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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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"Yes, Bravil is actually my home town," Janius added, "Skooma does the rounds there as well. I've seen how it destroys people. Moon sugar, however...I don't know enough about, only that it seems to be in just about everything in this province." Janius chuckled, finding an anecdote to keep the tone of the conversation jovial. "It's going to be hard for Fendros, our Dunmer. He has this hypersensitivity to the stuff. Not in a good way, mind. There was this festival we went to in Black Marsh that had some Khajiit pastries. He ate a portion unwittingly and he ended up with crawling skin, vomiting, and hallucinations. Ugly to watch, but quite the spectacle, all the same."
Uthri seemed incredulous, "How much sugar did he have? It sounds like he was swimming in it."
"Only a couple of mouthfuls of pastry. Like I said, overly sensitive. I haven't a clue why," Janius explained.
There was a shrug from Uthri, but she didn't sound convinced. Instead, she turned her attention to the various Khajiit in the group. "There is one thing I have always been curious about. How is moon sugar made, anyway? Do you mine it out of the ground or something?"
Uthri seemed incredulous, "How much sugar did he have? It sounds like he was swimming in it."
"Only a couple of mouthfuls of pastry. Like I said, overly sensitive. I haven't a clue why," Janius explained.
There was a shrug from Uthri, but she didn't sound convinced. Instead, she turned her attention to the various Khajiit in the group. "There is one thing I have always been curious about. How is moon sugar made, anyway? Do you mine it out of the ground or something?"
Janius turned his head down to face Kaleeth and smiled, playing off the concerns in his mind. "Well, I can't force you not to, but moon sugar can be addictive. Just mind yourself."
Tzirret wasn't quite prepared to be asked anything else, but he seemed more eager to talk now that the wine was in effect. "Oh, Pelletine? This is the first time this one has been here, actually. Some images of towns in Anequina are remembered, but that was when Tzirret was a cub. It was dryer there. Much dryer than here." Tzirret shook his head, "No, this is Khajiit's first time in the south. Senchal is very big and impressive, but it is crowded and there were many sad faces on the streets. The forest is also beautiful, but this one still has yet to get used to the thick air and the noise...and the flies." After a small, strange laugh at something, perhaps himself, Tzirret actually responded to Ra'kalesh with his own question. "Has Ra'kalesh or any in your pride been to Cyrodiil?"
Tzirret wasn't quite prepared to be asked anything else, but he seemed more eager to talk now that the wine was in effect. "Oh, Pelletine? This is the first time this one has been here, actually. Some images of towns in Anequina are remembered, but that was when Tzirret was a cub. It was dryer there. Much dryer than here." Tzirret shook his head, "No, this is Khajiit's first time in the south. Senchal is very big and impressive, but it is crowded and there were many sad faces on the streets. The forest is also beautiful, but this one still has yet to get used to the thick air and the noise...and the flies." After a small, strange laugh at something, perhaps himself, Tzirret actually responded to Ra'kalesh with his own question. "Has Ra'kalesh or any in your pride been to Cyrodiil?"
Janius knew immediately what was happening to Kaleeth as spoke. He had been going easy on the wine so he wouldn't be hit by it so hard, but he didn't think to let Kaleeth know. "Oh, that's probably the moon sugar." Janius put an arm around Kaleeth. It was not likely enough to do her any harm unless she had a similar reaction to Fendros, but he would keep an eye on her. "You should probably hold off on the drink for a while. Just let it pass," Janius said, gently taking the wine from her hands and passing it over to the other individual next to Kaleeth. A niggling worry about the addictive nature of moon sugar ran through Janius' mind, but there was no problem he could see yet.
"This gas, it sounds terrifying," Tzirret said, a somewhat less nervous due to the mix of alcohol and moon sugar, "Were any of you caught in it? How does it work?"
"If it is anything like the time it hit our pack a few years ago, it's not pleasant," Janius responded.
"This gas, it sounds terrifying," Tzirret said, a somewhat less nervous due to the mix of alcohol and moon sugar, "Were any of you caught in it? How does it work?"
"If it is anything like the time it hit our pack a few years ago, it's not pleasant," Janius responded.
Man, I'm feeling kind of bad for Peiter. He probably has no idea what's going on.
Tzirret gave a small smile. The image of living in a huge tree, presumably much larger than the outpost they had recently burned down, was a sight that he wanted to see. Unfortunately, Tzirret felt as if there was a cloud hanging over Ciinriel, whether anyone else perceived it or not. Her recent experiences made Tzirret feel as though he had to tread carefully, and so he couldn't really think of much else to ask her. At least, not before Janius kept the conversation going.
"So, we've heard of how you all came upon the clan, but what about life in the clan itself?" Janius asked, looking around to all the pride, "I'm not sure how much Colours said before was just a cover, but apart from that, we've not really heard much about what it was like."
"Hey, Peiter! Peiter!" Uthri called out and waved to Peiter as he approached the camp again. She had a grin, but it lowered as she saw his demeanour more closely. She lowered her hand when it was clear that he was trying to be alone. "Hm, wonder what's got into him?"
"So, we've heard of how you all came upon the clan, but what about life in the clan itself?" Janius asked, looking around to all the pride, "I'm not sure how much Colours said before was just a cover, but apart from that, we've not really heard much about what it was like."
"Hey, Peiter! Peiter!" Uthri called out and waved to Peiter as he approached the camp again. She had a grin, but it lowered as she saw his demeanour more closely. She lowered her hand when it was clear that he was trying to be alone. "Hm, wonder what's got into him?"
Sabine stood staring right back at Peiter. Her mischievous smile was long gone, replaced by an expression that might have been worry or conflict - it was hard to tell. She could hardly breathe. "Peiter, I..." Sabine began to blink as if she was getting upset. She couldn't maintain eye contact, instead looking down at Peiter's collar, "...I have been...confused. I like you, but I..." Sabine lost the rest of her breath. "I do not know if..." she was getting quieter and quieter. Just then, in some kind of second wind, she looked up at Peiter with an almost angry expression through the tears that had been forming and spoke firmly, "Just cast the spell, you fool." Finally, Sabine pulled away and stormed off. She wasn't going for the main talking circle this time, she was going for her alchemy equipment and finding a spot well out of the way of everyone. She couldn't make much of an effort to stop the tears flowing in front of anyone who noticed her on the way.
Janius gave Jo'rashaad a surprised smile, "So you study lycans now? Ha, I think I know someone you might swap notes with if you ever pass through Thorn on the east coast of the marsh. I myself have always been interested to know more about that topic, but I'm not much of a researcher."
Apart from Janius and Kaleeth, there was one last member of the circle that hadn't spoken at all. Against his better judgement, Tzirret leaned forward and asked, curiously, "And, was Ciinriel your name? How did you join the pride?"
Janius gave Jo'rashaad a surprised smile, "So you study lycans now? Ha, I think I know someone you might swap notes with if you ever pass through Thorn on the east coast of the marsh. I myself have always been interested to know more about that topic, but I'm not much of a researcher."
Apart from Janius and Kaleeth, there was one last member of the circle that hadn't spoken at all. Against his better judgement, Tzirret leaned forward and asked, curiously, "And, was Ciinriel your name? How did you join the pride?"
Peiter was right about being so very close to successfully casting a proper spell. With how far they had gone, Sabine was inwardly disappointed that he wanted to pause where they were. However, she could understand Peiter's exhaustion. She would periodically feel the same way at the end of Meesei's lessons.
"You did well." Sabine gave Peiter a wide smile, but it didn't last long. A turn of expression crept over her, causing her to look at the ground and lower her lips to a small frown. She squeezed Peiter's hands for a moment, then looked up to him, trying to regain her previous smile. Instead, her smile became mischievous, "Keep practising. If you cast a spell, I might let you kiss me." She began to stand up with the intent of walking off to join the conversations with the pride.
Tzirret's neck burned as if all its muscles had clenched at once. He stared at La'khay, terrified, "Ah...Tzirret...Khajiit has no desire...-I mean, not that I wouldn't...n-n-no...no gold, Khajiit has no gold-b-b-but this one does not want you to think..."
Everyone enjoyed a laugh at Tzirret's expense, not least of which Uthri. Though, it was Uthri that spoke out in her pack mate's defence. "You push the boy too far, La'khay," she said through her own remaining laughter, "Let's play nice. Tzirret?" She turned to the stammering Khajiit, "Do not take us all too seriously."
Janius commented sympathetically to Colours after he finished, "How harrowing. We had to get a system going whenever we travelled aboard ships. We took one on the way here from the Imperial City via Leyawiin. We have to line it up so that the full moons won't show during the entire voyage. Then on, if anyone has to turn, they do so in the sturdiest cabin with a sack of meat. It's an ordeal, watching over them and making sure the crew doesn't notice. They always assume a land dreugh climbed aboard when they see the scratch marks and beast spirits hate confined spaces. Most of it is about trying to make sure it doesn't come to that in the first place."
"Janius," Tzirret spoke, confused, "This one was told that dreugh do not climb onto ships."
"They don't, Tzirret, not normally," Janius flashed a grin, "That's not to say it's unheard of."
"You did well." Sabine gave Peiter a wide smile, but it didn't last long. A turn of expression crept over her, causing her to look at the ground and lower her lips to a small frown. She squeezed Peiter's hands for a moment, then looked up to him, trying to regain her previous smile. Instead, her smile became mischievous, "Keep practising. If you cast a spell, I might let you kiss me." She began to stand up with the intent of walking off to join the conversations with the pride.
Tzirret's neck burned as if all its muscles had clenched at once. He stared at La'khay, terrified, "Ah...Tzirret...Khajiit has no desire...-I mean, not that I wouldn't...n-n-no...no gold, Khajiit has no gold-b-b-but this one does not want you to think..."
Everyone enjoyed a laugh at Tzirret's expense, not least of which Uthri. Though, it was Uthri that spoke out in her pack mate's defence. "You push the boy too far, La'khay," she said through her own remaining laughter, "Let's play nice. Tzirret?" She turned to the stammering Khajiit, "Do not take us all too seriously."
Janius commented sympathetically to Colours after he finished, "How harrowing. We had to get a system going whenever we travelled aboard ships. We took one on the way here from the Imperial City via Leyawiin. We have to line it up so that the full moons won't show during the entire voyage. Then on, if anyone has to turn, they do so in the sturdiest cabin with a sack of meat. It's an ordeal, watching over them and making sure the crew doesn't notice. They always assume a land dreugh climbed aboard when they see the scratch marks and beast spirits hate confined spaces. Most of it is about trying to make sure it doesn't come to that in the first place."
"Janius," Tzirret spoke, confused, "This one was told that dreugh do not climb onto ships."
"They don't, Tzirret, not normally," Janius flashed a grin, "That's not to say it's unheard of."
G'night!
Sabine's arms extended as Peiter pulled her hands towards him. She wasn't sure how he thought bringing her hands to his chest would help him feel how she manipulated magicka, so she was confused at first, her eyes moving between his hands and his eyes. "Okay...I can do that," Sabine said, slowly pulling her hands to the space between them both. "Hold onto my hands. I will cast as slowly as I can." Sabine brought her hands up between them, facing her palms to one another. "It might help to close your eyes. You won't be distracted by how it looks."
Concentrating as hard as she could to move her magicka slowly, Sabine gathered power between her hands like she had done thousands of times before. Magicka trickled forth and spiralled as if an extension of Sabine's body into a single point. It disappeared from measurable reality as it flowed, taking unseen paths. The paths led to places that held concepts of Mundus itself and began to influence it, reflecting Sabine's will by primal signals of her mind. A small ball of light gathered and grew like a bubble between her palms in response. It stopped growing as it reached the size of an average magelight. She held it for as long as Peiter needed to see it; it was weak enough that she probably could have held it for hours.
While he listened attentively to each of the pride's stories, Tzirret's ears seemed to cringe down to indicate some embarrassment as La'khay gave a recommendation to visit her old brothel. Or at least, that was how Tzirret interpreted it. Not quite having the mind to rule it out, he tried asking to clarify. "Uhm, d-do you mean that the brothel was a nice place? We have been to Senchal." Tzirret put up his hands defensively and widened his eyes, "N-not that Tzirret has set paws in any brothel!"
Janius brought his head back in a laugh. "Tzirret, I don't think we would allow you to purchase services in a brothel, even if you wanted to, for the precise causes of La'khay's turning." Janius said, pointing to La'khay with his little finger while he held the wine bottle that was being passed around. He took a swig as Tzirret retreated further into humiliation. "So," Janius said, passing the wine to Kaleeth, "What of the rest of you?"
Concentrating as hard as she could to move her magicka slowly, Sabine gathered power between her hands like she had done thousands of times before. Magicka trickled forth and spiralled as if an extension of Sabine's body into a single point. It disappeared from measurable reality as it flowed, taking unseen paths. The paths led to places that held concepts of Mundus itself and began to influence it, reflecting Sabine's will by primal signals of her mind. A small ball of light gathered and grew like a bubble between her palms in response. It stopped growing as it reached the size of an average magelight. She held it for as long as Peiter needed to see it; it was weak enough that she probably could have held it for hours.
While he listened attentively to each of the pride's stories, Tzirret's ears seemed to cringe down to indicate some embarrassment as La'khay gave a recommendation to visit her old brothel. Or at least, that was how Tzirret interpreted it. Not quite having the mind to rule it out, he tried asking to clarify. "Uhm, d-do you mean that the brothel was a nice place? We have been to Senchal." Tzirret put up his hands defensively and widened his eyes, "N-not that Tzirret has set paws in any brothel!"
Janius brought his head back in a laugh. "Tzirret, I don't think we would allow you to purchase services in a brothel, even if you wanted to, for the precise causes of La'khay's turning." Janius said, pointing to La'khay with his little finger while he held the wine bottle that was being passed around. He took a swig as Tzirret retreated further into humiliation. "So," Janius said, passing the wine to Kaleeth, "What of the rest of you?"
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