After a pause, Fendros was the first to respond, "I know enough to talk. Most. Not all." He changed to Cyrodilic and glanced at Meesei, "Meesei is a good teacher as well, but Jel is a difficult language."
While Kaleeth was mostly looking away to listen to Fendros, Janius pursed his lips in frustration in response to Lorag. The expression disappeared as soon as Kaleeth next turned her head towards him. "As for just then, Kaleeth, Lorag was using something called sarcasm in his speech," Janius looked over at Lorag accusingly while he spoke, "I think I'll teach you about that another time. It's complicated." He took a short breath and brightened his expression, looking this time to Meesei, "Anyway, Meesei, were there any plans for tomorrow? I've been invited to a hunt."
Over in the common hut, Tunxeek reached the door and looked around. He spotted Sabine with her back to him. She was sitting down laying out alchemical equipment of some description. He knew a little about alchemy, but it was not his strong point. What she intended to make with the ingredients she had prepared was beyond him.
Tunxeek took a deep breath and began to walk towards her. Not so cautiously that he would take her by surprise, but not so loud as to startle her. About halfway towards her, Sabine turned her shoulders and head to look at him rather suddenly. Tunxeek stopped and paused, before trying a smile and raising his palm in greeting. Sabine looked at the floor, then back up at Tunxeek. Tunxeek waited to see if she would ask something, but there were no words from her. Instead, he motioned to a spot next to her, "Can I sit?"
Sabine took a moment to look from side to side, as if evaluating, then calmly turned back to her work without responding.
Having no idea whether it was confirmation or not, Tunxeek curled his lips and waited another moment. With no solid answer, he proceeded to Sabine and sat down near her anyway. She didn't pay any attention to him. She was absorbed in her task by the looks of it. "I want to say sorry for making you upset today. I didn't want to." Tunxeek started. Sabine continued as if he wasn't there. Tunxeek took a cautious tone. He watched on as she crushed some seeds in a mortar and itched his chest nervously. "I know that... you are probably afraid of things. I saw it in your eyes. I used to be afraid of things too. Many things. Especially when mother was killed."
Sabine motions stopped at Tunxeek's last words. She swallowed and continued though.
"I don't know why you are afraid. You might not know either. I won't make you tell me, but if it helps, know that I don't ever want to hurt you, or anyone. Also, I know that when I got afraid, and other people would become afraid because of me, I would become more afraid because I was scaring people. Was that what happened in father's hut?"
Even though Sabine's breathing had noticeably changed, she still didn't respond.
"Well, we just want to help. You do not have to be afraid for father or myself. We can worry for ourselves. It is normal if you do, though. I remember."
Sabine had stilled herself again.
"I will let you make potions." Tunxeek began to get up, "Goodnight."
"I'm sorry," Sabine spoke and caused Tunxeek to stop and look at her.
Tunxeek shook his head slowly and smiled, "There is no problem."
"I'm sorry for... your mother," Sabine clarified, then slowly looked up at him with a beady stare. Her voice was so small that if anyone else was in making any noise in the common hut, she would have been drowned out. "Your mother. What happened?"
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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.
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Smiling uneasily, Janius rubbed one eye and hoped Kaleeth wouldn't inquire further on Lorag's utterly masterful subtlety. In fact, Janius waved his hand low at Lorag dismissively, "It's nothing like that, Lorag, really. Not this time." Being reminded of the dilemma made Janius uneasy for a moment. He shook it off by collecting some of the nearby available meats that had been roasting and began to eat.
Janius' reaction was something that Fendros found curious. It was unlike Janius not to be in a boastful mood with such matters. It made Fendros eye him strangely for a moment, but he dropped the issue. Perhaps he was trying to play some shallow pretend personality game in order to charm his 'prey' for today. Fendros neither fully understood, nor frankly cared. Still, while Kaleeth was here, he figured it would do no harm to start a conversation. "You speak Cyrodilic very well, Kaleeth. Where did you learn? Janius didn't teach you all that in one afternoon, did he?" Fendros said with a joking grin. He had tired himself out speaking Jel for the day, so he was grateful to speak to someone new in Cyrodilic again.
It was by coincidence more than uneasiness around Kaleeth that Sabine decided to get up to head back to the common hut. She had finished the food she had picked out, and it was enough that it didn't concern the pack about her appetite. Often around this time, she would get away from noise and company so her stomach could settle with the food she had kept down.
A distance away, Tunxeek thought he would never get the chance to talk to Sabine before tomorrow, especially now that the last of their group had joined them for dinner. But Kaleeth-Rei had joined them for dinner as well. She was one of the girls who was several years older than him who lived in the common hut. Tunxeek didn't know Kaleeth-Rei well, but he thought perhaps he could ask her a favour to send on his apologies Sabine. He gave the option some consideration, but stopped when he noticed Sabine return to the common hut on her own. I should just go and talk to her now. It won't be painful. Tunxeek thought, wondering why he had to be scared of the outsiders anyway. They weren't unfriendly by the looks. However, in this opportunity, he wouldn't have to deal with them. "I will return," Tunxeek said to his father, before getting up and walking towards the common hut.
Janius' reaction was something that Fendros found curious. It was unlike Janius not to be in a boastful mood with such matters. It made Fendros eye him strangely for a moment, but he dropped the issue. Perhaps he was trying to play some shallow pretend personality game in order to charm his 'prey' for today. Fendros neither fully understood, nor frankly cared. Still, while Kaleeth was here, he figured it would do no harm to start a conversation. "You speak Cyrodilic very well, Kaleeth. Where did you learn? Janius didn't teach you all that in one afternoon, did he?" Fendros said with a joking grin. He had tired himself out speaking Jel for the day, so he was grateful to speak to someone new in Cyrodilic again.
It was by coincidence more than uneasiness around Kaleeth that Sabine decided to get up to head back to the common hut. She had finished the food she had picked out, and it was enough that it didn't concern the pack about her appetite. Often around this time, she would get away from noise and company so her stomach could settle with the food she had kept down.
A distance away, Tunxeek thought he would never get the chance to talk to Sabine before tomorrow, especially now that the last of their group had joined them for dinner. But Kaleeth-Rei had joined them for dinner as well. She was one of the girls who was several years older than him who lived in the common hut. Tunxeek didn't know Kaleeth-Rei well, but he thought perhaps he could ask her a favour to send on his apologies Sabine. He gave the option some consideration, but stopped when he noticed Sabine return to the common hut on her own. I should just go and talk to her now. It won't be painful. Tunxeek thought, wondering why he had to be scared of the outsiders anyway. They weren't unfriendly by the looks. However, in this opportunity, he wouldn't have to deal with them. "I will return," Tunxeek said to his father, before getting up and walking towards the common hut.
A bit of bad timing unfortunately. I'm heading out in a bit, be back in a few hours. :(
So she passed. That was unexpectedly wonderful news. It made Fendros smile in slight relief. With how Sabine had been behaving, he had feared the worst. It raised the question of why she was in such a state this afternoon. Fendros breathed in to ask, but was interrupted by Janius' return.
"Hello everyone," Janius greeted with a small wave, finding himself a seat and motioning for Kaleeth to join him.
Fendros half smiled, "Janius! We were wondering where you had been."
"Oh, just around. Having a swim." Janius motioned to Kaleeth-Rei, introducing the pack from one side to the other, "Kaleeth, this is Fendros...."
Fendros extended his hand and smiled.
"... and Ahnasha... Lorag... Meesei... and Sabine."
While the others responded to their introductions, Sabine only gave a sideways glance to Kaleeth-Rei.
"Sabine is a bit shy," Janius clarified to Kaleeth, before looking to the pack, "Kaleeth-Rei and I had been helping each other with Cyrodilic and Jel respectively. I've still got a long way to go, but Kaleeth has had a head start."
"Hello everyone," Janius greeted with a small wave, finding himself a seat and motioning for Kaleeth to join him.
Fendros half smiled, "Janius! We were wondering where you had been."
"Oh, just around. Having a swim." Janius motioned to Kaleeth-Rei, introducing the pack from one side to the other, "Kaleeth, this is Fendros...."
Fendros extended his hand and smiled.
"... and Ahnasha... Lorag... Meesei... and Sabine."
While the others responded to their introductions, Sabine only gave a sideways glance to Kaleeth-Rei.
"Sabine is a bit shy," Janius clarified to Kaleeth, before looking to the pack, "Kaleeth-Rei and I had been helping each other with Cyrodilic and Jel respectively. I've still got a long way to go, but Kaleeth has had a head start."
His eyes looking between Cora and Solomon, Ilario tried to work out what secret messages they were trying to pass. He got up and prepared himself some tea while the kettle was boiling. Hawk's little apprentice was probably just reinforcing the point of knowing everything about each of them. Ilario had no intention of betraying his employers at this stage, so if it was meant to be a deterrent, he felt no immediate pressure from it.
Ilario sniffed at the air and considered Isabelle's question. "That would depend on whether dear Vestiago is pouring enough spices into a pot for us all. Otherwise, I assume the larder was not eaten by rats during the night, so the preparation would be down to ourselves." Ilario answered, probably without necessarily needing to. "I can smell the expenses of the ingredients from here. I have not tasted such things since... better times. That is awfully hospitable of you to provide such things, Hawk." For once, the venom in Ilario's words were diminished as he nodded to Hawk with a respectful frown.
As Ilario brought a filled teapot to the table, he glanced up to roughly where the bedrooms were. The sooner Edwin arose, the sooner they could be informed of what exactly they were all doing here. That was, if he hadn't stolen off in the night for whatever reason.
Ilario sniffed at the air and considered Isabelle's question. "That would depend on whether dear Vestiago is pouring enough spices into a pot for us all. Otherwise, I assume the larder was not eaten by rats during the night, so the preparation would be down to ourselves." Ilario answered, probably without necessarily needing to. "I can smell the expenses of the ingredients from here. I have not tasted such things since... better times. That is awfully hospitable of you to provide such things, Hawk." For once, the venom in Ilario's words were diminished as he nodded to Hawk with a respectful frown.
As Ilario brought a filled teapot to the table, he glanced up to roughly where the bedrooms were. The sooner Edwin arose, the sooner they could be informed of what exactly they were all doing here. That was, if he hadn't stolen off in the night for whatever reason.
G'night!
"Well, grammar, that's a big subject." Janius said with raised eyebrows. For a moment he twisted his mouth, then dipped his head to one side, "I might be able to help. There are a few things I have noticed about your speech. Let's start with 'do' and 'will', and such."
It took longer than Janius expected to try and teach Kaleeth-Rei the few grammar rules he had in mind. Not only because he couldn't really revert to a language she knew, but also because he hadn't taught such concepts before, let alone to an Argonian who's native language was Jel. Thankfully being in that sort of mindset somewhat distracted him from the event earlier. They spent a while in the water, just talking and refining Kaleeth's Cyrodilic. Some time in, Janius noticed that they were both exchanging looks that he hoped were not pertaining to what he thought they were. Regardless, he enjoyed spending time with her and put off considering it a problem.
Eventually they lost track of time and before long it was getting dark. They emerged from the small river and returned in time for dinner, which was a somewhat communal affair. On the surface it was much like the pack's meals were, except on the scale of a village. Janius looked around and saw where the pack was seated, but looked to Kaleeth, "Where do you normally sit for dinner?" Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he spotted the master-hunter. He hoped that there wouldn't be any more problems, but he doubted that an afternoon of meditation would have completely changed the master-hunter's disposition towards the pack, and him in particular.
Over the time spent between the trial and dinner, Sabine had recovered to the point where she was able to have a meal with the pack by one of the fires. She only took small portions, but was calm enough to be around everyone. Fendros sat by Ahnasha, but was interested to hear about how the trial went. His tone was cautious, having seen Sabine run into the common hut in a panic earlier. "So, how did the trial go today? What did Sabine have to do?" His questions were directed to Meesei as well as Sabine. By Sabine's reply of silence, Meesei's input was probably required.
Tunxeek sat near to his father while he ate, but kept glancing over to the pack. He still felt guilty about upsetting Sabine, but he didn't know exactly how to go about it. He didn't want to make things worse by setting her off again. And the group she was with, the outsiders, they were so foreign. It was intimidating to approach them when they were all gathered together.
It took longer than Janius expected to try and teach Kaleeth-Rei the few grammar rules he had in mind. Not only because he couldn't really revert to a language she knew, but also because he hadn't taught such concepts before, let alone to an Argonian who's native language was Jel. Thankfully being in that sort of mindset somewhat distracted him from the event earlier. They spent a while in the water, just talking and refining Kaleeth's Cyrodilic. Some time in, Janius noticed that they were both exchanging looks that he hoped were not pertaining to what he thought they were. Regardless, he enjoyed spending time with her and put off considering it a problem.
Eventually they lost track of time and before long it was getting dark. They emerged from the small river and returned in time for dinner, which was a somewhat communal affair. On the surface it was much like the pack's meals were, except on the scale of a village. Janius looked around and saw where the pack was seated, but looked to Kaleeth, "Where do you normally sit for dinner?" Out of the corner of his eye, he thought he spotted the master-hunter. He hoped that there wouldn't be any more problems, but he doubted that an afternoon of meditation would have completely changed the master-hunter's disposition towards the pack, and him in particular.
Over the time spent between the trial and dinner, Sabine had recovered to the point where she was able to have a meal with the pack by one of the fires. She only took small portions, but was calm enough to be around everyone. Fendros sat by Ahnasha, but was interested to hear about how the trial went. His tone was cautious, having seen Sabine run into the common hut in a panic earlier. "So, how did the trial go today? What did Sabine have to do?" His questions were directed to Meesei as well as Sabine. By Sabine's reply of silence, Meesei's input was probably required.
Tunxeek sat near to his father while he ate, but kept glancing over to the pack. He still felt guilty about upsetting Sabine, but he didn't know exactly how to go about it. He didn't want to make things worse by setting her off again. And the group she was with, the outsiders, they were so foreign. It was intimidating to approach them when they were all gathered together.
I have to head off for a few hours. I'm not sure if there is much more business in both scenes that I can immediately think of, unless you wanted to play out the dialogue between Kaleeth and Janius some more. I don't mind either way. If you felt like skipping though, we could skip to dinner. I'd like to take the opportunity to try and have Tunxeek apologise around that time.
Janius' thoughts were screaming curses at himself. He wished he could be more apologetic without letting Kaleeth know the pack's nature. He sighed through his nose, but tried to smile back. He would have to tell her the truth at some point. He didn't know when, but he didn't want Sabine to miss out on the ritual. He would have to wait until after. He hoped it wouldn't be too difficult by then. He expected that it would.
"Hm, okay then." Janius spoke in a tone which probably was less enthusiastic than it should have been, given the circumstances. He lowered himself into the water again and spoke, trying to keep his mind off the issue for now. "Well there's..." he chuckled through his nose, "... there's one thing you said. 'Beautiful man'. Usually beautiful is only used to describe women, or feminine things. For men, you would say, 'handsome'. I don't know why, come to think of it, but it's just the way Cyrodilic is."
Tunxeek looked out to the common hut from the door after Meesei explained. Sabine's behaviour was rather alien to him. After Meesei left, he cleaned up the tea set and spoke to his father. "I will apologise to her later. I didn't mean to upset her."
Over in the common hut, Sabine was wrapped in her fur cloak, still with her heart and breathing maintaining a fast pace. Flashing back to her memories, as well as all of the eyes looking at her had completely scrambled her thoughts. It was the first panic attack she had experienced in a while. A wave of comfort washed over her when she felt Meesei's arms around herself. It was calming enough that her panic turned into a quiet sobbing. She wished she didn't have to be afraid, but she was always so close to the edge of it that she felt as if she had hardly any control. It was difficult just to be brave. Sabine stayed swaddled up for about five minuted before she lifted her head and motioned for Meesei to let go. Her eyes were red when she looked up at Meesei. Instead of staying quiet, she whispered to Meesei in a pleading tone, "I feel sick. I don't want to see memories again."
"Hm, okay then." Janius spoke in a tone which probably was less enthusiastic than it should have been, given the circumstances. He lowered himself into the water again and spoke, trying to keep his mind off the issue for now. "Well there's..." he chuckled through his nose, "... there's one thing you said. 'Beautiful man'. Usually beautiful is only used to describe women, or feminine things. For men, you would say, 'handsome'. I don't know why, come to think of it, but it's just the way Cyrodilic is."
Tunxeek looked out to the common hut from the door after Meesei explained. Sabine's behaviour was rather alien to him. After Meesei left, he cleaned up the tea set and spoke to his father. "I will apologise to her later. I didn't mean to upset her."
Over in the common hut, Sabine was wrapped in her fur cloak, still with her heart and breathing maintaining a fast pace. Flashing back to her memories, as well as all of the eyes looking at her had completely scrambled her thoughts. It was the first panic attack she had experienced in a while. A wave of comfort washed over her when she felt Meesei's arms around herself. It was calming enough that her panic turned into a quiet sobbing. She wished she didn't have to be afraid, but she was always so close to the edge of it that she felt as if she had hardly any control. It was difficult just to be brave. Sabine stayed swaddled up for about five minuted before she lifted her head and motioned for Meesei to let go. Her eyes were red when she looked up at Meesei. Instead of staying quiet, she whispered to Meesei in a pleading tone, "I feel sick. I don't want to see memories again."
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