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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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Sabine stood over the woman they hired and was partway through reaching out to her with an open hand before her tone made her hesitate. The original plan was to simply put the prostitute to sleep with a spell and watch through the curtain from there on, but Sabine slowly brought her hands together and gave a reluctant look to Kaleeth. Perhaps this would not be as sensitive as they thought it would be.

After a sigh, Sabine sat down on the floor by the woman and spoke with more confidence than before. "I am sorry. We are not going to do mate with you. We are here waiting for someone to come in." Sabine took on a pained expression. She did not want to give too much away. "It is a really important thing -- we needed to watch from the curtains so we would not be suspicious. I was...just going to make you sleep for a while so we could watch the room. But if you do not mind waiting, I do not have to do that. Is that okay?"

It probably wasn't the answer that the Orc was expecting, but Sabine did not want to put on an act any more than she had to. She was horrible at lying.
Crap.

Alright.

It might be a regional thing. Anything on this page jog your memory?

I quite like mistral myself.
I'm ain't giving up.

Draft?

If all else fails, you could get away with a water term. To be honest, they're more related to fluids, and air is technically a fluid, it's why they both share a lot of terms, like current and stuff.
@Cyclone Ripple C:
Sabine kept an eye on Colours' approach to his hire. She had expected a more complicated ritual than what she saw, but she relaxed her shoulders with how easy it looked.

When Colours was about to disappear behind the curtain, Sabine's mouth was a thin line, but she knew what to do. She responded to Kaleeth by taking her hand and standing up. Then, towing Kaleeth along with her at a brisk pace, Sabine approached another woman. She was not paying close attention to the one she picked and ended up coming across an Orc woman. She was certainly laden with enough makeup and perfume that she was pretty, for an Orc, though she was still likely kept for more specialist clients.

"Excuse me," Sabine began, finding it hard to keep eye contact. "We have been looking and..." She told herself to stop stalling and gestured to Kaleeth with her free hand. "Would you like to help us both at once?" Sabine flushed at her childish choice of words. She was not used to coming up with the same innuendo as Colours.
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Dude, Toun and Jvan is the perfect ship. Pun fully intended.

I have thought about this before, and...no, it really isn't a good idea unless the characters get serious changes through development, sorry.
@Muttonhawk@Antarctic Termite

TOUN AND JVAN SITTING IN A TREE K-I-S-S-I-N-G


You know I explicitly assured Termite while starting that scene that it was meant to be familial and not romancey. I guess I can't stop the fanfickers...

Edit: Although, I suppose a post with the premise of 'Toun spending quality time getting hugs invading Jvan's massive womb' could be misconstrued.
Sabine nodded rapidly. She wanted to pad out all the time they could have before going into hiding.

The next few minutes were spent with Colours ferrying a couple of cups of ale to Sabine and Kaleeth where they sat. They nursed the drinks for as long as they could, avoiding the glances of those around them. Along with some hushed idle chatter, Sabine conveyed her plan to Kaleeth by way of whispering in her ear.

It may have seemed odd at first for them to be so close -- and Sabine was certainly comfortable around Kaleeth -- but their veiled intimacy would play into 'sharing' a hire.

Eventually, they were nearing the end of their mugs. Sabine circled the bottom of her cup against the floor slowly with one finger. They could wait for another prostitute to approach them, but Colours' approach would make more sense if he took the initiative.

"You go first," Sabine said to Colours after they had been sitting quietly for long enough to prove that they had nothing left to talk about.
Sabine looked at the stalls as well for a time. She spoke while she thought. "Fendros just said not to take any, not to avoid purchasing any." She hummed for a moment, and then her face relaxed. "I could stay in a stall. I know how if we hire someone." She looked to Colours. "I would not have to...you know. I have a plan."

The corner of Sabine's mouth twitched and she wriggled her fingers in front of Colours in a manner similar to the previous night when they were discussing countesses.

A realisation made her frown again. "But, how would we tell when the Colovian comes in if none of us are watching?" She turned to Kaleeth. "Should we take turns after an ale?"
Sabine threw a few glanced in Colours' direction and fidgeted with her hands. She kept looking to all the people in the room, patrons, prostitutes, bouncers, the barman, all of them.

Finally, she looked at her hands and murmured to Colours. "I have not been to a place like this. I thought I would be sitting and watching only. How should we act?" Sabine glanced at the near-nude Breton man that had addressed them before. "Do we have to...use them? I do not want to."
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