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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
P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
Michael Leunig. The Curly Pyjama Letters.

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So, where did we want to head to next?

We can probably summarise all of the drama-free events that the pack does for their preparation. At any rate, though, I think Sabine would be doing this stuff in parallel with trying to find able people amongst the clan to join in her pack with Do'Rhajul.
Smiles spread quietly around the pack, one by one.

"Look how far we've come," Fendros said. He glanced to each in the pack. "Over fifteen years ago, a pack started. A family. We were scurrying about the wilderness chasing the next quarry. The next achievement." His eyes lowered. "And here we are. We've grown in power, in responsibility. We have children who are already chasing things like we did, for better or worse. I feel like I have done more in these years than I would have in an entire elven lifetime."

Fendros pursed his lips at the last words. He breathed in, clearly holding back emotion.

"I should surely leave such speeches until just before our invasion," he continued. "I just...I think I have taken notice with all this reminiscing and going back to things we used to do." He frowned at the table.
The response to Meesei was subdued, but positive, with smiles coming to just about everyone's mouths. After a second, Fendros' smile in particular curled up more tightly than the others. He held a knuckle to his mouth to stifle a laugh to silence and breathed in through his nose.

"What's so funny?" Janius asked.

Fendros looked to Janius knowingly. "Someone is about to suggest we go for a swim."

"Hah!" Janius grinned. "Just like we used to. That said, I hear that the Bards College in Solitude holds its recitals soon. Perhaps we might go and see a performance?"

"I would be happy if we just got to hunt together," Sabine said. "Without the full moons. Just us."
Fendros smiled. "Then we'll visit them," he said, before looking to the others. "Anyone is welcome to come with us. We'll send word ahead; we will not be leaving immediately." Fendros glanced at Lorag briefly. Only him and Meesei were unoccupied by other conversation.

In the pause, Fendros turned to Meesei. "Do you have any plans for yourself, Meesei? Anything you wish to do?"

Janius drew his words out to console Kaleeth. "No, no, I do not think so, dear. They're your parents." He paused and thinned his lips. "Listen, would you rather risk finding out they hate you or would you rather never see them again? Maybe...maybe it would be worth it for Julan, at least. He should see his grandparents and learn more about your culture."
"He is not the type to-" Fendros stopped and fumbled over his words. "He...I do not want to say my father is free of pettiness. You know he isn't. But I do not believe he will go out of his way to reveal all our secrets. He has disowned me, not sworn vengeance. Nevertheless, he will not be happy to see any more non-Dunmer relations." Fendros closed his eyes and sighed through his nose. "Your are correct about the others, though. They'll keep our secret." He opened his eyes and looked to Ahnasha with a little more hope. "If I am honest, I look forward to seeing everyone again. Llarasa has been always asking about how Rhazii has grown."

Janius picked up on Kaleeth immediately. He reached a hand up to her shoulder and smiled at her comfortingly. "I doubt they have stopped thinking about you," he murmured softly. "I just know, it's a lot easier for us to travel as a pack these days. We have a much better chance at finding your family again if you felt like it. It just might be nice before..." He shrugged. "...this invasion gets underway."

Without much else to add, Sabine listened in on Janius and Kaleeth's conversation. She leant in towards them. "I wish to visit Ariel in Thorn. I could teleport you around Black Marsh. We could search for your village, Kaleeth."
Fendros turned his curled fingers up and shook his head a tiny amount as if at a loss. "Well, they are partly correct. About approval of us, that is. Whether my family will like yours is difficult to say. Monderyn and mother might like you, but that doesn't mean they have completely let go of their prejudices. Mother had a hard enough time coming to terms with us." Fendros turned his head to look at Ahnasha. He looked almost pained to ask. " you think...your family would take being belittled?"
Janius did not press Lorag further. His only intention was to put the idea in Lorag's head.

Fendros peered up at Ahnasha and looked down again just as quickly. His mouth shifted uncomfortably. "I had been hoping to keeping putting it off, honestly. Even without your family knowing about our lycanthropy, most of mine are still...traditional. But if we must, perhaps we can have them meet somewhere off the vineyard. Away from father."

"He's still been stubborn with you?" Janius asked. "Even after all these years."

Fendros shook his head. "I haven't heard a word from him since I first told him about everything. If it weren't for Llarasa's letters, I wouldn't know whether he still existed."

I know I've kept you guys waiting for literal months. It's just both chronologically and thematically better if I finish this Slag post with Termite, and preferably also finish the next Murmur post. Both are meant to take place between Xos' temporary retreat and his return which sparks the big confrontation.

All good, I've got other stuff I can do in the meantime :)
@Rtron See you later rtron! Thanks for your time. I hope we can see you again soon :)

I wouldn't be against moving towards wrapping things up. I could probably get to it in...pfffff...half a year at my current pace, maybe? Let's see, if I'm going that way...

~ Conata has two posts left at the very least. Both are collabs.

~ Toun is pretty much a narrative free agent once he deals with Xos. Speaking of which, I've yet to start that collab with Cyclone. I've been waiting on your signal there, my dude. Beyond that, his long term plans would require no small amount of stewing, so I think I'll address the endgame before that can happen.

~ Yorum has been fun, but it has a few more posts before the planned stuff finishes. I might have to reconcile with that project once I get the next post out.

~ Mira and Cinead had scribble notes for their next dramas, but I'm not sure I'll get time for them.

So, four large posts at minimum.

That's about it. I'm not at burnout with this RP yet, but I can understand if you guys are. I've had a lot of distractions keeping me fresh.

Ideas are forming in my mind to how Toun is going to react to it all. It's yummy.
"It's all the same to us, captain," Marod responded to Lorag. "It's in all of our interests for now to leave the past alone."

The friendly atmosphere fell sharply serious with Meesei's next order of business. She said what had been at the backs of all their heads, to varying degrees.

The eyes of the pack turned down. Janius was the first to speak, itching at the back of his neck. "I suppose it would be nice to visit our families one last time. My family, Sabine's, Ahnasha's, Fendros'...Maybe even yours, Kaleeth?"

Fendros stayed quietly frowning. The question of his father was unspoken but obvious. Fortunately for him, it was not the only unresolved matter.

"Perhaps..." Janius cleared his throat. "If we might speak as a pack, in private?"

Lunise and Marod did not take long to respectfully shuffle out of the meeting room.

"Lorag?" Janius resumed. He proceeded cautiously. "Ever thought about, uh...What that kid in Cheydinhal might be up to?"
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