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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 saw what looked like him get pulled into a tent by Fendros. It was just a glimpse." Janius put one arm around Kaleeth while he wiped the rest of the sand from his eyes. "Don't worry, Fendros called out that he had Newt. I trust him. He might be a bit frightened, but with Fendros, Ahnasha, and Rhazii, he'll be fine."
Janius smiled curiously, although Kaleeth could hardly see it. "I had been wondering whether Newt would remember much of this journey. Though, I should think that an experience like this would be hard to forget. He's young, though. What do you think?"
Sabine was grateful for Peiter's comfort. She brought her arms out from in front of herself to return his embrace. "I guess you are right. It's just some sand and wind, that is all," Sabine commented, though the storm still had her on-edge.
The lack of words that followed for a few seconds did not sit right with Sabine, so she decided to take Peiter's advice. "Peiter?" Sabine asked after another moment, "What do you think the Orcrest clan will be like?"
"Thank you," Tzirret answered. There was a shuffling sound as Tzirret tried to reposition himself. He reached out with one hand, trying to find Ma'tanza by voice in the dark.
"Where are they again?" In his still slightly staggered state, Tzirret ended up overestimating and prodding Ma'tanza in the face. "Um...s-sorry." Tzirret knew that it could have been worse, considering his previous blunders. At least that was enough to orientate himself.
After a moment of still regret, Tzirret settled down next to Ma'tanza in an awkward silence with his hands under his armpits. It was at this point that Tzirret perceived the fearful shivers of M'ibasa in Ma'tanza's arms. Rather than continue the train of thought that speculated whether they would all be buried alive, Tzirret turned his head in M'ibasa's direction and thought to try helping his nerves. Tzirret spoke with a compassionate tone. "Is M'ibasa alright? There should not need to be worry. The wind and the sand cannot hurt brave warriors in here."
Tzirret smiled, somehow distracted from his own fears by M'ibasa's. He felt as though channelling a bit of Gallus might help here.
Janius smiled curiously, although Kaleeth could hardly see it. "I had been wondering whether Newt would remember much of this journey. Though, I should think that an experience like this would be hard to forget. He's young, though. What do you think?"
Sabine was grateful for Peiter's comfort. She brought her arms out from in front of herself to return his embrace. "I guess you are right. It's just some sand and wind, that is all," Sabine commented, though the storm still had her on-edge.
The lack of words that followed for a few seconds did not sit right with Sabine, so she decided to take Peiter's advice. "Peiter?" Sabine asked after another moment, "What do you think the Orcrest clan will be like?"
"Thank you," Tzirret answered. There was a shuffling sound as Tzirret tried to reposition himself. He reached out with one hand, trying to find Ma'tanza by voice in the dark.
"Where are they again?" In his still slightly staggered state, Tzirret ended up overestimating and prodding Ma'tanza in the face. "Um...s-sorry." Tzirret knew that it could have been worse, considering his previous blunders. At least that was enough to orientate himself.
After a moment of still regret, Tzirret settled down next to Ma'tanza in an awkward silence with his hands under his armpits. It was at this point that Tzirret perceived the fearful shivers of M'ibasa in Ma'tanza's arms. Rather than continue the train of thought that speculated whether they would all be buried alive, Tzirret turned his head in M'ibasa's direction and thought to try helping his nerves. Tzirret spoke with a compassionate tone. "Is M'ibasa alright? There should not need to be worry. The wind and the sand cannot hurt brave warriors in here."
Tzirret smiled, somehow distracted from his own fears by M'ibasa's. He felt as though channelling a bit of Gallus might help here.
That's fine, I've got work anyway.
Janius did not even have the time to return Kaleeth's embrace before responding. "Fendros has him!" He shouted, reaching for the opening of their tent. "Get inside! Quickly!" Within seconds, Janius entered the tent behind Kaleeth and began closing it shut.
The sandstorm immediately pressed against the sides of the tents like sails, buffeting them inwards and casting a deeper darkness over all inside them. Janius had his face blasted by the sand right before he was able to shut the tent properly. He afterwards turned to Kaleeth with his eyes scrunched shut and spluttering sand from his mouth. "Pfeh, ugh! Where are you, Kaleeth?" He asked, crawling through the tent and trying to wipe his eyes clean. "Hopefully this doesn't last too long."
Sabine's heart was racing. The closest weather events she had witnessed like this were ash storms in Morrowind, but whenever they came around, she was in secure shelter, not a flimsy sounding tent. She drew her knees up and leaned into Peiter. "The tent will hold, won't it?" She asked meekly.
Not only did Tzirret not seem to react much to finding Ma'tanza and M'ibasa in the tent he had picked, he did not even face them. He was too busy trying to tie knots to close the tent up. He was breathing fast and his hands were shaking, making the process much slower than he would have liked. The sand blasted in for several moments, making him flinch, but he was able to close the tent properly. Once secure, he turned around and sat forward, brushing the sand off his face and breathing an audible sigh of relief.
When he had a moment to refocus, Tzirret looked up and only then seemed to register Ma'tanza and M'ibasa's presence. "Right, sorry. This one didn't have time to get back to his own tent. He hopes it is no trouble for him to stay." Tzirret had to speak loudly to be heard over the wind making the tent cloth flap and snap against it, but he sounded apprehensive. "Um..." he itched at his chest and looked to one side with a worried brow, "Do Ma'tanza or M'ibasa know how long these sandstorms last?"
The sandstorm immediately pressed against the sides of the tents like sails, buffeting them inwards and casting a deeper darkness over all inside them. Janius had his face blasted by the sand right before he was able to shut the tent properly. He afterwards turned to Kaleeth with his eyes scrunched shut and spluttering sand from his mouth. "Pfeh, ugh! Where are you, Kaleeth?" He asked, crawling through the tent and trying to wipe his eyes clean. "Hopefully this doesn't last too long."
Sabine's heart was racing. The closest weather events she had witnessed like this were ash storms in Morrowind, but whenever they came around, she was in secure shelter, not a flimsy sounding tent. She drew her knees up and leaned into Peiter. "The tent will hold, won't it?" She asked meekly.
Not only did Tzirret not seem to react much to finding Ma'tanza and M'ibasa in the tent he had picked, he did not even face them. He was too busy trying to tie knots to close the tent up. He was breathing fast and his hands were shaking, making the process much slower than he would have liked. The sand blasted in for several moments, making him flinch, but he was able to close the tent properly. Once secure, he turned around and sat forward, brushing the sand off his face and breathing an audible sigh of relief.
When he had a moment to refocus, Tzirret looked up and only then seemed to register Ma'tanza and M'ibasa's presence. "Right, sorry. This one didn't have time to get back to his own tent. He hopes it is no trouble for him to stay." Tzirret had to speak loudly to be heard over the wind making the tent cloth flap and snap against it, but he sounded apprehensive. "Um..." he itched at his chest and looked to one side with a worried brow, "Do Ma'tanza or M'ibasa know how long these sandstorms last?"
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If you'd like a different arrangement of people in tents, just let me know and I can edit.
If you'd like a different arrangement of people in tents, just let me know and I can edit.
Despite the severity of the situation, Gallus guffawed at Meesei's comment. "Don't give yourself too much credit," he said in response, "I'll tell everyone in this direction!"
Gallus padded through the sand at a jog and stopped by everyone in sight. "Sandstorm! Get in your tents!" He shouted firmly. Very few did not comply immediately, but a quick grab by the shoulders and another shout got the message across.
The dark cloud of dust and sand that was approaching loomed ever closer by the time news reached all of Gallus and Meesei's packs. Sabine had to frantically pile up her alchemy equipment, still laden with half-processed balm and toss them into the tent behind her before scurrying in with Peiter and tying their tent shut. She was clearly scared and sat in quiet tension at this weather event she had not witnessed before.
Rhazii was in the process of nagging Fendros to go and take a closer look at the soldiers by the time Gallus came running through. Rhazii became wide-eyed in confusion and fear when Fendros suddenly picked him up and took him to their tent. As Newt was nearby, Fendros pulled him in as well. Janius was in the process of looking for Newt after running back from helping around camp, but saw Fendros wave and heard his shout that Newt was safe. Then he just had to find Kaleeth.
Partly removed from his pack's side of the camp, Tzirret had been socialising with Ma'tanza, Bheja, and Qa'habi while trying to practice magic. It was probably better for him to practice without distractions, but he hadn't thought to tell himself that by the time word of the sandstorm reached them. While they got up and ran about to secure their belongings and find shelter, Tzirret looked at the looming storm with wide-eyes. He knew that he wouldn't have time to get back to his tent. He looked to everyone, a bit lost and afraid, then just picked the nearest tent to seek shelter in. By the pleasant smell, it appeared to be Ma'tanza's tent.
Gallus managed to find his tent just in time. He pulled in the excited and worried young wamasu, Leaps-On-Elves, tied up the flaps and sat down to catch his breath. "Well, Leaps. We'll have to stick through this one together." Leaps croaked obliviously and scampered onto his lap. Well, more accurately, most of Leaps was spread out either side of him due to his size. The large creature made the tent rather cramped.
Gallus padded through the sand at a jog and stopped by everyone in sight. "Sandstorm! Get in your tents!" He shouted firmly. Very few did not comply immediately, but a quick grab by the shoulders and another shout got the message across.
The dark cloud of dust and sand that was approaching loomed ever closer by the time news reached all of Gallus and Meesei's packs. Sabine had to frantically pile up her alchemy equipment, still laden with half-processed balm and toss them into the tent behind her before scurrying in with Peiter and tying their tent shut. She was clearly scared and sat in quiet tension at this weather event she had not witnessed before.
Rhazii was in the process of nagging Fendros to go and take a closer look at the soldiers by the time Gallus came running through. Rhazii became wide-eyed in confusion and fear when Fendros suddenly picked him up and took him to their tent. As Newt was nearby, Fendros pulled him in as well. Janius was in the process of looking for Newt after running back from helping around camp, but saw Fendros wave and heard his shout that Newt was safe. Then he just had to find Kaleeth.
Partly removed from his pack's side of the camp, Tzirret had been socialising with Ma'tanza, Bheja, and Qa'habi while trying to practice magic. It was probably better for him to practice without distractions, but he hadn't thought to tell himself that by the time word of the sandstorm reached them. While they got up and ran about to secure their belongings and find shelter, Tzirret looked at the looming storm with wide-eyes. He knew that he wouldn't have time to get back to his tent. He looked to everyone, a bit lost and afraid, then just picked the nearest tent to seek shelter in. By the pleasant smell, it appeared to be Ma'tanza's tent.
Gallus managed to find his tent just in time. He pulled in the excited and worried young wamasu, Leaps-On-Elves, tied up the flaps and sat down to catch his breath. "Well, Leaps. We'll have to stick through this one together." Leaps croaked obliviously and scampered onto his lap. Well, more accurately, most of Leaps was spread out either side of him due to his size. The large creature made the tent rather cramped.
Sounds good to me, boss!
There was no protest from Gallus, despite that Ra'jorr's approach would put the soldiers in more danger. "Very well, if it guarantees that they will not follow, I can agree. We just have to make sure they do not catch wind of it beforehand. To that end, I recommend that this plan stays between us until it is enacted."
Gallus then turned to Ri'nakhad. He had not given a word on this developing scheme yet. "What do you think, Ri'nakhad? Is this agreeable to you?"
Gallus then turned to Ri'nakhad. He had not given a word on this developing scheme yet. "What do you think, Ri'nakhad? Is this agreeable to you?"
I'm on the bus to work now. I'll respond to whatever you post when I get home. G'night!
Gallus had to admit that Meesei's plan was less of a harebrained scheme than his, but he had some concerns of his own.
Gallus gave Meesei an uncertain look. "I think that the agent is also counting on us leaving them alive or else justify a greater response, so you are correct, Meesei. However, with that in mind...what is to prevent the soldiers following us from a distance once we send them on their way?" Gallus shrugged, "If they have orders to follow us, they might not consider the risk of running through their supplies before trying to reach the city."
Rather than be completely deconstructive, Gallus gestured forward with an amendment. "Actually, this might work if we drive a harder bargain. I suggest we leave them with water, but no food. Then they'll know that following is not an option. They'll reach Orcrest hungry, but they'll live if they hurry."
Gallus gave Meesei an uncertain look. "I think that the agent is also counting on us leaving them alive or else justify a greater response, so you are correct, Meesei. However, with that in mind...what is to prevent the soldiers following us from a distance once we send them on their way?" Gallus shrugged, "If they have orders to follow us, they might not consider the risk of running through their supplies before trying to reach the city."
Rather than be completely deconstructive, Gallus gestured forward with an amendment. "Actually, this might work if we drive a harder bargain. I suggest we leave them with water, but no food. Then they'll know that following is not an option. They'll reach Orcrest hungry, but they'll live if they hurry."
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