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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
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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I must be cursed after watching attack of the clones. I always imagine Mandolorians having New Zealander accents and it's not doing them any favours. :P
Sabine was in a state of focus once she had finished her breakfast. Yesterday, she was terrified of the trials, but if this one was anything like the last one, all she needed to do was stay focussed. She wasn't sure whether her anxiety would build up again, but she doubted that it would once she was in the midst of the trial. Not unless it triggered her memories. She looked to Meesei for reassurance, then to Thorantilth. She stood up straight and nodded once. She was ready now.
With how Kaleeth was one step away from bouncing off the walls, Janius felt slow and lumbering in comparison. He could hardly get a word in. From talking to her during breakfast, it was clear that she knew quite a bit about hunting in the marsh. Specifically it was more than Janius knew about the area. Breakfast was over quick enough, then all that was left before heading out was what Kaleeth mentioned; weapons and supplies.
Kaleeth-Rei's hug wasn't something that took Janius particularly off guard this time. Perhaps because he had gotten used to her contact. Technically, she was right about not him being forced to do this, but the guilt came back and made it uncomfortable. As he returned the hug, he sighed and wondered if he should just be honest with Kaleeth right now. No, not before the ritual, he reminded himself. "It's no problem, Kaleeth. I want to help you out, and I like hunting anyway." He said. Their embrace lasted for a moment longer than Janius expected, but he didn't realise until they pulled away. Janius flashed a smile and started towards the common hut. Even though he had just eaten, he had a bad taste in his mouth.
As he had mentioned before, Janius didn't wear his armour to hunt. He picked out his axe and a few skinning supplies in a bag, as well as a magicka potion and a health potion. He remembered Kaleeth mentioning that she used a spear and a bow, but Janius found that lightning spells could hurt or stun game well enough. That and he was a better shot with magic. "All ready?" Janius asked once he had everything gathered.
With how Kaleeth was one step away from bouncing off the walls, Janius felt slow and lumbering in comparison. He could hardly get a word in. From talking to her during breakfast, it was clear that she knew quite a bit about hunting in the marsh. Specifically it was more than Janius knew about the area. Breakfast was over quick enough, then all that was left before heading out was what Kaleeth mentioned; weapons and supplies.
Kaleeth-Rei's hug wasn't something that took Janius particularly off guard this time. Perhaps because he had gotten used to her contact. Technically, she was right about not him being forced to do this, but the guilt came back and made it uncomfortable. As he returned the hug, he sighed and wondered if he should just be honest with Kaleeth right now. No, not before the ritual, he reminded himself. "It's no problem, Kaleeth. I want to help you out, and I like hunting anyway." He said. Their embrace lasted for a moment longer than Janius expected, but he didn't realise until they pulled away. Janius flashed a smile and started towards the common hut. Even though he had just eaten, he had a bad taste in his mouth.
As he had mentioned before, Janius didn't wear his armour to hunt. He picked out his axe and a few skinning supplies in a bag, as well as a magicka potion and a health potion. He remembered Kaleeth mentioning that she used a spear and a bow, but Janius found that lightning spells could hurt or stun game well enough. That and he was a better shot with magic. "All ready?" Janius asked once he had everything gathered.
xD No problem. G'night!
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Do whatever you want, Tunxeek isn't so major at this point. :)
Somehow despite his physiology, Tazzak's eyes lit up when the old prisoner pointed out the landed skiff. "-No- -not Mos Shuuta-" Tazzak buzzed, plodding to the skiff through the sand "-I know a guy in Mos Espa- -I don't care what you guys do, but Teemo will keep hunting, I want off this planet, out of this system-" he motioned up to the sky, his tone was obviously attempting more drama than his synthesiser would allow, "-out of this galaxy if possible-"
Tazzak's squat legs climbed up the skiff and he checked the controls and the systems to make sure nothing was damaged. "-You guys saved my life after you made me wanted for stealing Teemo's freighter, so we aren't quite even- -do you want a ride out of this desert or not?-" He pulled a lever on the skiff controls and the engine whirred to life, "-By the way- -Who are you crazy people?-"
Tazzak's squat legs climbed up the skiff and he checked the controls and the systems to make sure nothing was damaged. "-You guys saved my life after you made me wanted for stealing Teemo's freighter, so we aren't quite even- -do you want a ride out of this desert or not?-" He pulled a lever on the skiff controls and the engine whirred to life, "-By the way- -Who are you crazy people?-"
I'm thinking of doing a post, but first, are there any settlements in the area other than Mos Shuuta where Tazzak might know to buy a ship? I'd like him to roll a Knowledge (Local) check to see if there's anywhere else to go with that skiff.
Fendros sounded a descending and impressed whistle. He had imagined a wamasu to be big and deadly, but if he didn't know better, he would have thought them to be bred for war. Looking to Ahnasha when she chuckled, Fendros saw just how tantalized she had become. No wonder. A challenge like that would be a memorable one. Though, Fendros himself wasn't so enthused about hunting one without finding out more about it. With such a hide as described, he wasn't even sure that werewolf claws would be of any use against it.
Similarly, Janius was interested to hear about the wamasu. He now understood completely what Kaleeth meant when she mentioned that a wamasu was only for a group hunt. Or a pack hunt, he thought. As for the hunt tomorrow, Janius conceded that he would have to make do without others. However, if it was to help Kaleeth train for her upcoming wamasu hunt, then he supposed that he could treat it as such. Well, rather than ambushing each other in a pool of water.
It wasn't long before they had all finished their meals amongst other idle conversation. Many of the villagers had dispersed by now, and it was time for the pack to retire to bed as well.
For a while, Tunxeek watched and learned from Sabine's alchemy. Now that he thought he had reached the point where he wasn't going to set Sabine off in a panic, he tried to get to know her better. "So, do you have a family in your tribe?"
While she worked, Sabine still answered quietly and tersely, but at least it was an answer. "My... friends are my family."
"Okay... how about your parents?" Tunxeek seemed a little confused.
Sabine didn't answer.
"Did you lose them?"
Sabine thought for a moment. "I never met them."
Tunxeek glanced away and nodded in comprehension. He decided that prying into her past was probably not the best idea, so he decided to change the subject. "Hmm, what do you do for fun?"
Sabine actually paused and looked up at Tunxeek, she hadn't been asked that before. At least, not for as long as she could remember. It wasn't often she did things solely for fun, so at first she was at a loss. She looked down at her hands and found one answer. "I... make potions?" she said quietly, still thinking, "... and climb trees... and-" her body jolted as a tiny laugh escaped her nose. Her mouth twitched upwards, "I put a beetle on Janius' face when he... when he has his eyes closed."
At the last point, Tunxeek actually grinned and chuckled lightly himself. Sabine suddenly seemed a whole lot less strange. "I have done that to father once. he was very cross, but I laughed hard."
Tunxeek wanted to talk more, but they both turned around when they heard some people come into the common hut. He heard the pack talking as they approached the door as well. He looked to Sabine one more time. "I need to go to bed before father comes to find me. I will see you tomorrow, Sabine." He then stood up walked out of the hut. Sabine looked on from where she sat until he was out of sight, then finished up with the batch of salve she was mixing.
The pack fell asleep under a shelter for the first time in a while. Their business in the village was not done yet, but today had mostly proceeded without incident.
Similarly, Janius was interested to hear about the wamasu. He now understood completely what Kaleeth meant when she mentioned that a wamasu was only for a group hunt. Or a pack hunt, he thought. As for the hunt tomorrow, Janius conceded that he would have to make do without others. However, if it was to help Kaleeth train for her upcoming wamasu hunt, then he supposed that he could treat it as such. Well, rather than ambushing each other in a pool of water.
It wasn't long before they had all finished their meals amongst other idle conversation. Many of the villagers had dispersed by now, and it was time for the pack to retire to bed as well.
For a while, Tunxeek watched and learned from Sabine's alchemy. Now that he thought he had reached the point where he wasn't going to set Sabine off in a panic, he tried to get to know her better. "So, do you have a family in your tribe?"
While she worked, Sabine still answered quietly and tersely, but at least it was an answer. "My... friends are my family."
"Okay... how about your parents?" Tunxeek seemed a little confused.
Sabine didn't answer.
"Did you lose them?"
Sabine thought for a moment. "I never met them."
Tunxeek glanced away and nodded in comprehension. He decided that prying into her past was probably not the best idea, so he decided to change the subject. "Hmm, what do you do for fun?"
Sabine actually paused and looked up at Tunxeek, she hadn't been asked that before. At least, not for as long as she could remember. It wasn't often she did things solely for fun, so at first she was at a loss. She looked down at her hands and found one answer. "I... make potions?" she said quietly, still thinking, "... and climb trees... and-" her body jolted as a tiny laugh escaped her nose. Her mouth twitched upwards, "I put a beetle on Janius' face when he... when he has his eyes closed."
At the last point, Tunxeek actually grinned and chuckled lightly himself. Sabine suddenly seemed a whole lot less strange. "I have done that to father once. he was very cross, but I laughed hard."
Tunxeek wanted to talk more, but they both turned around when they heard some people come into the common hut. He heard the pack talking as they approached the door as well. He looked to Sabine one more time. "I need to go to bed before father comes to find me. I will see you tomorrow, Sabine." He then stood up walked out of the hut. Sabine looked on from where she sat until he was out of sight, then finished up with the batch of salve she was mixing.
The pack fell asleep under a shelter for the first time in a while. Their business in the village was not done yet, but today had mostly proceeded without incident.
Hm, do we have anything else for this day, or should we wrap it up?
Fendros smiled back at Ahnasha, then looked to Janius. "As much as I've been avoiding being painted, it's sounding like duty is calling this time." He brushed his hand across the air towards Janius and Kaleeth, politely rebuffing the offer, "You go and enjoy."
"Very well," Janius replied to everyone, then smiled to Kaleeth, "so, will any of your friends be joining, or will it just be the two of us?" He should have expected as much from the pack, probably none of them would be comfortable if they were too involved with him seducing someone. It was just unfortunate that he was trying to avoid doing that this time. At least, avoiding insofar as not hurting Kaleeth's feelings in the process. It seemed he wasn't going to have the pack's help in postponing their bonding as far as he could see. It just wasn't Janius' day today. He would have to avoid taking their friendship further in other ways.
Tunxeek considered for a moment whether he wanted to confide in Sabine. It was a few years ago now, but there was still some pain. He sat down and put the words together. He looked at Sabine's alchemical equipment while he spoke. "Many seasons ago, my mother went to hunt, and came back in the arms of one of the hunters. She was dead. It was said she had been taken by a crocodile because she was reckless. By the time they killed the crocodile, mother had died because she had lost blood. I cried for a long time. When I stopped crying, I was scared. Mother was reckless, I didn't want to die like her, so I kept being too careful about everything. I could not leave anything half-done, and I could not stand to finish something if it was not perfect. I also did things that did not matter, like always groom my claws to the same length every day, and always stick fish scales to each corner of my bedroll before sleeping. If I did not do those things, I would get scared, because I was being reckless. I would die in pain, like mother did. I did not have a name before then, but my naming day came, and I was called Tunxeek; 'Worries-Over-Scales.'" Despite the obvious difficulty that Tunxeek had faced, he spoke clearly, as if he had either overcome it, or was hiding his emotions.
Sabine payed attention and continued to stare. Tunxeek's anxiety was slightly different, but she showed some empathy in her eyes. "Do you still get scared?"
"Not as much as before," Tunxeek shook his head.
"Why?"
"Father saw that I had a problem when my habits extended to his teachings of magic to me. It was holding me back. He decided to bind me to the Hist again, this time for longer than my naming day. I didn't know what he wanted to do, but I accepted. I went through the same ritual as you are going to do and..." Tunxeek's Cyrodilic completely ran short, his mouth hung open trying to search for describing words, "I... found mother... but I did not... I think... the Hist wanted me to know that..." he groaned in slight frustration, "It is hard to say in Cyrodilic... I was told to... except not told, more... thought, but not my thoughts? Ugh, anyway... I understood to trust a favourable outcome, but also to know that mother died not because she was reckless, but because she was unlucky. She could not have had control over her death, and I could not either. Not really." Tunxeek glanced to Sabine, "It sounds scary, but for me... for me it was relief. I could not be scared of what I could not change. Why should I be?"
Sabine's gaze averted to the space in front of her, considering Tunxeek's words.
"It is probably not the same for you. I know that even telling your mind not to be afraid probably does not work for long. But, I think you will be okay. Especially when the Hist can help you see it in a different way." Tunxeek concluded. With a small smile, Tunxeek looked at the mortar Sabine held with interest. "What are you making?"
Her eyes flicking between Tunxeek and the mortar, she resumed grinding seeds. "Joint pain salve."
"Very well," Janius replied to everyone, then smiled to Kaleeth, "so, will any of your friends be joining, or will it just be the two of us?" He should have expected as much from the pack, probably none of them would be comfortable if they were too involved with him seducing someone. It was just unfortunate that he was trying to avoid doing that this time. At least, avoiding insofar as not hurting Kaleeth's feelings in the process. It seemed he wasn't going to have the pack's help in postponing their bonding as far as he could see. It just wasn't Janius' day today. He would have to avoid taking their friendship further in other ways.
Tunxeek considered for a moment whether he wanted to confide in Sabine. It was a few years ago now, but there was still some pain. He sat down and put the words together. He looked at Sabine's alchemical equipment while he spoke. "Many seasons ago, my mother went to hunt, and came back in the arms of one of the hunters. She was dead. It was said she had been taken by a crocodile because she was reckless. By the time they killed the crocodile, mother had died because she had lost blood. I cried for a long time. When I stopped crying, I was scared. Mother was reckless, I didn't want to die like her, so I kept being too careful about everything. I could not leave anything half-done, and I could not stand to finish something if it was not perfect. I also did things that did not matter, like always groom my claws to the same length every day, and always stick fish scales to each corner of my bedroll before sleeping. If I did not do those things, I would get scared, because I was being reckless. I would die in pain, like mother did. I did not have a name before then, but my naming day came, and I was called Tunxeek; 'Worries-Over-Scales.'" Despite the obvious difficulty that Tunxeek had faced, he spoke clearly, as if he had either overcome it, or was hiding his emotions.
Sabine payed attention and continued to stare. Tunxeek's anxiety was slightly different, but she showed some empathy in her eyes. "Do you still get scared?"
"Not as much as before," Tunxeek shook his head.
"Why?"
"Father saw that I had a problem when my habits extended to his teachings of magic to me. It was holding me back. He decided to bind me to the Hist again, this time for longer than my naming day. I didn't know what he wanted to do, but I accepted. I went through the same ritual as you are going to do and..." Tunxeek's Cyrodilic completely ran short, his mouth hung open trying to search for describing words, "I... found mother... but I did not... I think... the Hist wanted me to know that..." he groaned in slight frustration, "It is hard to say in Cyrodilic... I was told to... except not told, more... thought, but not my thoughts? Ugh, anyway... I understood to trust a favourable outcome, but also to know that mother died not because she was reckless, but because she was unlucky. She could not have had control over her death, and I could not either. Not really." Tunxeek glanced to Sabine, "It sounds scary, but for me... for me it was relief. I could not be scared of what I could not change. Why should I be?"
Sabine's gaze averted to the space in front of her, considering Tunxeek's words.
"It is probably not the same for you. I know that even telling your mind not to be afraid probably does not work for long. But, I think you will be okay. Especially when the Hist can help you see it in a different way." Tunxeek concluded. With a small smile, Tunxeek looked at the mortar Sabine held with interest. "What are you making?"
Her eyes flicking between Tunxeek and the mortar, she resumed grinding seeds. "Joint pain salve."
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