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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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The 'roll up the sleeves' Toun theme. Thank you Vec.
The theme of the hain.
You know, I thought I would do a post today, but I've instead been filling out background creation sheets for the post, spending much of my time working out that the ancient Greek antonym for exo- is eso-. Hopefully my pseudo-Greek doesn't sound too retarded in the end.

Anyway, hopefully I get the post done tonight, but no promises.
Alright. In that case, the next post will take a while. I have a couple of other things to do before then, so don't stay up too late waiting.
I'm not exactly sure.

We don't have to go through the goodbyes between the pack and Fendros' family, so I guess we could keep going on the mission. Did you intend for anything to happen on the road?

If not, I guess we could get to the point where Gallus arrives at Gideon with his guide and have a scene with the pack in parallel with whatever you feel should be the next scene for them.
"Oh, no, those kinds of things would not be talked about in the open. Not at all," Fendros agreed with a forced smile at Ahnasha's levity. The smile did not last long as he continued. "But, I think you're mistaking father as someone who is more flexible. He is the Dunmer that would show contempt to someone in his position. At the same time, he is the last person to admit that he is wrong. The length of time he has spent with that attitude tells me that he is validated in other ways."

Fendros adjusted his hands up under and behind Ahnasha's shoulders and looked her in the eyes. "Look, you might be right about him changing, but I do not see it happening in any short amount of time. And it hurts. However, I am not sure how useful it is to dwell on right now." Fendros spread a broad smile. "I just got married to the best woman in all of Tamriel and I want to dwell on that some more."

Fendros brought his head forward to place a kiss on Ahnasha's lips. It turned into another, and then a longer kiss.
"I wish it were that simple, Ahna," Fendros said. "We're not the only Dunmer in Cheydinhal. Father regularly interacts with other families and...the priest can only do so much for the culture of it all." Fendros turned his eyes up to Ahnasha again. "It is hard to put explain to you, coming from Imperial openness and all, but...it is less validation keeping things as they are than it is shame. I shamed him and the family because I went against a culture that he has lived amongst for all of his long life. If anyone else found out about me in Cheydinhal, my family would be ostracised. Now, mother and my siblings can keep a secret, but the reason for ostracism lives on as a part of my father at this point. He isn't going to go against himself like that. Not even for me. The clan has to endure, the ancestors have to be appeased. All of that nonsense."

Fendros looked away again. "Now, the priest, he was probably just wise enough to know that keeping the family together would be more important than forcing the family to save face. Father? He is stuck in his ways. A century is no challenge for that kind of thing."
Fendros wrapped his arms around Ahnasha and received her kiss gladly, though he did use the time to try to think of what to say. He was, as a result, more distracted than Ahnasha was.

Fendros spoke gently to Ahnasha after their kiss ended. "I'm happy with how Llarasa and mother received us. I'm actually rather surprised how well things went with mother, but it was going to go either this way or far worse with how swiftly everything was told. Still, she puts on her 'armour' and she's almost impossible to read. I still cannot know for sure if she wholly approves of everything. What she said to Monderyn in the woods, however...I have no reason to presume that was a lie."

Pausing, Fendros turned his head slightly to eye the ground beside them. "As for Monderyn, he is still trying to process everything. When we spoke in private in the temple, he was trying to fathom calling Rhazii and Newt his nephews. He is...more open to the idea than you might think, but he feels as though he would cause problems if he got too close to them." Fendros glanced up at Ahnasha's eyes. "It's a sort of immediate reaction with us elves and other races. Monderyn doesn't really know how to deal with it. I tried to reassure him. Even so, I think he's having more trouble with father." Fendros closed his eyes and silently sighed. "I think father is trying to drive a wedge between myself and the family. Mother is having none of it, evidently, but Monderyn does not want to be disowned either. Mostly, I think, he doesn't want the same drama that was present when I...well, died."

Fendros' eyes opened halfway and his tone took a downward turn. "That leaves father. I'm..." Fendros' voice levelled to a monotone. "Disappointed. To say the very least, disappointed. He has decided in no unambiguous terms that I am dead to him. As much as I can hope for it to change, it won't, not unless he suddenly changes his entire personality." Fendros swallowed felt a lump in his throat that he tried to hide. "I feel somewhat powerless, actually."
So, I may have lost track of (read: never kept track of) my heroes Loth and Falas' Khookies, what do I do?


You'll probably be able to retrace your steps by searching through your posts in IC until you found the last record of it.

I'd hate to take BBeast's thunder, but the 'search topic' button up top is a great feature for just such a kerfuffle.
Fendros was beginning to pack away a few things in anticipation of leaving in the morning. He smiled and looked to Ahnasha in his peripheral vision, bringing a hand up to hold hers. "I'm...I don't know..." he murmured. "Mixed? The past couple of days has been, at once, all I hoped it would be and all I hoped it would not be. It was a good idea to come here, I cannot deny that. The wedding was lovely. Thank you for putting up with my family for all that."

Fendros turned his head to plant a kiss on Ahnasha's cheek and looked ahead again with lowered eyes. "It means a lot that you performed the ceremony with me. I feel as though taking those vows let me...be sincere about the certainty I feel. Even if it's just a tradition, I'm glad to call you wife."

After expressing his gratitude, Fendros smile shrank and he held his breath as if hesitating to continue. Focussing on the ceremony obviously did not detract from the troubles they had just walked away from.



Harriet didn't immediately react to Lorag turning around, but Narsi waved again and called out with her high voice. "Bye bye, Lorag."

"See ya 'round, big boy," Harriet added before he reached the door. She smiled softly at the back of Narsi's head. "Thanks."
To be honest, we don't. We just do it on and off, then post everything we've done in one big go.

At least, that's how it is for me.


Same here. I am currently paralysed by work.
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