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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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So, I am working at a convention this week that'll eat up most waking moments during the day. Just a warning that I'll be much less active until next week.
Gallus let Peiter voice his thoughts with the same small smile throughout. He did not hesitate to respond to him regarding deferring until later.
"Of course not," Gallus said. "It's no small thing to think about. Sleep on it, give it consideration. I'll give you until we get home to decide."
Gallus pushed off the rock he was leaning against and unfolded his arms, putting one fist on his hip and regarding Peiter with a soft expression. "Alright, I think I've bothered you enough about that. Is there anything else you'd like to talk about?" Gallus glanced back at the camp. "There's something important that I have to talk to the pack about in a moment." Gallus tilted his head slightly and decided to provide a starting point. "How are things with you and Sabine?"
"Yes, he does not like to talk about it," Sabine confirmed without looking up. "It just...he is tired all of the time. It is like he is not completely conscious." Sabine sighed heavily and closed her eyes. "I feel like he is trying to hide from everyone sometimes. Even me. It...just hurts."
"Of course not," Gallus said. "It's no small thing to think about. Sleep on it, give it consideration. I'll give you until we get home to decide."
Gallus pushed off the rock he was leaning against and unfolded his arms, putting one fist on his hip and regarding Peiter with a soft expression. "Alright, I think I've bothered you enough about that. Is there anything else you'd like to talk about?" Gallus glanced back at the camp. "There's something important that I have to talk to the pack about in a moment." Gallus tilted his head slightly and decided to provide a starting point. "How are things with you and Sabine?"
"Yes, he does not like to talk about it," Sabine confirmed without looking up. "It just...he is tired all of the time. It is like he is not completely conscious." Sabine sighed heavily and closed her eyes. "I feel like he is trying to hide from everyone sometimes. Even me. It...just hurts."
And when Zephyrion raised the paper bag from his crownless head, it shone with the radiance of one thousand suns, for not a single hair was present to absorb the gaze of Ull'yang.
The mortals did then lament, with screams of "BAAAALD! BAAAAALD! BAAAAALD!" And they pointed and screamed with terror and wonder. The might so great it was that the corneas of many were brought to a painful simmer.
Perturbed by this eventuality, the mighty storm god pleaded with his thumb near to his forefinger. "Thinning! It's just thinning!"
The mortals did then lament, with screams of "BAAAALD! BAAAAALD! BAAAAALD!" And they pointed and screamed with terror and wonder. The might so great it was that the corneas of many were brought to a painful simmer.
Perturbed by this eventuality, the mighty storm god pleaded with his thumb near to his forefinger. "Thinning! It's just thinning!"
Hey guys, fair warning, I've got a convention that I'm working at for the next four days or so and I'll have something else to prepare for on Wednesday. I won't be completely unavailable but I won't be super-active, either.
Please be patient with me regarding the collabs and catching up with the flurry of posts.
Please be patient with me regarding the collabs and catching up with the flurry of posts.
"Hey, Peiter, come now, you know what I meant," Gallus answered calmly, keeping his arms folded. "Look, I can tell you don't want to linger on this, so I'll be straight with you. You have a number of options open to you when we get home. None of them are going to be easy, but you need to decide what's best for you rather than what you think you deserve."
Gallus slowly unfolded one arm, still supporting his elbow with his other hand, and presented a finger. "The first is that you take up a trade or a job that you can still do with one arm, which is more than you might think. Farming, carpentry, masonry, bookkeeping, whatever you can think of. You can learn to do these things with one arm at your own pace." Gallus raised another finger. "The second option is that you go up to the scholar's loft and start expanding on those tricks that Sabine taught you. You never needed two arms to do that, but it's not going to be any easier." Gallus raised a third finger. "The third is something you might not have thought of and is probably the hardest. I've talked to the head blacksmith about false arms that you can strap a shield to. If you can learn to use a spear in your left hand, you can stand in a formation. And we're going to need all the men we can get in the coming years, so don't think you'll be unfair to others if you decide on that."
With a backwards tilt of his head, Gallus slowly folded his arm back against his chest and lowered his voice. "All three roads are hard but you still have a choice to be useful if that's what you're worried about. Your pack will support you in any decision you make." Gallus suddenly raised a tight smile. "So, what'll it be, Peit?"
Sabine was looking down, but peered up to Meesei with a bit of surprise. "Take my mind off it all?" she repeated, apparently more confused than saddened at this point. She looked to one side in thought. "When we talked about that three years ago, we went to have a swim. There is no water to swim here." Sabine seemed somewhat lost. "I am not sure that I should just try not to worry, anyway. It does not change..." Sabine trailed off and pursed her lips. In her mind, she knew that Meesei had a point simply because she had argued it first, back when they first entered the Bruma clanhome.
Instead, Sabine tried to think of how she would unwind. Her obvious answer became clear quickly and it was not reassuring. She sat back at a right angle to Meesei and brought her knees up to wrap her arms around them. Then, quietly, she found the words while she looked at her legs. "To take my mind off it, I would...want to be with Peiter and just laugh with him. But...Peiter has not been acting the same." There was a pause where she blinked a couple of times. "He is sad about his arm. I do not know what to do. It just makes me more stressed in the end."
Gallus slowly unfolded one arm, still supporting his elbow with his other hand, and presented a finger. "The first is that you take up a trade or a job that you can still do with one arm, which is more than you might think. Farming, carpentry, masonry, bookkeeping, whatever you can think of. You can learn to do these things with one arm at your own pace." Gallus raised another finger. "The second option is that you go up to the scholar's loft and start expanding on those tricks that Sabine taught you. You never needed two arms to do that, but it's not going to be any easier." Gallus raised a third finger. "The third is something you might not have thought of and is probably the hardest. I've talked to the head blacksmith about false arms that you can strap a shield to. If you can learn to use a spear in your left hand, you can stand in a formation. And we're going to need all the men we can get in the coming years, so don't think you'll be unfair to others if you decide on that."
With a backwards tilt of his head, Gallus slowly folded his arm back against his chest and lowered his voice. "All three roads are hard but you still have a choice to be useful if that's what you're worried about. Your pack will support you in any decision you make." Gallus suddenly raised a tight smile. "So, what'll it be, Peit?"
Sabine was looking down, but peered up to Meesei with a bit of surprise. "Take my mind off it all?" she repeated, apparently more confused than saddened at this point. She looked to one side in thought. "When we talked about that three years ago, we went to have a swim. There is no water to swim here." Sabine seemed somewhat lost. "I am not sure that I should just try not to worry, anyway. It does not change..." Sabine trailed off and pursed her lips. In her mind, she knew that Meesei had a point simply because she had argued it first, back when they first entered the Bruma clanhome.
Instead, Sabine tried to think of how she would unwind. Her obvious answer became clear quickly and it was not reassuring. She sat back at a right angle to Meesei and brought her knees up to wrap her arms around them. Then, quietly, she found the words while she looked at her legs. "To take my mind off it, I would...want to be with Peiter and just laugh with him. But...Peiter has not been acting the same." There was a pause where she blinked a couple of times. "He is sad about his arm. I do not know what to do. It just makes me more stressed in the end."
The hain would have given names to the visions they see when they approach their second hatching, but I don't think they would know that nature of the gap. Except maybe sculptors, but that's Jvan's whisperings. I'm not sure how detailed they are.
@Antarctic Termite You should try being in the Stand collab. It's like a restaurant kitchen in there with the fume hoods on full blast.
xD Thank you. I'm a little scattered today. Too much activity.
@LokiLeo789 Summary hider on your post, pl0x
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