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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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At first, it seemed as though robbing and sinking a ship of innocent sailors was going to be inevitable. Thankfully, Meesei's further reasoning made the alternative plan seem viable and Gallus' smile returned. He was actually surprised to get a hug from Meesei, but he reasoned that the relief brought about by not killing in cold blood was enough justification.
Gallus returned the hug with a laugh of his own and put a finger to his head when they separated. "If rumours are true, Meesei, then I think we know just the scoundrel already." He became more serious for a moment, however, "Let's not get too excited yet. We should make sure that the plan is possible first."
Gallus put his hands on his hips and looked around. "Now, where would we find Colours at this time of day?"
"She is a mage," Tzirret said plainly, "This one has seen her use some powerful magic. She can do this thing where she..." Tzirret tried explaining with unhelpful gestures, and then found words, "...turns into lightning. Her entire body. It is nothing this one has ever seen before."
This time, Tzirret tried to be a little less passive in the conversation with these new people. The topic gave him some direction, despite his clear tension. "Are there other...rumours about her?"
Gallus returned the hug with a laugh of his own and put a finger to his head when they separated. "If rumours are true, Meesei, then I think we know just the scoundrel already." He became more serious for a moment, however, "Let's not get too excited yet. We should make sure that the plan is possible first."
Gallus put his hands on his hips and looked around. "Now, where would we find Colours at this time of day?"
"She is a mage," Tzirret said plainly, "This one has seen her use some powerful magic. She can do this thing where she..." Tzirret tried explaining with unhelpful gestures, and then found words, "...turns into lightning. Her entire body. It is nothing this one has ever seen before."
This time, Tzirret tried to be a little less passive in the conversation with these new people. The topic gave him some direction, despite his clear tension. "Are there other...rumours about her?"
I've gotta run to work. I didn't get my response done beforehand, but I'll get it up later. G'night!
Gallus was not exactly shocked to hear what Meesei was suggesting, but he regarded her thoughtfully, weighing up the moral cost in his mind. He slowly turned his head to look at the forest floor and twisted his mouth uneasily. It evidently left a bad taste in his mouth. "You suggest that we commandeer a large cargo vessel by killing the crew?" Gallus asked rhetorically, a drop of venom in his words, "Then load up an entire clan onto it, cramped conditions, crowded holds, and hope we don't befall a misfortune that sinks us?"
He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose, trying to sound more sympathetic, "Meesei, I understand that these are desperate times. We would prefer not to waste any lives at all, we both know that. I...do not like the plan either, however...it would put less risk on the lives of the clan." Gallus looked at Meesei again with his brow furrowed. By his tone, he was trying to look for hope rather than a sure solution, "Are you sure there is no way to do so without killing the crew? Would it be possible to coerce them instead? We may need their expertise if we run into a storm, or a sea creature, or...or pirates, even."
Before Meesei could respond, however, Gallus stood up straight and widened his eyes, "Or..." he said quietly. He closed his mouth into a smile and snapped his fingers, "What if the clan is the intended cargo?" He suggested quickly, "Slaves are contraband, but that simply makes them more valuable on the black market for those willing to transport them. With the number of Khajiit, it is plausible to have them pose as such, and all the while we do not have to double-cross any crew we hire until well into the voyage."
Tzirret gave a weak smile to everyone in the group as he sat down on the shore with them. He sat cross-legged, but brought his knees up a bit, held by his elbows and clasped together hands. It reflected his own tension.
Thankfully, the girl, Ma'tanza, was curious enough that Tzirret did not have to lead the initial conversation. "The champion? Well...she is strong and wise? Very serious most of the time, but...it is hard to tell sometimes. Even for an Argonian, she hides her feelings from everyone." Tzirret looked to the ground, "She is a nice person, though."
Tzirret did not exactly know what to say next. Through his inner anxiety, he couldn't think of anything to ask immediately.
He closed his eyes and sighed through his nose, trying to sound more sympathetic, "Meesei, I understand that these are desperate times. We would prefer not to waste any lives at all, we both know that. I...do not like the plan either, however...it would put less risk on the lives of the clan." Gallus looked at Meesei again with his brow furrowed. By his tone, he was trying to look for hope rather than a sure solution, "Are you sure there is no way to do so without killing the crew? Would it be possible to coerce them instead? We may need their expertise if we run into a storm, or a sea creature, or...or pirates, even."
Before Meesei could respond, however, Gallus stood up straight and widened his eyes, "Or..." he said quietly. He closed his mouth into a smile and snapped his fingers, "What if the clan is the intended cargo?" He suggested quickly, "Slaves are contraband, but that simply makes them more valuable on the black market for those willing to transport them. With the number of Khajiit, it is plausible to have them pose as such, and all the while we do not have to double-cross any crew we hire until well into the voyage."
Tzirret gave a weak smile to everyone in the group as he sat down on the shore with them. He sat cross-legged, but brought his knees up a bit, held by his elbows and clasped together hands. It reflected his own tension.
Thankfully, the girl, Ma'tanza, was curious enough that Tzirret did not have to lead the initial conversation. "The champion? Well...she is strong and wise? Very serious most of the time, but...it is hard to tell sometimes. Even for an Argonian, she hides her feelings from everyone." Tzirret looked to the ground, "She is a nice person, though."
Tzirret did not exactly know what to say next. Through his inner anxiety, he couldn't think of anything to ask immediately.
No problem, I'll edit quickly.
I can edit easily enough, but if you would rather have them speak Cyrodilic from now on so we don't have to italicise everything, that's fine by me as well.
Though he did not wear a smile, Gallus emerged from the meeting room behind Meesei with a confident demeanour. He closed the door behind himself and took a deep breath through his nose. "Well..." he shot a glance to Meesei and walked up to the railing beside her. He leaned his hands against it and looked across the clan home. "That was productive enough. I have to say that despite my earlier apprehensions, this plan is sounding more possible than before."
Tzirret was at first a little discouraged by the first boy's response, but the girl that recognised him at least gave him something to respond to. "Yes, he means...not really, but this one is with the pack that is travelling with the champion's." Tzirret turned his eyes away and bowed his head forward to itch his neck, "Er...this one is called Tzirret," he looked around to each of them with a nervous frown, "Does this group have room for another to sit?"
Tzirret was at first a little discouraged by the first boy's response, but the girl that recognised him at least gave him something to respond to. "Yes, he means...not really, but this one is with the pack that is travelling with the champion's." Tzirret turned his eyes away and bowed his head forward to itch his neck, "Er...this one is called Tzirret," he looked around to each of them with a nervous frown, "Does this group have room for another to sit?"
"Well, I dare say we have better hope than when we started this meeting," Gallus remarked solemnly, "We can collect some logs, roll them in on carts, drop them off, and hopefully have closer to the amount of coin we need." Gallus rubbed his chin, "It will be more conspicuous, but at this point I would prefer that to letting people die in the desert."
After letting out a hum, Gallus found himself out of further ideas for now. He instead turned to more immediate matters, "What shall we have the rest of the clan do in the meantime? It may be prudent to alert everyone to start packing, whether the destination is disclosed or not."
With wavering eyes, a nervous posture, and a low, curling tail, Tzirret took careful steps out towards the river once more. He had just had lunch after spending more time than he intended with La'khay. He had hoped that being with her would give him some more confidence, but that was naive, as he discovered. Along the river shore and in its waters were a few groups of people from the Senchal clan, all strangers. He had promised La'khay that he would go out and make new friends on his own, but his second thoughts were making his footsteps smaller and smaller.
Eventually, his paces were so small that he simply stopped next to a tree and looked on with his mouth agape. His throat was dry, perhaps he should go back and get his waterskin? Perhaps he could just lay in his room and do this tomorrow. This one must keep his promise to La'khay! his mind screamed. It was enough to take only another small step.
He waited another several moments, standing and looking on. The niggling excuse that kept him paralysed was the hope that someone would come up and talk to him. There were errant glances from some people, but no one left their group of friends. He eventually realised that he was habitually falling for what La'khay said was a weakness of his; letting others approach.
Tzirret, this is no minotaur, he tried to assure himself, If you can run up and kill a minotaur with a spear, you can walk up and talk to others. These people do not even have horns! Stop expecting the sky to fall in, idiot!
Tzirret grit his teeth and picked a group to move towards. He had small steps, but he clenched his fists and made longer strides. These strides unfortunately shrank as he continued. He had to relax his fists and swallow before walking normally again. As he closed to within around ten metres, his heart was pounding in his chest and he felt like running and hiding. Five metres made him want to break down crying until his anxiety ebbed. One metre...he thought it best to try saying something.
"Um..." Tzirret addressed the group of four Khajiit youths that looked around his age, give or take two or three years. He raised a hand and spoke Ta'agra, "Hello?"
After letting out a hum, Gallus found himself out of further ideas for now. He instead turned to more immediate matters, "What shall we have the rest of the clan do in the meantime? It may be prudent to alert everyone to start packing, whether the destination is disclosed or not."
With wavering eyes, a nervous posture, and a low, curling tail, Tzirret took careful steps out towards the river once more. He had just had lunch after spending more time than he intended with La'khay. He had hoped that being with her would give him some more confidence, but that was naive, as he discovered. Along the river shore and in its waters were a few groups of people from the Senchal clan, all strangers. He had promised La'khay that he would go out and make new friends on his own, but his second thoughts were making his footsteps smaller and smaller.
Eventually, his paces were so small that he simply stopped next to a tree and looked on with his mouth agape. His throat was dry, perhaps he should go back and get his waterskin? Perhaps he could just lay in his room and do this tomorrow. This one must keep his promise to La'khay! his mind screamed. It was enough to take only another small step.
He waited another several moments, standing and looking on. The niggling excuse that kept him paralysed was the hope that someone would come up and talk to him. There were errant glances from some people, but no one left their group of friends. He eventually realised that he was habitually falling for what La'khay said was a weakness of his; letting others approach.
Tzirret, this is no minotaur, he tried to assure himself, If you can run up and kill a minotaur with a spear, you can walk up and talk to others. These people do not even have horns! Stop expecting the sky to fall in, idiot!
Tzirret grit his teeth and picked a group to move towards. He had small steps, but he clenched his fists and made longer strides. These strides unfortunately shrank as he continued. He had to relax his fists and swallow before walking normally again. As he closed to within around ten metres, his heart was pounding in his chest and he felt like running and hiding. Five metres made him want to break down crying until his anxiety ebbed. One metre...he thought it best to try saying something.
"Um..." Tzirret addressed the group of four Khajiit youths that looked around his age, give or take two or three years. He raised a hand and spoke Ta'agra, "Hello?"
Remembering another few things, Gallus placed his elbow on the table and pointed up to the ceiling. "You know, I remember rations on the ship we took over here was mostly salted and cured meats. There was always plenty of it, and they never went off. If Torval has a port, I would be willing to bet that they would have such supplied in bulk stock, or at least the capacity for it. We may have to wait a while while it is all prepared, but that should not be an issue given the coin. If there are others who know how to preserve food in salt in the clan, we might make use of them as well."
As Gallus thought of other things to suggest, he idly tapped his finger on the table. The wood of the table made an odd sound that was enough to draw his attention to it and cause some inspiration. "Wait...we have carpenters in this clan, correct? Skilled ones?" Gallus asked the lieutenants curiously, "How lucrative is logging or wooden finished goods in Torval?"
Sabine raised her brow in surprise at such a proposal. Earlier that day, Peiter had been about as nervous as she was about even trying to mate, and now he wanted to stay in and do it all day? Sabine looked up in thought for a moment and slowly bit her lower lip. To buy some contemplation time, she rolled away from Peiter momentarily to grab her water skin and drink deeply.
"We could try?" Sabine said on her back while she lazily dropped her water skin over the side of the bed. She was still not entirely sure, "I need a break for a little while first. I am sore."
The whole idea seemed like a great way to exhaust themselves, but it was tempting. It would be a shame to waste the effects of her potion while it lasted, right? It had several hours left at the very least.
Sabine gave up to her rash thoughts and cuddled up to Peiter once again. She returned his competitive tone, "After that, then we do this more. Try to keep up."
Immediately proceeding from her agreement, Sabine ended up spending most of the time in her break simply kissing Peiter passionately.
As Gallus thought of other things to suggest, he idly tapped his finger on the table. The wood of the table made an odd sound that was enough to draw his attention to it and cause some inspiration. "Wait...we have carpenters in this clan, correct? Skilled ones?" Gallus asked the lieutenants curiously, "How lucrative is logging or wooden finished goods in Torval?"
Sabine raised her brow in surprise at such a proposal. Earlier that day, Peiter had been about as nervous as she was about even trying to mate, and now he wanted to stay in and do it all day? Sabine looked up in thought for a moment and slowly bit her lower lip. To buy some contemplation time, she rolled away from Peiter momentarily to grab her water skin and drink deeply.
"We could try?" Sabine said on her back while she lazily dropped her water skin over the side of the bed. She was still not entirely sure, "I need a break for a little while first. I am sore."
The whole idea seemed like a great way to exhaust themselves, but it was tempting. It would be a shame to waste the effects of her potion while it lasted, right? It had several hours left at the very least.
Sabine gave up to her rash thoughts and cuddled up to Peiter once again. She returned his competitive tone, "After that, then we do this more. Try to keep up."
Immediately proceeding from her agreement, Sabine ended up spending most of the time in her break simply kissing Peiter passionately.
Gallus pulled a tense smile and tilted his head to one side while looking at the location of Torval on the map. "I could not say for sure. I know Senchal would work just by looking at the place, but I know nothing of Torval." He looked around to those better travelled at the table, "How large is the city? Is it known for commerce and trade? Corruption?"
After taking a moment on her back to catch her breath, Sabine slowing turned and wrapped her arms and legs around Peiter once more, kissing him deeply and running her fingers through his hair. They were both gleaming with sweat and their breath left something to be desired, but they did not care in the slightest. At this point, much of the oil had rubbed out of Sabine's now tangled hair, not to mention the glow had worn off, though there was still the hint of flowery fragrance from her wash. Sabine was not paying attention to her own scent, however. She was too busy wallowing in Peiter's scent. She loved it as she loved him.
After ending the kiss, Sabine placed her forehead against Peiters and opened her bright green eyes to stare back at him. Her breathing was still heavy as she breathed a response. "That was...much better. It did not hurt...as much." Sabine's mouth curled into a grin, "You do not have to say a thing. I love you too." Sabine swallowed and her breathing steadied. She pecked another kiss on Peiter's lips before returning the question, "How are you feeling?"
After taking a moment on her back to catch her breath, Sabine slowing turned and wrapped her arms and legs around Peiter once more, kissing him deeply and running her fingers through his hair. They were both gleaming with sweat and their breath left something to be desired, but they did not care in the slightest. At this point, much of the oil had rubbed out of Sabine's now tangled hair, not to mention the glow had worn off, though there was still the hint of flowery fragrance from her wash. Sabine was not paying attention to her own scent, however. She was too busy wallowing in Peiter's scent. She loved it as she loved him.
After ending the kiss, Sabine placed her forehead against Peiters and opened her bright green eyes to stare back at him. Her breathing was still heavy as she breathed a response. "That was...much better. It did not hurt...as much." Sabine's mouth curled into a grin, "You do not have to say a thing. I love you too." Sabine swallowed and her breathing steadied. She pecked another kiss on Peiter's lips before returning the question, "How are you feeling?"
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