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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
xxx
P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
Michael Leunig. The Curly Pyjama Letters.

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Gallus followed up with three solid blows in quick succession to the Hiritus' gut. His face was laced with fury now, but underneath, Gallus thought that he might be making it too easy for the prisoner. He would only do a bit more damage before leaving the man alone.

The next strike came from Gallus' foot again, this time striking his heel on Hiritus' groin. "This is only going to get worse for you, jester!" Gallus shouted. The last portion of damage that Gallus inflicted was to grab at one of Hiritus' shackled wrists and bend back his little finger until it made a sickening crack. If that didn't make Hiritus scream loud enough to bring Meesei's attention, Gallus would give one last comment and leave on his own terms.



Rhazii was just as unhappy with Ahnasha as he was with Fendros, so despite nodding while chewing, he did not keep his eyes on Ahnasha's.

"Alright, maybe I didn't recount what she said properly," Fendros conceded, "She also mentioned that a lot of things she's been told about Khajiit and Argonians haven't made sense since we reached the Senchal clan. I think it's been a longer process than I made it out to be."

Fendros looked down at Rhazii's food and cycled another breath, "Maybe you're right, though. It could be manipulation or something. Her excuse for being interested in repairing things was that she was 'looking out for my spiritual wellbeing' this whole time," Fendros raised his brow and moved his head from side to side as he quoted her. Still, he gave Ahnasha a hopeful look, "Whatever it might be, we'll stay wary about it, to be sure, but...if she comes up to you to apologise...maybe it would be worth just listening to that? At least she seems to be trying."
Gallus seemed to consider Hiritus' answer for a moment, looking down and to one side, clacking his tongue, and bouncing up and down the slightest amount on the balls of his feet. Then, in a sudden change, he pursed his lips and drove a fist right into the centre of Hiritus' abdomen to knock the wind out of him.

With some satisfaction, Gallus spun on his heel and took a couple of paces back, opening and closing the fist that had landed the punch. He only gave Hiritus enough of a break to cough a couple of times before stepping back with a spin and landing a hook on the side of Hiritus' head.

This time, the blow caused Gallus to shake out his hand with the pain on his knuckles, but now Gallus was baring his teeth. "Don't tempt me, jester! I'm not just some lackey. I might even take your bones for myself." Before Gallus let the man answer, he snapped up a boot-covered foot and struck Hiritus square in the chin to get his lip bloody.



"Well, it was strange," Fendros began calmly, "She told me this story about how she healed the ankle of a little Khajiit girl in the clan, and the girl gave her this necklace made from teeth in return without any prompt. It was the only thing that the little girl apparently had. It sounded like it really shook her preconceptions about Khajiit. She sounded quite overwhelmed."

While Fendros was talking, Rhazii tried to reach for the sweetroll again and Fendros pulled it out of his reach. Rhazii sat back into Ahnasha's lap with a huff and looked up at his father with a pleading frown.

Fendros looked to Ahnasha as he continued, "I think she might have been trying to apologise for her previous words, but wasn't sure enough. She said she didn't want to leave things as they were between us and her since the last time we spoke." Fendros shrugged, "I do not know whether she'll follow up. I asked her to tell you the same things as well, but I'm not sure..."

"Dada! Can I have the sweetroll?" Rhazii interrupted.

Suppressing a chuckle, Fendros responded. "Now, Rhazii, I need you listen to your mother. Try eating another slice of leek and a bite of mutton first, alright? And remember to say please next time."

Rhazii protested, likely in the same way as he did for Ahnasha. "But dada, I don't want leeks and mutton!"

"Another slice and another bite, son. Otherwise I'll eat the sweetroll myself." Fendros warned. At least Rhazii didn't know about his severe intolerance for moon sugar.

"Dada! No!" Rhazii almost looked like he was going to cry now. All it took was for Fendros to slowly reach for the dessert for Rhazii to swiftly comply. He took in another mouthful, but he made sure to look like he was not enjoying the deal. Only one mouthful was not his entire meal, but it was an easy portion to bargain. The rest of the meal would come later.

Fendros gave Ahnasha an encouraging smile as Rhazii chewed and swallowed. He hoped that she didn't get too much more curious about the wedding details. Fendros wanted to ask her properly in more memorable circumstances.
Gallus breathed in to speak, but didn't respond. He simply stepped out of Meesei's way as she exited the cell.

Now Gallus was alone with Hiritus, still facing him with a frown and crossed arms. Gallus let out a low, quiet grumble and lowered his head, looking towards the door, trying to look indignant. Gallus turned back to Hiritus and strode up to him with a seething gaze. He unfolded his arms and spoke simply. "I'm going to ask you one more time for free, jester. What were your goals here?"



"Wait, it doesn't have to be now, just..." Fendros tried to console Irenya, but she was off without stopping. "Thank you!" Fendros managed to say to her back as she walked off. Fendros then sighed and closed his eyes. That was a strange thing to see, but it was at least heartening.

Opening his eyes and looking to Ahnasha and Rhazii, Fendros couldn't help but smile. He decided he would let Ahnasha know at least. Rhazii might not understand now, but he could be taught later. Fendros picked up the remainder of his breakfast and shifted closer to the pair. It seemed like they were almost done anyway.

"So, that was an interesting talk," Fendros mentioned to Ahnasha, glancing in Irenya's direction one last time, "How much of that did you hear?" Fendros took a large bite out of his breakfast in an attempt to catch up.
<Snipped quote by Kho>

*drops it in the tear, never to be found again*

Woops, guess we'll never know.


Really? I found a cassette that fell out, let's see...

It's labelled Jvan Gone Wild Vol. 13.
"See? I told you," Gallus said to Meesei, "I say we cut him up in front of the others and use him as an example. He won't be able to use that smart mouth for anything else but screaming."

Gallus made sure to put a hint of frustration in his words, as if this wasn't the first time he tried to get an idea across that would probably not be taken up.



Returning her eye contact, Fendros gave a sympathetic smile. "I understand. I may not have grown up with such a hard line attitude as you, Irenya, but I used to think the same things about Khajiit, Dunmer, and Argonians. I was confronted as you are when I joined my pack. I am glad that you got to see the truth."

Fendros glanced to Ahnasha and Rhazii for a moment and tried to think of a way to pose what he wanted to say without triggering Irenya's pride. "Look, I can't guarantee that Ahnasha will not still be cross with you after the things you said, but if you feel like it...you could talk to her as well, tell her what you told me...I think it would be appreciated. I, at least, appreciate you talking to me."

It was no guarantee that Irenya would outright apologise, but Fendros thought he could coax that out of her if it was still required.
Holy Logos.

How does it feel to have your god name substituted for the likes of cow, moly, shit, hell, or Jesus H Christ in a Hat?
@Cyclone, Holy Logos, Astarte has competition! She needs to get rid of her if she wants her dreams of having a Harem of Gods all to herself to come true!


You've cursed us all to regress to reverse-harem anime stereotypes. Now Toun is going to have bright orange hair and get angry at everything.

...This is only half true.
With this last incident, I think Jvan and Toun have a yin and yang relationship right now.
The Imperial prisoner, Hiritus, was as immediately insufferable as Gallus suspected he would be. Gallus had walked into the room with an unimpressed expression and crossed his arms where he stood.

In order to establish hints to the narrative they would weave, Gallus mumbled to Meesei just loud enough for Hiritus to hear. He took on an impatient tone to act with, "Why are we keeping this one alive? His bloated ego is making the room stuffy." Gallus sniffed, "The others are more likely to talk."



Irenya's lack of an answer to whether she was alright went unpursued by Fendros. He just listened to what she had to say. As for her question in return, Fendros just said what he knew. "Actually...well, look, there are no more bad Khajiit in the world than there are bad people. You will find one if you meet enough, but in my experience, most people tend to be kind and thankful. Khajiit are no exception." Fendros peered around the space around them, to the clan members eating their own meals. "Especially to you. Not only are you helping the clan without asking for thanks, you're part of the group that led them to safety. There is no reason that they shouldn't show any gratitude."
Hey, uh, I don't mean to be a Donnie Downer, but wasn't Jvan spraying Lovecraftian silly-string all over Slough?

Also...
How do you do color text? And what color is Toun using in his speech?(name and code)

Without the spaces, use [ color=PaleGoldenrod ]

Protip: If ever you want to know how someone pulled some text formatting off, hit the 'quote' button down in the bottom-right of the post and just scroll through what it dumps in the reply box. It preserves all the formatting in there.
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