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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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Vasco Pyjama
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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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I have a feeling that it would take a lot of effort to maintain plots for a large number of heroes.
Gallus had intended to suggest that there was a deeper affection that La'tahne had for Ri'vashi, but her response was fair enough. By the way La'tahne was described, however, Gallus couldn't help but be reminded of another such person. He slid his empty plate gently aside, rubbed his nose with the top of one finger, and clasped his hands together.
"Actually, Ri'vashi, I can think of one other who shows very similar traits." Gallus said matter-of-factly, but with raised eyebrows and a strained smile. "You remember the pride we rescued from imprisonment after we landed? There is a woman in that pride by the name of La'khay, who...well, I think she has the same approach as La'tahne." She even seduced Tzirret at one point, the poor kid, Gallus almost said, chuckling briefly instead. "Don't get me wrong, she's a very friendly person, but..." Gallus looked to the table and let out a breath through his closed lips in an overwhelmed expression, "...she hasn't much shame, let's just put it that way. I don't know if she just goes for men or not, though. Never thought to ask."
In that moment, Gallus stilled himself, raised an eyebrow, and flicked his eyes up to Ri'vashi. "Divines, what would happen if they met each other!?" Gallus pulled a bewildered sturgeon frown, "Would they butt heads, or...?" Gallus decided not to finish that sentence.
Sabine nodded affirmatively to Peiter's idea. But when he asked confirmation of his opinion, Sabine had to pause and look to Tzirret in thought.
"I do not think he should be in the fight." Sabine said, "Though...if his friend gets hurt or killed..." Sabine bit her lip, "He would never forgive himself." Sabine turned to Peiter again and shrugged, "He has been in a battle before. He has more experience than most his age. You are right, though. He could be distracted." Sabine sighed and closed her eyes, "It is not so simple. I think Gallus would know better than me or you."
"Actually, Ri'vashi, I can think of one other who shows very similar traits." Gallus said matter-of-factly, but with raised eyebrows and a strained smile. "You remember the pride we rescued from imprisonment after we landed? There is a woman in that pride by the name of La'khay, who...well, I think she has the same approach as La'tahne." She even seduced Tzirret at one point, the poor kid, Gallus almost said, chuckling briefly instead. "Don't get me wrong, she's a very friendly person, but..." Gallus looked to the table and let out a breath through his closed lips in an overwhelmed expression, "...she hasn't much shame, let's just put it that way. I don't know if she just goes for men or not, though. Never thought to ask."
In that moment, Gallus stilled himself, raised an eyebrow, and flicked his eyes up to Ri'vashi. "Divines, what would happen if they met each other!?" Gallus pulled a bewildered sturgeon frown, "Would they butt heads, or...?" Gallus decided not to finish that sentence.
Sabine nodded affirmatively to Peiter's idea. But when he asked confirmation of his opinion, Sabine had to pause and look to Tzirret in thought.
"I do not think he should be in the fight." Sabine said, "Though...if his friend gets hurt or killed..." Sabine bit her lip, "He would never forgive himself." Sabine turned to Peiter again and shrugged, "He has been in a battle before. He has more experience than most his age. You are right, though. He could be distracted." Sabine sighed and closed her eyes, "It is not so simple. I think Gallus would know better than me or you."
Gallus put up both hands with closed eyes and a smile. "Perish the thought, dear clan leader," Gallus opened his eyes, "I've not actually spoken to La'tahne at any capacity except about the prisoner." Having made his case, Gallus put his hands back behind his head and grinned in amusement. "No, I apologise for prying," Gallus offered a hand in consolation, "You were just rather open before, perhaps I was pushing my luck."
Despite his apology, an idea formed in Gallus' mind that he thought would be funny for a tease. Thinking back on the tavern in Senchal brought together an interesting explanation for La'tahne's behaviour around Ri'vashi. Meesei was not likely unique in one special characteristic. "Do you think La'tahne might be attracted to you?" Gallus asked bluntly, but with a mischievous smile.
"I agree," Sabine said, looking over at Tzirret as well with a similar expression of worry.
After taking a breath and glancing to the ground, Sabine turned to Peiter again. "Do you think he is trying to prove himself?" Sabine asked without any humour in her voice. She glanced to Tzirret again and back to Peiter. "He might just want to be with Ma'tanza rather than stay." Sabine stopped and shook his head, "No, you offered for him to come along without being in the fight. Never mind."
Despite his apology, an idea formed in Gallus' mind that he thought would be funny for a tease. Thinking back on the tavern in Senchal brought together an interesting explanation for La'tahne's behaviour around Ri'vashi. Meesei was not likely unique in one special characteristic. "Do you think La'tahne might be attracted to you?" Gallus asked bluntly, but with a mischievous smile.
"I agree," Sabine said, looking over at Tzirret as well with a similar expression of worry.
After taking a breath and glancing to the ground, Sabine turned to Peiter again. "Do you think he is trying to prove himself?" Sabine asked without any humour in her voice. She glanced to Tzirret again and back to Peiter. "He might just want to be with Ma'tanza rather than stay." Sabine stopped and shook his head, "No, you offered for him to come along without being in the fight. Never mind."
I'm procrastinating, and I accidentally a slightly crummy header.
I think I'll use this for vignettes of hain reactions to featured gods. Feel free to use if you like.
EDIT: Changed the hue. It was a bit too green before.
I think I'll use this for vignettes of hain reactions to featured gods. Feel free to use if you like.
EDIT: Changed the hue. It was a bit too green before.
Gallus continued eating as Ri'vashi spoke. Unlike her, he had been eating whenever she paused, so he was almost finished.
"I should expect as much, yes. Probably full of moon sugar as well." Gallus commented. "You know, shortly after we landed in Senchal, we all went to wait at a local dockside tavern where we would apparently meet up with contacts from the Senchal clan. We were waiting for a while, so I ended up ordering a drink. 'The local speciality' was what I requested, and I swear, it was just water with moon sugar in it." Gallus nodded to one side, looking at the table with a raised eyebrow, "It might as well have been moon sugar with water in it for how strong it was." Gallus stopped and raised a hand, "Now, don't get me wrong, I do love mead, but...there's such a thing as too sweet." He sighed. "It has been too long since I've had a nice, crisp ale. There's nothing like it."
Gallus finished his dinner in one more mouthful and leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "Anyway, back to what we were saying earlier. You say your personal life has been too dull for any tarnishes. I find it hard to believe that the only embarrassing experience you've had in life was to be honest with an Altmer. Surely you've had some other excitement in your life. Have you?"
Perhaps he was sick of being a coward for so long or perhaps it was simply adolescent defiance. Tzirret's frustration turned into outright anger at this point. He bared his teeth and flattened his ears, bit still held onto his arm. "I want to help my friends," he said stubbornly without giving Peiter or Sabine eye contact, "Peiter and Sabine do not understand!" With that, Tzirret took his dinner, stood up, and walked off as quickly as he could in a huff.
"Tzirret! Wait!" Sabine called out and reached out a hand, but there was no response.
It appeared that Tzirret was heading off to an unoccupied table further away to finish his dinner.
Sabine looked to Peiter with something of a lost expression. "Has...Tzirret ever done that before?"
Tzirret had his back to them both as he started on his dinner. His ears were still flattened and he was hunched over, angrily chewing his food.
"I should expect as much, yes. Probably full of moon sugar as well." Gallus commented. "You know, shortly after we landed in Senchal, we all went to wait at a local dockside tavern where we would apparently meet up with contacts from the Senchal clan. We were waiting for a while, so I ended up ordering a drink. 'The local speciality' was what I requested, and I swear, it was just water with moon sugar in it." Gallus nodded to one side, looking at the table with a raised eyebrow, "It might as well have been moon sugar with water in it for how strong it was." Gallus stopped and raised a hand, "Now, don't get me wrong, I do love mead, but...there's such a thing as too sweet." He sighed. "It has been too long since I've had a nice, crisp ale. There's nothing like it."
Gallus finished his dinner in one more mouthful and leaned back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "Anyway, back to what we were saying earlier. You say your personal life has been too dull for any tarnishes. I find it hard to believe that the only embarrassing experience you've had in life was to be honest with an Altmer. Surely you've had some other excitement in your life. Have you?"
Perhaps he was sick of being a coward for so long or perhaps it was simply adolescent defiance. Tzirret's frustration turned into outright anger at this point. He bared his teeth and flattened his ears, bit still held onto his arm. "I want to help my friends," he said stubbornly without giving Peiter or Sabine eye contact, "Peiter and Sabine do not understand!" With that, Tzirret took his dinner, stood up, and walked off as quickly as he could in a huff.
"Tzirret! Wait!" Sabine called out and reached out a hand, but there was no response.
It appeared that Tzirret was heading off to an unoccupied table further away to finish his dinner.
Sabine looked to Peiter with something of a lost expression. "Has...Tzirret ever done that before?"
Tzirret had his back to them both as he started on his dinner. His ears were still flattened and he was hunched over, angrily chewing his food.
"Aha," Gallus leaned forward and had one elbow on the table and was waving his finger up in the air in Ri'vashi's direction. He was smiling, but his tone was of a friendly and not-so-serious warning, "It's just the same as love as with drinking; if you don't have practice, it'll catch you out more easily." Gallus chuckled and brought his hand back, "In any case, it's surprising to hear that you're a...well a lightweight seems an inappropriate term. Perhaps you might try a drinking contest with Lorag so he can regain his pride after your bout a little while ago."
After a quick laugh, Gallus closed his mouth and thought for a moment. He lowered his brow as a question came to mind. "How often is drink broken out in this clan, anyway? What is the local brew here in Anequina?"
Sabine briefly smiled at Peiter with his greeting, but quickly brought her attention back to Tzirret. It quickly became clear to her what the topic of conversation was.
Frustration passed onto Tzirret's face. "No! Did Peiter not listen? Bheja is going to be fighting as well." Tzirret's breathing was uneasy, but at least he was managing to keep his voice down. "This one does not want Bheja or Peiter or Sabine to get hurt or killed because he was not there to help."
"Have you tried talking Bheja out of fighting?" Sabine asked.
Tzirret nodded, "Everyone has. Even S'nishi, and she has been in more battles than any of us."
There was a pause where Sabine looked to Peiter with worry, and then back to Tzirret. "Look, Tzirret...Peiter and I can take care of ourselves. You do not have to worry too much about us." Sabine blinked a couple of times, glancing to one side. "We...don't know Bheja's skills. But still, we are worried that you might be the one who will get hurt."
"No!" Tzirret said a bit more loudly and defiantly. Then, as if suddenly realising his near-shouting, quietened to a mumble again. "Tzirret has to try."
Sabine sighed, apparently not knowing what else to say. She had a niggling feeling that this was about something more to Tzirret.
After a quick laugh, Gallus closed his mouth and thought for a moment. He lowered his brow as a question came to mind. "How often is drink broken out in this clan, anyway? What is the local brew here in Anequina?"
Sabine briefly smiled at Peiter with his greeting, but quickly brought her attention back to Tzirret. It quickly became clear to her what the topic of conversation was.
Frustration passed onto Tzirret's face. "No! Did Peiter not listen? Bheja is going to be fighting as well." Tzirret's breathing was uneasy, but at least he was managing to keep his voice down. "This one does not want Bheja or Peiter or Sabine to get hurt or killed because he was not there to help."
"Have you tried talking Bheja out of fighting?" Sabine asked.
Tzirret nodded, "Everyone has. Even S'nishi, and she has been in more battles than any of us."
There was a pause where Sabine looked to Peiter with worry, and then back to Tzirret. "Look, Tzirret...Peiter and I can take care of ourselves. You do not have to worry too much about us." Sabine blinked a couple of times, glancing to one side. "We...don't know Bheja's skills. But still, we are worried that you might be the one who will get hurt."
"No!" Tzirret said a bit more loudly and defiantly. Then, as if suddenly realising his near-shouting, quietened to a mumble again. "Tzirret has to try."
Sabine sighed, apparently not knowing what else to say. She had a niggling feeling that this was about something more to Tzirret.
"That was part of it, I have no doubt," Gallus said, "Though, I think it more likely that there were three other reasons that my pack was selected. First and foremost, Meesei wanted to have greater numbers on her journey for the sake of protecting the children. Have you met Rhazii and Newt yet? They are sweet little things, but too young to protect themselves." Gallus pointed two fingers, "Secondly, I have expertise in my pack. My packmates Uthri and Irenya are great with the wilderness and healing, respectively. Not to mention, they are excellent in a fight. Finally, my boys Peiter and Tzirret...they needed worldly experience. Although, that reason was closer to myself than Meesei. It's why I nominated my pack to join them." Gallus was about to go back to his food, but looked up momentarily, gesturing aimlessly, "Apart from...you know, my own troubles."
Gallus took a deep breath and leaned back a bit. "Anyway, where were we? Ah yes, training. My father is a Skyrim Nord and a veteran of the civil war up there. He was much younger when it happened, but he was trained as an officer in the imperial legion before he was turned. He, uh...it was pretty clear that he was training me with the intention of grooming me for leadership. I think he wanted a legacy on the council table in the Bruma pack. I'm not sure that I'm really cut out for it, though. Everyone says that you have to maintain an flawless image in order to lead that many people. I think I would find that too stifling." Gallus shuffled his food on his plate as if he wasn't sure whether he was still hungry. He was almost finished anyway. "I'll give the old man credit, he knew the ways of war."
Clutching one arm, Tzirret fidgeted in his seat and looked down. "Not really, but he has to now." Tzirret said with an agitated tightness to his voice, "This one was told that he would join the march. He was going to talk to Gallus about it and try to stay here, but he told his friends first. When he heard that Bheja and Ma'tanza were going, he knew that he could not just stay. And now you and Sabine are going as well." With worried eyes, Tzirret glanced up at Peiter, then down at the table. "Isn't Peiter worried about Sabine going?"
"Who is worried about me?" Sabine asked curiously as she made herself apparent. She had a bowl of dried fruits and a cut of meat in her hands as she took a seat up close to Peiter. "Are you alright, Tzirret?"
Tzirret shifted uncomfortably again. Peiter could explain when he answered Tzirret's question.
Gallus took a deep breath and leaned back a bit. "Anyway, where were we? Ah yes, training. My father is a Skyrim Nord and a veteran of the civil war up there. He was much younger when it happened, but he was trained as an officer in the imperial legion before he was turned. He, uh...it was pretty clear that he was training me with the intention of grooming me for leadership. I think he wanted a legacy on the council table in the Bruma pack. I'm not sure that I'm really cut out for it, though. Everyone says that you have to maintain an flawless image in order to lead that many people. I think I would find that too stifling." Gallus shuffled his food on his plate as if he wasn't sure whether he was still hungry. He was almost finished anyway. "I'll give the old man credit, he knew the ways of war."
Clutching one arm, Tzirret fidgeted in his seat and looked down. "Not really, but he has to now." Tzirret said with an agitated tightness to his voice, "This one was told that he would join the march. He was going to talk to Gallus about it and try to stay here, but he told his friends first. When he heard that Bheja and Ma'tanza were going, he knew that he could not just stay. And now you and Sabine are going as well." With worried eyes, Tzirret glanced up at Peiter, then down at the table. "Isn't Peiter worried about Sabine going?"
"Who is worried about me?" Sabine asked curiously as she made herself apparent. She had a bowl of dried fruits and a cut of meat in her hands as she took a seat up close to Peiter. "Are you alright, Tzirret?"
Tzirret shifted uncomfortably again. Peiter could explain when he answered Tzirret's question.
Welp, that's enough hair-horror and flesh-imagining for one night...
Gallus managed to finish two mouthfuls of his dinner as he patiently listened to Ri'vashi's rebuttal. The way she spoke about the art of battle amused him. Once she finished, Gallus pointed to her chin briefly. "I have a request for you, Ri'vashi. Don't ever grow a beard. Otherwise I'll have two fathers after what you just said."
Even though Gallus figured that what he had said was more polite than flatly telling Ri'vashi that she was telling him what he already knew, he lightened his voice all the same. "You're right, though. I never said that my techniques were perfect. They're situational, even. I'll carry a spear and a shield just like anyone else in a formation." Gallus snorted again, "It's just a dagger on the end of a stick, after all."
Gallus then cut another slice of meat and leaned forward with a squint and a grin, "Now...correct me if I'm wrong, but this wouldn't happen to be a passion of yours, would it? I'm afraid that we might start swapping battle stories."
"Yes, Tzirret is coming too." Tzirret at least appeared slightly more relaxed after hearing that Peiter and Sabine would be marching as well. However, he was staring down at his food worriedly. "He is nervous, yes, but...Ma'tanza, Bheja, and S'nishi are coming as well. Ma'tanza will not be fighting, but Bheja will, and he had never been in a battle before."
Tzirret looked up at Peiter. "Back in Bruma, three years ago, we were separated in that fight. Could we...make sure to try and stay together this time? This one does not want any of us to get badly hurt."
Even though Gallus figured that what he had said was more polite than flatly telling Ri'vashi that she was telling him what he already knew, he lightened his voice all the same. "You're right, though. I never said that my techniques were perfect. They're situational, even. I'll carry a spear and a shield just like anyone else in a formation." Gallus snorted again, "It's just a dagger on the end of a stick, after all."
Gallus then cut another slice of meat and leaned forward with a squint and a grin, "Now...correct me if I'm wrong, but this wouldn't happen to be a passion of yours, would it? I'm afraid that we might start swapping battle stories."
"Yes, Tzirret is coming too." Tzirret at least appeared slightly more relaxed after hearing that Peiter and Sabine would be marching as well. However, he was staring down at his food worriedly. "He is nervous, yes, but...Ma'tanza, Bheja, and S'nishi are coming as well. Ma'tanza will not be fighting, but Bheja will, and he had never been in a battle before."
Tzirret looked up at Peiter. "Back in Bruma, three years ago, we were separated in that fight. Could we...make sure to try and stay together this time? This one does not want any of us to get badly hurt."
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