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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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Ok now, it wasn't THAT good. Sure, he upped the quality and used some meaty words, but don't let that put you off. Your posts are great too imo


Mate, no. Honeyed words, right there. Don't even try to compare my drivel to that masterpiece.

You know what?



I quit writing forever.
Ideas were already whirring in Gallus' mind on how exactly they would capture the general of Vile's forces, let alone a Cathay-raht lycan. He would much prefer trying to take a subordinate. He had a feeling that getting information out of Do'rhajul would be especially difficult, if not impossible in whatever time frame they had. Of course, Gallus had never met him as far as he was aware.

After cupping his hands around his mouth and breathing on them to warm them, Gallus became curious with Meesei's memory. "Have you heard the name before?" Gallus asked, "Was it more recent or from the past? Perhaps someone in your pack might remember?" Gallus turned his head to look about to the rest of Meesei's entourage. He thought he recognised the other familiar scent in the dark. "Hey, Ahnasha. Does the name mean anything to you?"



Fendros looked away for only a moment to think. He frowned and shrugged. "I see no reason why not to," Fendros said, "Just...do remember that Rhazii is young. He..." Fendros stopped himself, smiled, and then released the rest of his breath through his nose, "You know, I shouldn't worry." He tilted his head forward and looked to Jo'rashaad. "As long as he isn't chided for referring to himself directly when he speaks, I think it is a good idea."

With a sudden and short breath in, Fendros remembered one last thing. "Ah, also, Rhazii and Newt are good friends, but they can sometimes be rough with one another. Do not be afraid to break up any play-fighting if they start to cause harm."
Without even a hint of disappointment, Gallus replaced the severed head into the bag of supplies again. "As you wish," he added.

With the rest of the group ready to move out, Gallus regarded Meesei with a concerned look, and then began moving with his eyes to the rocky ground. "Are there any other options for finding out more about this, though? I do not like the idea of Vile having a gambit that we cannot anticipate."



"Um..." Rhazii pursed his lips tightly as he thought back and hummed. "Only meat and the food on the ship. Mama does not like me eating too much moon sugar."

Fendros elaborated, "I think any Khajiit cuisine that Rhazii has eaten were treats anyway. There hasn't been much opportunity with the rations from Senchal to here." Fendros leaned around to catch Rhazii's eye. "You remember that pudding that Ophelia made for you back at the Bruma festival, little one? I believe that was a Khajiit meal."

Rhazii's eyes widened as they turned to Fendros. "The cup of sweet milk that wobbled? With the berries?" he asked excitedly.

Fendros nodded.

At this, Rhazii's head shot to Jo'rashaad with yet more anticipation than before. He raised his voice, "All the food is like that!?"
"Mm," Gallus nodded in agreement. "It sounds a simple objective but that does not rule out a subtle plan. We should be wary of any ploy to cluster many lycans closely together, or for any hint of a large scale...movement of Vile's forces." Gallus let out a breath through almost closed lips, "...however useful that course of action is."

Once Meesei's entourage had removed Hiritus' body, Gallus stepped around and began pushing over the cot he had made from the rocks. He spoke over the dull clacking and grinding. "In the shorter term, I am concerned about the strength of this stronghold. I am looking forward to hearing from our scouts." Gallus glanced up at Meesei with a little more reluctance. "However, without anything on the culling, I feel like we're sitting like ducks, ready to be shot. I would like to suggest something..."

Gallus walked over to his supplies and pulled out the sack that contained Dar-tzesa's head. The last patches blood that had seeped through the cloth had turned a sickly brown. "We still have this and I still have names and information. I would hear your opinion first, but I suggest infiltrating. I can go on with this ruse and see if I can find out anything else. Even a hint would be better than nothing."



Fendros curled his lips and formed a tight, understanding smile. Though Jo'rashaad may not have been comfortable talking about the subject, Fendros had a feeling that his advice may prove useful if things got worse. It remained to be seen whether that would happen.

As for the question to Rhazii, Fendros breathed in to answer for him, but Rhazii was receptive to the attention. He sat himself up straighter with hopeful eyes to Jo'rashaad. "Can I have sweetrolls for breakfast?"

Fendros let out his breath in a slightly anxious laugh. "No, little one, I don't think you'll be getting away with that."

Rhazii didn't seem discouraged yet. "What about lunch?"

This wasn't the first time Fendros had been in this argument. "No, and not dinner either-"

"What about in between?" Rhazii interrupted. That part was a new addition to the argument.

Fendros smiled widely and straightened as well. "Only for a treat, little one."

Rhazii seemed flicked his head around to glance at Fendros, but perked his ears more predominantly in Jo'rashaad's direction, waiting for an answer.

"Well, there isn't much beyond a regular child's needs to consider," Fendros said to Jo'rashaad. "Make sure he goes to bed at the same time, keep his diet varied, you would know all this." Fendros' smile faded as he took his next breath. "One thing to keep in mind is that Rhazii isn't too comfortable around fires, especially large ones."

Rhazii's ears drooped a little upon hearing the word 'fires,' but he still waited for his answer.
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No, no one has been... Except the hain themselves. That sort of event probably lives on in legend.

Lol. So true.


Vulamera's hain research journal, entry 7,883,223,401: "Funny, it seems that in every culture of the hain all around Galbar, every single language has definite words with the definition of 'mind crush.' This is despite the hain having no outward natural propensity for psychic power. This will require further investigation."
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Hmmmm, revealing that bit of info might be fun.


No one has really been keeping an eye on him. I mean, as far as I can remember, even Niciel wasn't around the valley at the time that Toun completed the hain.

Now Vestec, I can understand him not caring much about the mind rape. If anything, it's the one activity that he and Toun have in common right now.
...The slave Hain [...] were made that way, thus they never knew how being free really was.


Ahem, yes. They, uh...they were made that way from the start! There was no way that they were...chained down forcibly or anything. Aheh, nope. They were never the same at the regular hain at all.
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Then Saltheax-Yul comes in to ruin your fun like


Remember, you cannot spell Saltheax-Yul without spelling Salty!
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I am now imagining an infant screaming while being spun on a pottery wheel. Covered in clay. There's a special circle in hell, and I just booked reservations.
...


And I only now just realised that it could, at worst, rip off the movie Ghost. With the spinning baby added. Yeah, book a seat for me on that ride as well, mate.
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