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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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Sabine wasn't particularly aware of the cardinal direction that she was heading, but she checked the sun to make sure when Meesei mentioned the patrols. "Okay, we will not go south," Sabine said with a nod. She began walking again with Peiter without clarifying what they were going to be doing.
While listening to Ma'tanza, Tzirret found himself smiling at the thought of trying to build tree houses in the relatively smaller trees of central Cyrodiil. "Well, you can imagine how Tzirret felt when he saw houses in trees for the first time." It actually occurred to Tzirret that perhaps his and Ma'tanza's first experiences in their new environments overlapped quite a bit. "The air is dryer and cooler, yes. Not as cold as Bruma, but...this one likes it this way."
They did not have to move too far out of the camp to begin, so Tzirret stopped in a small, grassy clearing and turned to Ma'tanza. "Here should be fine," he said, "Tzirret thinks we will not be the only ones hunting right now. We should be mindful of others, perhaps we should even run for a short while to gain some distance."
Tzirret then stepped back and began to transform into a werewolf, as he had done plenty of times before. His figure snapped, warped, bulged, and elongated its way to a werewolf shape without him even letting out a pained sound. His stature was smaller than most werewolves; a juvenile, as reflected his age. However, his dark grey fur outlined telling muscular power all the same.
Once Tzirret opened his eyes again, he ended up leaning forward on one clawed hand and poking his head forward. He sniffed closely around Ma'tanza's head, not nearly as shy as before. Given his feelings towards Ma'tanza and his beast spirit's prior familiarity to werelions, it took a surprising amount of will power for Tzirret to restrain himself. He promised his mind a hunt, and that seemed to placate other desires for now. His entire being was actually excited to have a hunt without Gallus keeping him reeled in and under control.
While listening to Ma'tanza, Tzirret found himself smiling at the thought of trying to build tree houses in the relatively smaller trees of central Cyrodiil. "Well, you can imagine how Tzirret felt when he saw houses in trees for the first time." It actually occurred to Tzirret that perhaps his and Ma'tanza's first experiences in their new environments overlapped quite a bit. "The air is dryer and cooler, yes. Not as cold as Bruma, but...this one likes it this way."
They did not have to move too far out of the camp to begin, so Tzirret stopped in a small, grassy clearing and turned to Ma'tanza. "Here should be fine," he said, "Tzirret thinks we will not be the only ones hunting right now. We should be mindful of others, perhaps we should even run for a short while to gain some distance."
Tzirret then stepped back and began to transform into a werewolf, as he had done plenty of times before. His figure snapped, warped, bulged, and elongated its way to a werewolf shape without him even letting out a pained sound. His stature was smaller than most werewolves; a juvenile, as reflected his age. However, his dark grey fur outlined telling muscular power all the same.
Once Tzirret opened his eyes again, he ended up leaning forward on one clawed hand and poking his head forward. He sniffed closely around Ma'tanza's head, not nearly as shy as before. Given his feelings towards Ma'tanza and his beast spirit's prior familiarity to werelions, it took a surprising amount of will power for Tzirret to restrain himself. He promised his mind a hunt, and that seemed to placate other desires for now. His entire being was actually excited to have a hunt without Gallus keeping him reeled in and under control.
Sabine looked up and seemed to think about it for a moment. "That makes sense," she thought aloud, "we...could try? I am curious now." Sabine's eyes lowered back to Peiter's and her mouth curled into a sly smile, "We can go and release some of your energy, just let me find a potion." Sabine tapped Peiter on the nose with one finger and kissed him quickly before standing up and walking to their tent. "Oh! Also!" Sabine called out while she had her head poked into the tent, "Yours is not as big as a sword! Sorry that I got confused!"
As Sabine was facing away from Peiter, it was unclear whether she was speaking naively or just teasing, but she was not shy about the volume she spoke at. She quickly brought her upper body out from the tent, kneeling with a leather potion vessel in one hand. She undid the stopper, drank down the contents, and tossed it lazily back into the tent. She then eyed Peiter knowingly and stood to walk back up to him.
It was a somewhat pleasant surprise to Tzirret that everyone else seemed to be occupied with their own activities. He couldn't have expected such a coincidence. The more paranoid part of his mind thought that maybe it wasn't a coincidence, but he did not pay the thought much heed.
Tzirret, after briefly chortling at Bheja's pet name for S'nishi, gave Ma'tanza a smile. "Just us, then," he repeated, as if he needed to confirm the reality he was faced with. He pat Ma'tanza lightly on the arm, "We'll catch something. If you do not mind, Tzirret will leave his belongings here."
Pre-emptively, Tzirret began to strip down, folding up his clothing and tools in a neat pile near one of the nearby tents. He regretted that he could not take his pendant with him, but he had a feeling that there would be other opportunities now that they were on land. Perhaps even after the hunt?
Once Tzirret was ready, he waited for Ma'tanza and motioned to accompany her into the woods.
As Sabine was facing away from Peiter, it was unclear whether she was speaking naively or just teasing, but she was not shy about the volume she spoke at. She quickly brought her upper body out from the tent, kneeling with a leather potion vessel in one hand. She undid the stopper, drank down the contents, and tossed it lazily back into the tent. She then eyed Peiter knowingly and stood to walk back up to him.
It was a somewhat pleasant surprise to Tzirret that everyone else seemed to be occupied with their own activities. He couldn't have expected such a coincidence. The more paranoid part of his mind thought that maybe it wasn't a coincidence, but he did not pay the thought much heed.
Tzirret, after briefly chortling at Bheja's pet name for S'nishi, gave Ma'tanza a smile. "Just us, then," he repeated, as if he needed to confirm the reality he was faced with. He pat Ma'tanza lightly on the arm, "We'll catch something. If you do not mind, Tzirret will leave his belongings here."
Pre-emptively, Tzirret began to strip down, folding up his clothing and tools in a neat pile near one of the nearby tents. He regretted that he could not take his pendant with him, but he had a feeling that there would be other opportunities now that they were on land. Perhaps even after the hunt?
Once Tzirret was ready, he waited for Ma'tanza and motioned to accompany her into the woods.
Unfortunately, Sabine was not one to default to innuendo, so her smile was joined by a puzzled brow at Peiter's tone. Even he was not as enthusiastic about their lessons as that. It turned especially to confusion when he mentioned their beast forms. She looked down at Peiter's chest with an unsure frown, "You want to try a sword lesson in beast form? I...do not think I would have the control for it. If I tried holding a sword in that form, I would not do more than flail around...unless you..."
Sabine looked back up at Peiter and her face became neutral. It marked her as only just now making the connection. "Oh, you mean mating," she said clinically, "I know that Fendros and Ahnasha do that sometimes. I only saw it happen once, accidentally. They did not know I saw. It was..." Sabine looked a little more apprehensive, "They used their claws and teeth a lot, but I think they enjoy it." Sabine adjusted her shoulders to lay more comfortably, "I do not know how my beast spirit would react."
Sabine made no acknowledgement of how strange it was to watch her pack mates in such a manner, but it was before her ritual. Back then, she tended to snoop much more than usual.
"We can leave now, if you like," Tzirret answered. He frowned and shrugged at the second point, "Others can come if they feel like it, this one supposes, as long as the party is not too large." Tzirret looked to those immediately nearby, that being S'nishi, Bheja, Qa'habi, and even M'ibasa if he was old enough to transform. Even if all six of them hunted, it would not be too many, really. Mostly, Tzirret was hiding his gut worry about hunting outside of his pack for the first time. He hoped the line of dominance in beast form would order itself without issue.
Sabine looked back up at Peiter and her face became neutral. It marked her as only just now making the connection. "Oh, you mean mating," she said clinically, "I know that Fendros and Ahnasha do that sometimes. I only saw it happen once, accidentally. They did not know I saw. It was..." Sabine looked a little more apprehensive, "They used their claws and teeth a lot, but I think they enjoy it." Sabine adjusted her shoulders to lay more comfortably, "I do not know how my beast spirit would react."
Sabine made no acknowledgement of how strange it was to watch her pack mates in such a manner, but it was before her ritual. Back then, she tended to snoop much more than usual.
"We can leave now, if you like," Tzirret answered. He frowned and shrugged at the second point, "Others can come if they feel like it, this one supposes, as long as the party is not too large." Tzirret looked to those immediately nearby, that being S'nishi, Bheja, Qa'habi, and even M'ibasa if he was old enough to transform. Even if all six of them hunted, it would not be too many, really. Mostly, Tzirret was hiding his gut worry about hunting outside of his pack for the first time. He hoped the line of dominance in beast form would order itself without issue.
All good.
Sabine rolled onto her side, facing Peiter with her arms drawn up between their chests. She returned his smirk and spoke, "I did not think it would be very long before you mentioned that." She raised her brow and teased, "Are you sure you do not want to try another sword lesson? It has been a long time since we could do that as well."
Tzirret walked behind Ma'tanza and M'ibasa and leaned to watch what Ma'tanza was doing. He was impressed that she was able to spot the tick, but he suspected that the search had gone on for a while. Once it was caught, Tzirret walked to where Ma'tanza would not have to twist her body so much to face him.
Ma'tanza's question caused Tzirret to smile, look to the trees and fill his lungs with air. "Tzirret feels..." he let out his breath through his mouth, "...free. There is much more space again. It is good." Tzirret glanced at the spot next to Ma'tanza and pointed, "Do you mind if he sits?"
Whether Tzirret could sit or had to sit elsewhere, he continued. "This one does not suppose that Ma'tanza had duties tonight? Tzirret was thinking..." He glanced away and brought his hand up to scratch his chest, "It has been a while on the ship where no one but the werevultures could hunt in their beast forms. Mine has been restless, so Tzirret wondered if you would be interested to hunt with him? He knows a little about hunting in this environment. He could show you."
Tzirret walked behind Ma'tanza and M'ibasa and leaned to watch what Ma'tanza was doing. He was impressed that she was able to spot the tick, but he suspected that the search had gone on for a while. Once it was caught, Tzirret walked to where Ma'tanza would not have to twist her body so much to face him.
Ma'tanza's question caused Tzirret to smile, look to the trees and fill his lungs with air. "Tzirret feels..." he let out his breath through his mouth, "...free. There is much more space again. It is good." Tzirret glanced at the spot next to Ma'tanza and pointed, "Do you mind if he sits?"
Whether Tzirret could sit or had to sit elsewhere, he continued. "This one does not suppose that Ma'tanza had duties tonight? Tzirret was thinking..." He glanced away and brought his hand up to scratch his chest, "It has been a while on the ship where no one but the werevultures could hunt in their beast forms. Mine has been restless, so Tzirret wondered if you would be interested to hunt with him? He knows a little about hunting in this environment. He could show you."
Hahahaha! This immediately came to mind https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=nerv5YEiJok&t=25
Meesei's pack was united on one ship, allowing for the regular routines to take place when on a ship. The same went for Gallus' pack, short of Tzirret, of course. Tzirret spent much of his time as he had before Leyawiin; socialising with friends and carving wood and bone. He did not have much minotaur bone left that he hadn't traded away or made into things, but there were still little tools that he found were in demand. Sometimes, late at night, he would lay awake with his pendant in his hands and contemplate how he was going to tell Ma'tanza how he felt. Most often, it was just a rush of worry and over-thinking that wasn't useful, as she rarely separated from friends and family, and there were no private places on the ship anyway. He asked himself the same questions each time and found himself no closer to any answers until they made landfall.
While there was plenty of time, Gallus had approached a number of people around the ship to gauge the situation. He found that, thankfully, just looking across the banks of the wide Niben was interesting enough for some people. He also found time to talk with Peiter, just to catch up. His reaction to find out that he and Sabine had progressed their relationship back in Elsweyr did surprise him, but Gallus was not quite as shocked as Meesei was with Sabine. He just made sure they were taking proper precautions and left him to it.
The landing at the banks of the Larsius river did not come a moment too soon. The voyage was boring but manageable when the ships left Leyawiin, but between general cabin fever and restless beast spirits, the joy of planting feet in the grass at the end was not uncommon. Gallus made a distinct point to congratulate and thank the heads of the ships for carrying them successfully with unfamiliar ships and a novice crew. To Colours in particular, Gallus mentioned that he may have a reputation, but it should never be said that he isn't good at smuggling.
For the most part, Fendros and Janius spent their time helping to offload supplies while others pitched the tents for their packs.
Sabine's first action upon reaching land again was to stretch and wiggle her toes into the grass with closed eyes and a wide smile. She of course helped pitch the small tent that she and Peiter would be sharing. While she helped, she found it interesting that they might have some privacy without having to sneak off into the wilds. Although, being that they were still pitched adjacent to their respective packs, it wouldn't quite be complete privacy. Since there were no further instructions given to them, Sabine decided to join Peiter on the grass for a short while. She lay beside him with her upper neck propped up by one of his arms and looked up at the clouds. She enjoyed the texture of the ground as opposed to the hard wood of the ship. As well, the climate was more to her liking.
Sabine grinned at Peiter's comment, "You are very easy to please, love." She turned her head to look at him and slowly blinked her bright green eyes, smiling warmly, "Please do not get depressed if we have to ride a ship again."
Given his position on the other ship, Tzirret ended up helping offload a few supplies as well before reuniting with the rest of his pack. It appeared as though he would be sharing a tent with Gallus, but he did not end up spending much time after helping to raise it before he wandered off to find Ma'tanza and the others again. He eventually located where they were in the camp site by spotting S'nishi. He waved in greeting as he approached, now being used to S'nishi's bulk. M'ibasa was probably nearby, so Tzirret spoke in Ta'agra. "Tzirret is glad to be on soil again, how about yourselves?"
While there was plenty of time, Gallus had approached a number of people around the ship to gauge the situation. He found that, thankfully, just looking across the banks of the wide Niben was interesting enough for some people. He also found time to talk with Peiter, just to catch up. His reaction to find out that he and Sabine had progressed their relationship back in Elsweyr did surprise him, but Gallus was not quite as shocked as Meesei was with Sabine. He just made sure they were taking proper precautions and left him to it.
The landing at the banks of the Larsius river did not come a moment too soon. The voyage was boring but manageable when the ships left Leyawiin, but between general cabin fever and restless beast spirits, the joy of planting feet in the grass at the end was not uncommon. Gallus made a distinct point to congratulate and thank the heads of the ships for carrying them successfully with unfamiliar ships and a novice crew. To Colours in particular, Gallus mentioned that he may have a reputation, but it should never be said that he isn't good at smuggling.
For the most part, Fendros and Janius spent their time helping to offload supplies while others pitched the tents for their packs.
Sabine's first action upon reaching land again was to stretch and wiggle her toes into the grass with closed eyes and a wide smile. She of course helped pitch the small tent that she and Peiter would be sharing. While she helped, she found it interesting that they might have some privacy without having to sneak off into the wilds. Although, being that they were still pitched adjacent to their respective packs, it wouldn't quite be complete privacy. Since there were no further instructions given to them, Sabine decided to join Peiter on the grass for a short while. She lay beside him with her upper neck propped up by one of his arms and looked up at the clouds. She enjoyed the texture of the ground as opposed to the hard wood of the ship. As well, the climate was more to her liking.
Sabine grinned at Peiter's comment, "You are very easy to please, love." She turned her head to look at him and slowly blinked her bright green eyes, smiling warmly, "Please do not get depressed if we have to ride a ship again."
Given his position on the other ship, Tzirret ended up helping offload a few supplies as well before reuniting with the rest of his pack. It appeared as though he would be sharing a tent with Gallus, but he did not end up spending much time after helping to raise it before he wandered off to find Ma'tanza and the others again. He eventually located where they were in the camp site by spotting S'nishi. He waved in greeting as he approached, now being used to S'nishi's bulk. M'ibasa was probably nearby, so Tzirret spoke in Ta'agra. "Tzirret is glad to be on soil again, how about yourselves?"
Cool.
I don't mind if we timeskip if you want. I don't really mind where, but I imagine either Ma'tanza might want to know what was going through Tzirret's head or Tzirret might work up the courage to try talking to her again at some point. It's probably difficult to find a time and a place where they're separated from their friends and family, though.
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