@Slime Those are a few good tips. However, I would caveat rules 6 and 8 on that list with "Be reasonable." I can see them getting incorrectly used pretty easily if the other rules aren't emphasised to balance them. Rule 8 ought to be counterbalanced with rules 1 and 4, while rule 6 should be counterbalanced by rules 1 and 5 (in a slightly different way).
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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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The conversation kept most of the pack occupied within the shade of the inn, paying attention one another. The one who noticed the raven out the window first was Sabine. She eyed the creature curiously for a few seconds. Then, not saying a word, she stood up from her chair and slowly paced up towards the window. Her eyes were narrow.
Sabine felt that something was amiss. The bird was out of place.
The others caught on to Sabine's gaze. Fendros craned his head to see what Sabine was looking at. "What is it, Sabine?" He asked.
"The only person I know who can turn into a raven is Marcaille," Sabine commented.
Everyone was quiet. Fendros glanced to Janius, Ahnasha, Kaleeth, and Meesei. "Marcaille is back home, isn't she?" A realisation came over him; their contact mentioned that one of Do'rhajul's specialists was a witch.
Sabine felt that something was amiss. The bird was out of place.
The others caught on to Sabine's gaze. Fendros craned his head to see what Sabine was looking at. "What is it, Sabine?" He asked.
"The only person I know who can turn into a raven is Marcaille," Sabine commented.
Everyone was quiet. Fendros glanced to Janius, Ahnasha, Kaleeth, and Meesei. "Marcaille is back home, isn't she?" A realisation came over him; their contact mentioned that one of Do'rhajul's specialists was a witch.
My meme machine made the spontaneous decision to ram seven feet worth of Swiss halberd up its, uh, disk drive. I'm currently putting it through suicide counselling and have sent its five children to live with their great aunt far away from any central European polearms, but it looks like recovery's going to be, in the doctor's words, a massive bitch.
So don't expect too much from me for a few days yo.
I remember now.
You've not had great luck with your computers, huh Termite?
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Halberd?
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Halberd?
'A storyteller who believes that depth of theme or brilliance of style excuses him or her from raising questions and delaying their answer may be in danger of the cardinal literary crime: boring the readers.
I have read entire books where the same wordless morass of concept has languished in my head, bringing a bad breath to my mouth and my joy. I think this quote has finally solidified it into words.
Yes, Russell Crowe. I am entertained.
Trust Belru to have a detailed prenup, even in the first IC wedding ceremony.
"With how fast they're growing up, that hope may be short-lived," Fendros said, keeping his eyes down. He picked up his cutlery and resumed his meal.
Sabine glanced to Kaleeth and Fendros. "Have Rhazii and Julan wanted to do anything else? Where are their interests?"
Fendros tightened the corner of his mouth. "Well, Rhazii is a ravenous reader. He enjoys history. Military history, mostly. But I never see him as enthusiastic as he is when training to fight." He angled his head. "It's what he does the most. If he wanted to apprentice into another profession...well, Ahnasha and myself have never asked him. Perhaps he knows something we don't."
It was about this time that Janius emerged with a plate of lamb and legumes for his own breakfast. He bowed behind Kaleeth to lay a kiss on her cheek by way of good morning before joining the pack at the table.
Sabine glanced to Kaleeth and Fendros. "Have Rhazii and Julan wanted to do anything else? Where are their interests?"
Fendros tightened the corner of his mouth. "Well, Rhazii is a ravenous reader. He enjoys history. Military history, mostly. But I never see him as enthusiastic as he is when training to fight." He angled his head. "It's what he does the most. If he wanted to apprentice into another profession...well, Ahnasha and myself have never asked him. Perhaps he knows something we don't."
It was about this time that Janius emerged with a plate of lamb and legumes for his own breakfast. He bowed behind Kaleeth to lay a kiss on her cheek by way of good morning before joining the pack at the table.
"I've noticed their little rivalries, too," Fendros chuckled. "I don't expect them to ever stop as long as they are living as close as they are. I think Rhazii's eyes are casting themselves out, though-" His eyes were caught by Sabine and Meesei. "Good morning."
"Good morning," Sabine responded.
Fendros leaned his chin on his fists. He continued as Meesei and Sabine sat down. "Rhazii's been casting his eyes out. He's been wanting to help more lately. I think he wants to start being like us. Doing what we do."
Sabine picked up on the topic. "He was upset about that when you told him he had to go home," she commented before cutting an apple.
"Yes, I saw that, too." Fendros frowned. "It isn't as if we haven't been training him. I just fear he's overconfident."
"Good morning," Sabine responded.
Fendros leaned his chin on his fists. He continued as Meesei and Sabine sat down. "Rhazii's been casting his eyes out. He's been wanting to help more lately. I think he wants to start being like us. Doing what we do."
Sabine picked up on the topic. "He was upset about that when you told him he had to go home," she commented before cutting an apple.
"Yes, I saw that, too." Fendros frowned. "It isn't as if we haven't been training him. I just fear he's overconfident."
We're still here. I think we're just going through another period of collab purgatory.
Also, I've been busy with other stuff this week.
Also, I've been busy with other stuff this week.
Fendros glanced up and down from his plate. "I know what you mean. It's concerning to think that potentially any way we've fought before could be used against us. It makes me second-guess myself. I can't decide what's scarier; that we don't know what he's going to try or that we don't know when he's going to do it."
Perhaps it was the thought lingering or perhaps it was him trying to avoid fearful chatter about Do'rhajul, but Fendros switched his tone. "You know, Julan has been kind to Rhazii in the past. He's come to me before to say that playing with friends his age was difficult. He was at an unfair advantage and...while they weren't mean to him, they tended to leave him out. Julan made sure he got to play, though. He's been a good brother." Fendros put down his fork and knife. "Between you and me, before we found the Bruma clan, I was concerned that Ahna and I would have to try for another child so Rhazii wouldn't grow up too lonely. Now, you and Janius have still always been like family, do not mistake, but it was lucky for us that you decided to have Julan."
Perhaps it was the thought lingering or perhaps it was him trying to avoid fearful chatter about Do'rhajul, but Fendros switched his tone. "You know, Julan has been kind to Rhazii in the past. He's come to me before to say that playing with friends his age was difficult. He was at an unfair advantage and...while they weren't mean to him, they tended to leave him out. Julan made sure he got to play, though. He's been a good brother." Fendros put down his fork and knife. "Between you and me, before we found the Bruma clan, I was concerned that Ahna and I would have to try for another child so Rhazii wouldn't grow up too lonely. Now, you and Janius have still always been like family, do not mistake, but it was lucky for us that you decided to have Julan."
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