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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!
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The information that Meesei presented bore so much weight that no one in the council was anything more than frozen and speechless for an awkward while. There were so many questions to ask that merely thinking about one gave rise to another.
The first to cut through the silence was none other than Darahil. He had not moved an inch from his position, hands weaved on the table and his slightly angled head showing no emotion. "Did you discover anything further about this gas? How long does it take to work and did you manage to salvage a sample?"
All of the council members stopped their lost glancing at each other and refocussed on Meesei again.
The first to cut through the silence was none other than Darahil. He had not moved an inch from his position, hands weaved on the table and his slightly angled head showing no emotion. "Did you discover anything further about this gas? How long does it take to work and did you manage to salvage a sample?"
All of the council members stopped their lost glancing at each other and refocussed on Meesei again.
The meeting was not held up for long by Oswall and Gallus. They strode in with the same presence that they had greeted one another with. While Gallus was fatigued from the journey, he seemed in a surprisingly positive mood. That said, he wasn't so upbeat as to reduce the seriousness of what they would be sharing.
The father and son both found a seat each. "So, shall we begin?" Gallus asked, before sniffing back on a runny nose.
"You alright, Gallus?" Uthri asked quietly.
Gallus cut the air with his hand dismissively. "I'm fine. Just a bit of moisture from the cold outside."
Darahil had his hands weaved together on the table in front of himself, serious as ever. He nodded to Meesei. "Please," he said. "Continue, champion."
The father and son both found a seat each. "So, shall we begin?" Gallus asked, before sniffing back on a runny nose.
"You alright, Gallus?" Uthri asked quietly.
Gallus cut the air with his hand dismissively. "I'm fine. Just a bit of moisture from the cold outside."
Darahil had his hands weaved together on the table in front of himself, serious as ever. He nodded to Meesei. "Please," he said. "Continue, champion."
I'm going to bed now. If I wake up and find ten pages of gifposting in the OOC, I'm quitting the internet forever.
@Antarctic Termite Alright, well now that I have the context, I'll correct you all by saying that a feeder fetish might fall under the umbrella term of inflation, but technically could mean anything from food, to air, to milk, to babies, to...
What are you looking at me like that for?
What are you looking at me like that for?
*Checks the thread at the start of page 395, ignorant of the context*
OH, GOD DAMN IT TERMITE!
OH, GOD DAMN IT TERMITE!
I had it down in my timeline that a proper Slough cult was set up as a result of that pied piper routine, but that doesn't have to happen.
G'night!
You can take us to the meeting now unless there was anything else you wanted to do.
Gallus and Oswall were already separated from them by the time Meesei answered, so Uthri was the one who spoke for his pack. "Alright boys, let's drop our bags off and head up to the council room. There will be time for catching up with everyone later."
With that, they went their separate ways for the moment. Sabine gave Peiter an encouraging smile before she let his hand go to drop off her own luggage. Everyone would assemble in the council's regular meeting room in short order.
With that, they went their separate ways for the moment. Sabine gave Peiter an encouraging smile before she let his hand go to drop off her own luggage. Everyone would assemble in the council's regular meeting room in short order.
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