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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 think I'm alright. Gallus would have changed a number of ways in the intervening time, but I'm not sure there would be much to say. I reckon I'll just summarise it in my next post and we can move on.
"I know, but..." Sabine held her mouth silently open. She wished she could tell Ko'tanza the truth. However, Ko'tanza did not lie. Sabine took another second or two to let go of her response before drawing Tzirret and Ko'tanza both into a hug. Her eyes were shut against their shoulders. The two of them promised as much as they could be expected to.

"You can count on these ones," Tzirret added. "You can count on Meesei, and you can count on yourself."

"Of course," Sabine said sadly. "I just get nervous. Thank you both."

The three of them pulled away slowly.

Sabine tried to smile a little. "I should perhaps try to help you find Gallus and the others now. Or did you want to settle with the child back in the Silent City?"
Sabine flushed and breathed out a laugh at Ko'tanza's teasing. Though what Ko'tanza said afterwards caused Sabine to hold her breath. A wave came over her that forced the air out of her lungs and made her scrunch her eyes shut.

Tzirret leaned in, concerned. "Is Sabine okay?"

All Sabine could manage was to nod and carefully hand Miruza back to Ko'tanza. "Tzirret. Ko'tanza. I...I trust you. I must not tell you why but...should Meesei come to you harmed I want you to promise me she will not die..." her voice trailed off into a harsh tightness in her throat. Tears sprung out of the corners of her eyes.

With appropriate care, Tzirret shuffled to beside Sabine and Ko'tanza and put a hand each on their shoulders. He glanced to Ko'tanza to affirm, before craning his head down to look up at Sabine. "We promise these two will do everything they can," he said slowly and confidently.
"Perhaps he should try travelling first," Sabine suggested. "There are many strange and wonderful sights across Tamriel. I think learning perspective from different lands may help him find what he wants." She smiled. "But be wary of that. He might find a new place from which he does not want to re-...Oh..."

Miruza's protests made Sabine give Ko'tanza a sympathetic look on the baby Khajiit's behalf. However, behind it was genuine regret. "I would very much like to catch up. But I fear the limited responsibilities of a young apprentice are behind both of us these days." She took in a slow breath. "Especially with...things right now. If I have spare time and energy, I will seek you out. But until then I can only promise to get all the people I care about together after this invasion and hold them tightly. I will probably cry."
Sabine readily followed Ko'tanza's gestures, easing Miruza into her grasp with a smile.

Tzirret answered while they handed the baby over. "I still think he will find someone eventually. You and your sister do sometimes crowd him overmuch."

Miruza began to squirm in Sabine's arms. Sabine stared down at her with such an endeared look that she might have melted. There was no telling how comfortable Miruza would remain in the following moments, but at least Sabine spotted the tiny Khajiit open her big eyes for a squinting, grumpy look at her new carrier.

"You two are lucky," Sabine mentioned. "Your child is such a sweet thing."

Tzirret put an arm around Ko'tanza. "The sweetest thing," he said.

Sabine turned her eyes up. "I recall your little brother. Um...something-Basa, correct? Is he having trouble?"
Sabine was somehow less anxious to respond to Ko'tanza's suggestion. "Oh, I do not think either of us want an extravagant wedding. Just an intimate ceremony. I still remember Fendros and Ahnasha's. It was small. But even when watching it was so...just nice."

Mention of Miruza brought Sabine out of her reminiscing. "I...believe Gallus is leading some infantry. He has taken to more responsibility over the years but I do not see home very often. I hear he reunited with Uthri romantically. Perhaps you can find him with the other officers." She shifted in place. "I will help you find him, but first...um..." She looked down at Miruza again. "May I hold her? Just for a moment?"
Sabine put a hand to her stomach and curled her fingers gently around the front of her dress. "Karl is back in the Silent City, attending to a the dwemer machines we may be employing in the invasion. I will introduce you to him when I can, I think."

Tzirret tilted his ear at Sabine's nervousness, but he remained smiling. "These Khajiit would very much like to attend Sabine's and Karl's wedding if possible. And if you would have us."

"Yes! Marriage. Um..." Sabine took another breath. "It was strange, Karl and I stumbled upon the possibility of marrying in conversation by accident. I fear he may ask me very soon. I just made him hold his proposal until after the invasion." She glanced with a nervous smile at Ko'tanza and Tzirret. "I did not want him distracted. Nor myself."
"That is true," Sabine said, lowering her eyes. "I do not see Pieter very often anymore. We drifted apart after the battle at the stronghold. We were both young and...it affected him strongly. Tzirret has probably told you."

Tzirret nodded. "About his arm, yes, he did tell Ko'tanza. But Khajiit was too young and nervous to know exactly how else it changed him. I could only see the hurt." He tried smiling. "I did visit the rest of my old pack once since I have been here. Perhaps I will try to find Pieter later and talk to him more personally."

At that, Sabine smirked at Tzirret. "You have changed as well, Tzirret. Ko'tanza, I hope it was not too much effort teaching him how to approach people of his own initiative?"

"Ah! Sabine speaks unfairly," Tzirret laughed quietly.
I feel like I'm on a streak of busy OOC posts :P

My sister is visiting from Aus this weekend and I've been busy. I'll try to get a response in on the bus tomorrow.
Sabine did not have much to say to Ko'tanza another than a sombre "I know."

Had she been given a minute longer, she might have attempted to alleviate Ko'tanza and Tzirret's concerns, but Sabine was just as happy to shift the topic to something brighter.

She grinned with her eyes down, running some fingers across her hair to get it out of her face. "I actually met someone before the dragon story. We are still together. His name is Karl, we worked in the scholar's loft together. He studies dwemer artefacts." She took a wistful breath. "He is a very understanding man. And intelligent."

"How long have you two been together?" Tzirret asked.

Sabine said the words before she realised them. "Long enough that I want to marry him."
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