle in the doing but I look forward to it immensely. I know I need it. First, however, I must curl up in my chair and sleep deeply with the duck. Perhaps I'll dream of this thing and wake up refreshed and do it. My fond wishes to you Mr. Curly, and to all Curly Flat.
Yours sleepily,
Vasco Pyjama
xxx
P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
Michael Leunig. The Curly Pyjama Letters.

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"I just need to check one item in particular," Fendros said, sliding out from their blanket. "I'm not sure I could sleep until I do. You stay and rest, I'll try not to take too long."

Fendros brought his palm gently to Ahnasha's head and gave her a kiss on the temple. Then he stood up with a deep breath, exhaling tiredly between his fingers as he made for the door.

The pack's quarters were especially quiet at this time of night. Fendros couldn't shake the feeling that he should already know which book Meesei was referring to. He put the question down to his mental fog and went with the assumption that he would know when he saw it.
Fendros looked ahead, leaning his elbows on his legs. A flush went over him as he pulled back his frustrations over Ahnasha's continued delving into dangerous magic. He levelled his tone carefully, but in doing so partially gave away his overall misgivings: "It's different now. She may have kept her word when Molag Bal himself expressed interest. But now, if she decides to betray us, she may not have to answer to her master."

He turned to look at Ahnasha. He almost pleaded more reasons, but caught himself short. "We can talk about it more, but...Meesei isn't speaking out of nothing." He sighed and ran his hand over his ear. "Besides, there is something I need to check in Meesei's study."
"We talked about a number of things," Fendros said. "Warnings were among them, but not particular worry." Fendros turned his head slightly away from Ahnasha, looking at her eyes. "What did she warn you about? You look as if it might be more than just overprotectiveness."
Fendros awoke with the same tightness in his chest and eyes that he had saying goodbye. He sat up and wiped his eyes, realising he had been weeping in his sleep. When his eyes found Ahnasha, he swallowed, tried and failed to bury his grief, and then embraced her.

A time passed. He did not track how long it was. He let the fact of Meesei's departure run through and turn his emotions roiling.

When he finally had the temper back to ask, he murmured to Ahnasha. "It was Meesei in my dream. What was yours?"
Fendros' eyes drifted ahead. Beyond the creeping grief, the realisation of Meesei's coming departure made Fendros feel a fool for talking in such a detached manner. The hug that followed helped him move on to more important things.

He returned the hug just as tightly. As much as he pressed his lips together and closed his eyes, he couldn't stop himself from starting to cry once more.

"Thank you, Meesei," he said after a slow breath. "Thank you for everything you were to me and the pack. Pass my regards to Ri'vashi, and tell Do'rhajul Sabine was right about him. And...if this is to be goodbye...good hunting."
Fendros nodded firmly. "I understand. I had considered that I would tell those unwilling to follow our new agreements to leave the clans and roam independently, as our pack used to." He sighed. "I had not considered the daedric opinion."

For a short moment, Fendros clasped his hands and held his breath as if about to continue, but his thoughts ran dry. "I will meditate on this more. I cannot see myself doing nothing to ready ourselves for a conflict or whatever form this might take. I should like to include you in discussing the situation as it develops."
The memory of Lunise when they had returned in victory flashed through Fendros' mind like the end of a melancholy dream. Even without his heart pierced with his own overwhelming sympathies towards her, the way Lunise normally carried herself made her breakdown a shock to Fendros.

He nodded. "Of course." He swallowed down his emotions. "I don't think I need to tell you her current state. We are looking after her as well as we can." He scrunched his eyes shut as an unwelcome thought crossed his mind. "She will not overly resent our being able to meet with you, will she? No...nevermind. You know her better than I."
Fendros blew a breath out through his lips. "I am sure it was a generous boon to receive, though you will forgive my being overwhelmed at the idea of it. There are so many unknowns out there." He smiled. "But, I am sure if anyone can explore the expanse of existence carefully, it would be you. Just don't get eaten by a strange monster out there, will you?"

He cast his eyes down. He falsely started to speak, and then tried again. "I was going to ask if you had any messages, actually. I am glad you will be able to speak to everyone personally."

At a loss, Fendros tilted his head forward and ran his hand back over his hair. "Tomorrow begins a busy day. I am surprised I was able to sleep at all. Don't take this the wrong way, Meesei, but you left me some rather large shoes to fill."
Fendros laughed too at the thought of Ahnasha setting roots. He conceded the point with a tilt of his head.

The turn to Sabine made Fendros smile somberly. "It's still somehow hard to think of her as anything but the quiet little alchemist following along our tracks. But, I can say she's already an amazing woman, thanks in no small part to your love, Meesei. I hope Ahna and I can be as successful a guardian as you were."

He craned his head forward. "I cannot remember if she said as much or if I simply am guessing, but her and Karl may be planning on having a child now that peace is here. That child will grow up hearing stories about you."
"Oh, Rhazii and Julan had smiles once the tears of relief had abated," Fendros recalled. "I can understand, though before then I had not put in my mind that they were scared for the worst."

He exhaled and cast his eyes down.

"But the future...yes, well, Ahna and I had spoken hopefully of it during the war. Now we shall see how much of it comes true." He smiled. "We will be seeing firstly to Rhazii's future. We'll keep teaching him, though he will need a tutor. Not just because of General Ri'vashi's sacrifice. The opportunities for a warrior in the next decade...I would rather not those be the only opportunities my son has."

He clasped his hands together.

"As for Ahna and I. We have many years together now. I do not intend to waste them." He looked at Meesei. "I will be busy, but we shall have more time together to spend peacefully. I want to build a home with Ahnasha. I want to experience passions with her, the activities that fascinate us. I want to hunt with her and travel with her and...all we can." He chuckled. "And perhaps open a hunting supply store in Skyrim to throw off her wonderful family, we'll see. I hope my family can get closer to her and Rhazii as well."

Finally, Fendros looked up into the canopy.

"The rest of the pack remains my family too. Even Sabine, after her independence. They are my best friends. If we can live a life we can be proud of, if we can provide for our children, I would call that a good future."
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