Oh yeah, I forgot to mention here. I landed a six week research scholarship this summer. It'll be full time work from later this month until early January, but the upshot is that I probably won't have homework. That means that posts might be once-ish per day during the week but more than that during the weekends where I can. Just letting you know.
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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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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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"Oh." Calia widened her eyes for a moment, but returned Ahnasha's hug all the same. "Very friendly of you, very friendly," she said with a laugh on her voice, stepping back. "Now, let me see you." The request seemed odd, given the state of Calia's eyes, but it became clear when she traced her hands up to Ahnasha's face and gently palmed around her head in various spots. Calia's hands travelled with her gentle pats down to Ahnasha's shoulders and arms in turn. "A strong girl, aren't you?" Calia commented. "Good, Fendros has inherited his father's temper. I will not have him pushing you around."
Calia brought her hands away to return them to her front, waving one down dismissively. "Regardless, you are to be my son's companion for what is likely to be the rest of your life." Her tone turned severe again. "As you are a mother yourself, you must understand the position I am in."
Behind Calia, Fendros had exchanged grateful pleasantries with his brother and sister already, but there were some matters remaining.
Monderyn was in a similar state to the day before. He seemed reluctant to be there, only smiling when absolutely socially required. His eyes kept glancing nervously towards the rest of Fendros' pack. On the other hand, Llarasa was rather excited. She was grinning ear to ear.
"We're so sorry we're late. Mother was stubborn about her presentation and spent hours longer than she should have." Llarasa's words came out in a fluster. "But we are glad to be here too, Fendros. Congratulations, I'll say it properly now." She came in for another hug.
"Thank you, sister." Fendros reciprocated the embrace, but looked wary when he pulled away. "What of father?"
Llarasa's joy drained from her shoulders and her eyes went down with a sigh. "He...Father speaks as if you do not exist."
Fendros blinked and pursed his lips. "I see." He then stepped aside, trying not to dwell on it. "Come and meet the rest of us. Rhazii probably doesn't remember you, but you might remember him." Fendros gestured towards the pack with one hand, inviting Llarasa and Monderyn forward.
They both strolled up reluctantly, but Llarasa kept a smile on her face.
Calia brought her hands away to return them to her front, waving one down dismissively. "Regardless, you are to be my son's companion for what is likely to be the rest of your life." Her tone turned severe again. "As you are a mother yourself, you must understand the position I am in."
Behind Calia, Fendros had exchanged grateful pleasantries with his brother and sister already, but there were some matters remaining.
Monderyn was in a similar state to the day before. He seemed reluctant to be there, only smiling when absolutely socially required. His eyes kept glancing nervously towards the rest of Fendros' pack. On the other hand, Llarasa was rather excited. She was grinning ear to ear.
"We're so sorry we're late. Mother was stubborn about her presentation and spent hours longer than she should have." Llarasa's words came out in a fluster. "But we are glad to be here too, Fendros. Congratulations, I'll say it properly now." She came in for another hug.
"Thank you, sister." Fendros reciprocated the embrace, but looked wary when he pulled away. "What of father?"
Llarasa's joy drained from her shoulders and her eyes went down with a sigh. "He...Father speaks as if you do not exist."
Fendros blinked and pursed his lips. "I see." He then stepped aside, trying not to dwell on it. "Come and meet the rest of us. Rhazii probably doesn't remember you, but you might remember him." Fendros gestured towards the pack with one hand, inviting Llarasa and Monderyn forward.
They both strolled up reluctantly, but Llarasa kept a smile on her face.
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Hey. Don't you know?
Obsidian has the sharpest edge of any material available right now.
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- Teknall is about two months (irl time) overdue for a personal and serious chat with Jvan, and the list of things to talk about is growing bigger every Turn. @Antarctic Termite
I think Toun might need to sit in on this meeting as well.
"I shudder to think," Fendros remarked. "It's not impossible that father would try to stop them, but mother does have sway with him. He wouldn't stop her if she was adamant about coming along."
Fendros sighed. Upon a breath in, he turned his head to Ahnasha. "I know you aren't one to fuss over appearance normally, but it needs to be said, Ahna..." He ran his fingers over Ahnasha's wrist near his shoulder. "You look radiant. Sabine's mixtures must be making you glow."
It wasn't as if the soaps, oils, and perfumes had not improved Ahnasha's appearance after they were applied in and near the water, but the lighting in the temple had suddenly made Fendros notice just how different it was. Her fur looked soft and vibrant, her eyes sparkled, and she had such a blended scent that only lycans could fully appreciate it. In turn, Fendros had taken on the effects of his own gifts from Sabine. His own hair was trimmed and straightened by his own hands, but Sabine's mixtures had given him some kind of regality overall. If not for his clothes, he would have appeared noble.
Before Ahnasha could complete any reply she might have had, the double doors of the temple creaked and let in a wash of daylight. The pack squinted and turned their attention to the newcomers.
"You can let go now, Llarasa dear. I know my way around the temple." The voice of Calia was the first to come from the three figures at the door. Their eyes quickly adjusted to reveal Monderyn and Llarasa, guiding Calia inside.
Calia was perhaps most appropriately dressed for a wedding, save for the priest. She wore a straight, elegant off-blue dress embroidered with dark swirling symmetrical patterns. Her hair was tied up and had freshly curled bangs lilting from in front of her ears. She gently brushed Llarasa's hand away and walked with perfect posture towards the pack.
Llarasa and Monderyn followed along in finery that was outdone by their mother, but still more formal than most of the pack. Fendros wondered why he should ever have worried about how much he was fussing with how much was evident in Monderyn and Llarasa's appearances.
Fendros had already stood up with a look of relief and approached them with his hands forward. "Mother, I'm so glad you came."
Calia smiled broadly, looking past Fendros with her milky eyes and holding her own hands out. They joined and embraced. Her voice spoke with presence that befit her entrance and dress. "My dear Fendros, this occasion is too important to miss." She pulled back and placed her hands on Fendros' cheeks and her tone became more stern. "You gave me much to think about, and I have decided that I will not push you away because you have found a place for yourself. I may not approve with all my heart, but cannot just abandon you." The smile returned. "Give your mother a kiss." She leaned and pulled Fendros to plant a quick kiss on his lips. "You smell gorgeous," her fingers clutched at his collar with both hands. "I wager you look gorgeous as well. Now..." She let him go and craned her head to listen over his shoulder. "Go and welcome your siblings."
"Thank you," Fendros nodded, looking overwhelmed. He stepped around Calia to embrace Llarasa and shake Monderyn's hand.
"Ahnasha?" Calia called out neutrally with a soft smile. "Come here, if you would." Calia beckoned to the air, not knowing Ahnasha's exact position. She had her arms partly outstretched to receive Ahnasha when she would walk over.
Sabine couldn't hide her nervousness after hearing about the day before. She stayed back for now, clutching one arm. Janius followed suit with more confidence. Rhazii stood chewing on his tail near Newt, wondering who these strangers were that seemed so familiar with his mother and father.
Fendros sighed. Upon a breath in, he turned his head to Ahnasha. "I know you aren't one to fuss over appearance normally, but it needs to be said, Ahna..." He ran his fingers over Ahnasha's wrist near his shoulder. "You look radiant. Sabine's mixtures must be making you glow."
It wasn't as if the soaps, oils, and perfumes had not improved Ahnasha's appearance after they were applied in and near the water, but the lighting in the temple had suddenly made Fendros notice just how different it was. Her fur looked soft and vibrant, her eyes sparkled, and she had such a blended scent that only lycans could fully appreciate it. In turn, Fendros had taken on the effects of his own gifts from Sabine. His own hair was trimmed and straightened by his own hands, but Sabine's mixtures had given him some kind of regality overall. If not for his clothes, he would have appeared noble.
Before Ahnasha could complete any reply she might have had, the double doors of the temple creaked and let in a wash of daylight. The pack squinted and turned their attention to the newcomers.
"You can let go now, Llarasa dear. I know my way around the temple." The voice of Calia was the first to come from the three figures at the door. Their eyes quickly adjusted to reveal Monderyn and Llarasa, guiding Calia inside.
Calia was perhaps most appropriately dressed for a wedding, save for the priest. She wore a straight, elegant off-blue dress embroidered with dark swirling symmetrical patterns. Her hair was tied up and had freshly curled bangs lilting from in front of her ears. She gently brushed Llarasa's hand away and walked with perfect posture towards the pack.
Llarasa and Monderyn followed along in finery that was outdone by their mother, but still more formal than most of the pack. Fendros wondered why he should ever have worried about how much he was fussing with how much was evident in Monderyn and Llarasa's appearances.
Fendros had already stood up with a look of relief and approached them with his hands forward. "Mother, I'm so glad you came."
Calia smiled broadly, looking past Fendros with her milky eyes and holding her own hands out. They joined and embraced. Her voice spoke with presence that befit her entrance and dress. "My dear Fendros, this occasion is too important to miss." She pulled back and placed her hands on Fendros' cheeks and her tone became more stern. "You gave me much to think about, and I have decided that I will not push you away because you have found a place for yourself. I may not approve with all my heart, but cannot just abandon you." The smile returned. "Give your mother a kiss." She leaned and pulled Fendros to plant a quick kiss on his lips. "You smell gorgeous," her fingers clutched at his collar with both hands. "I wager you look gorgeous as well. Now..." She let him go and craned her head to listen over his shoulder. "Go and welcome your siblings."
"Thank you," Fendros nodded, looking overwhelmed. He stepped around Calia to embrace Llarasa and shake Monderyn's hand.
"Ahnasha?" Calia called out neutrally with a soft smile. "Come here, if you would." Calia beckoned to the air, not knowing Ahnasha's exact position. She had her arms partly outstretched to receive Ahnasha when she would walk over.
Sabine couldn't hide her nervousness after hearing about the day before. She stayed back for now, clutching one arm. Janius followed suit with more confidence. Rhazii stood chewing on his tail near Newt, wondering who these strangers were that seemed so familiar with his mother and father.
Fendros' smile lowered slightly and he closed his eyes. As much as he had been trying to tell himself the same thing, hearing it from Ahnasha helped his hopes.
Fendros brought his hand up to the back of Ahnasha's neck. "I hope you're right Ahna. I hope you're right."
After enjoying the contact for a few seconds longer, Fendros' other hand found Ahnasha's and took the soap from her. "Your turn."
The pack and Gallus made their way to the Temple shortly after their morning routines and preparations were complete. Cuts-Canes-Faster had volunteered to watch over the campsite while they were gone, even after being invited to the ceremony. He was not one for temples, he said.
Just as the priest promised, the small temple was empty save for himself and an aide. He greeted each in the pack kindly, welcoming them inside. His friendliness seemed strange against the imposing statues that made up the reclamations, though the sight of Daedric princes was not one they were unfamiliar with.
Fendros sat on a pew, tapping his heel against the floor. He kept glancing over to the door. "We had exchanged the details. I would have thought they would arrive soon," Fendros said. "The ceremony is meant to begin soon, but we might have to delay it."
Fendros brought his hand up to the back of Ahnasha's neck. "I hope you're right Ahna. I hope you're right."
After enjoying the contact for a few seconds longer, Fendros' other hand found Ahnasha's and took the soap from her. "Your turn."
The pack and Gallus made their way to the Temple shortly after their morning routines and preparations were complete. Cuts-Canes-Faster had volunteered to watch over the campsite while they were gone, even after being invited to the ceremony. He was not one for temples, he said.
Just as the priest promised, the small temple was empty save for himself and an aide. He greeted each in the pack kindly, welcoming them inside. His friendliness seemed strange against the imposing statues that made up the reclamations, though the sight of Daedric princes was not one they were unfamiliar with.
Fendros sat on a pew, tapping his heel against the floor. He kept glancing over to the door. "We had exchanged the details. I would have thought they would arrive soon," Fendros said. "The ceremony is meant to begin soon, but we might have to delay it."
"If there is one thing I remember distinctly, it was the grass," Fendros commented. Not that invalidated Ahnasha's words. This general area was where everything began.
Without the distraction of washing himself, Fendros got to pause and think on Ahnasha's questions. "I...cannot say I know." Fendros raised his eyes to the clouds. "I got to know you because of the responsibility, really. Although, I'm sure that would have happened anyway, being in the pack long enough." Fendros looked at Ahnasha with a smile. "It's not as if sleeping with me changed your personality in an instant. Maybe things would have happened at a much slower pace."
Fendros looked out onto the water with his own smirk. "What about you? What would you say if you were told back then that the belligerent Dunmer would propose to you in the coming years?"
Without the distraction of washing himself, Fendros got to pause and think on Ahnasha's questions. "I...cannot say I know." Fendros raised his eyes to the clouds. "I got to know you because of the responsibility, really. Although, I'm sure that would have happened anyway, being in the pack long enough." Fendros looked at Ahnasha with a smile. "It's not as if sleeping with me changed your personality in an instant. Maybe things would have happened at a much slower pace."
Fendros looked out onto the water with his own smirk. "What about you? What would you say if you were told back then that the belligerent Dunmer would propose to you in the coming years?"
Fendros tensed up when he felt a shift in the breeze behind him. It was at least some warning of Ahnasha's approach, but not enough to stop her catching him off-guard.
After a quick laugh, Fendros brought one hand to Ahnasha's arms. "Knowing how I was back then, I would probably have been fearful that it might have been a marriage to the likes of you." He turned his head to plant a kiss on Ahnasha's cheek. "Good morning, Ahna."
Fendros returned to cleaning his arms and upper body with some soap. "Perhaps it is just a Cyrodilic tradition, but I was half-expecting that I would be forbidden from your presence before the ceremony."
After a quick laugh, Fendros brought one hand to Ahnasha's arms. "Knowing how I was back then, I would probably have been fearful that it might have been a marriage to the likes of you." He turned his head to plant a kiss on Ahnasha's cheek. "Good morning, Ahna."
Fendros returned to cleaning his arms and upper body with some soap. "Perhaps it is just a Cyrodilic tradition, but I was half-expecting that I would be forbidden from your presence before the ceremony."
Amongst Sularn and his folks, Toun worship and Teknall worship are definitely there. Intermingled, even.
Also sprinkled in is a small sect of goblins who have a sort-of respect and worship dynamic going on with Conata. Although, she's in the position of a pop-idol surrounded by slavering otakus in that sense. The reverence might develop into something more mature and doctrinal if she starts leading them around or something.
Also sprinkled in is a small sect of goblins who have a sort-of respect and worship dynamic going on with Conata. Although, she's in the position of a pop-idol surrounded by slavering otakus in that sense. The reverence might develop into something more mature and doctrinal if she starts leading them around or something.
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