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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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Sounds good. I reckon any rescue efforts would take more time than resolving the situation from the other side anyway.

G'night!
I don't imagine that either!

I'm curious to see how it turns out, though.
Sabine's eyes and mouth shot open when Arinette stepped on her. She tried to protest only for a choked whistle to escape her mouth. She complied as well as she could with Arinette; she slammed her palm against the dirt until her fingers found the control rod. Rather than deactivate the Dwemer spheres one by one, Sabine did the quickest thing she could think to do. She directed them to move south away from the camp.

The order was in line with what Sabine put through the Ahnasha's ring. It burned once more. Leave immediately.
Just to be clear, I don't want to telegraph that Sabine has to be killed here. The whole 'killing blow' line is just her internal expectations.

It really depends on the direction you'd like the story to take. The consequences would be pretty clear if Sabine was killed. It would mean a long extra arc for the pack as a whole, Meesei in particular. While that could be interesting, I'm not sure if it's appropriate with how close we are to wrapping the overall story up.

The original idea I had was for Sabine to get captured after the book is planted and see what happens. However, Arinette and Do'Rhajul are your characters and the options are still there.

What are your thoughts?
Sabine shrieked with genuine fright at Arinette's magic. Her ward barely held. In the previous fight, she had been able to ward Arinette while braced on the ground and not splitting her own attention. Here, she was attempting to many spells at once.

The light of the ward contracted and winked out in the instant Sabine turned into a raven.

She had not cast the spell properly.

A black shape fluttered barely two metres from the branch before a flash of green imposed Sabine back into a Breton in mid air. She fell flat on the ground. The control rod bounced out of her hands. She turned her face up, pressed her eyes shut, held her hands up and shouted. "STOP! Please!"

The ground smelled of alchemy as a healing potion skin, ruptured from the fall, leaked from her bag.

Tears trickled from the corners of Sabine's eyes. "I give up."

Sabine knew she had no chance to fight her way out, even if it was just her and Arinette. She kept her eyes closed for fear of seeing the blow that would kill her, if and when it came.
@Double Capybara @WrongEndoftheRainbow Took some liberties meshing the three of our views of the solar system together for continuity, let me know if it fits.





wikee ths pls

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This is my new favourite word. God damn it Latin.
Sabine lost her nerve.

The bough Do'rhajul stared at erupted in a blue light. It spread a ward below Sabine as she turned her efforts to the control rod. A few moments was all it took to cast the order to animate. Clicks and slides permeated the nearby cover as vaguely humanoid creatures made from orange metal sprung up with weapons for hands.

The spheres took long enough to ratchet into readiness for Do'rhajul and Arinette to do something about Sabine. She still had little in the way of an escape route. A familiar charge of altering magical power glowed behind the ward preceding an effort to transform into a raven once more.
Sabine pressed her hand to her mouth. The sides of her neck and ears rushed with blood. She had been noticed. Her way of hiding was not quite the delicate invisibility Ahnasha used. It was a chameleon spell designed to blend her into her surroundings. If she did not move a muscle, it was possible that she would not be spotted. Possible. Do'rhajul was close enough to make out details.

Ahnasha's ring warmed. A second later and it stung with heat. Get out now. Get out immediately.

The only thing that Sabine could do if she knew she was spotted was to simultaneously raise a ward and activate the automatons. She would try if that happened. Whether she would have time for any of it to matter was unlikely.

Moments passed. They felt like minutes.

A small mountain breeze rustled the leaves behind her. She winced and channelled her magic.
Who here pours their milk before their cereal like any sane person should?


Sabine was silently breathing out in some level of relief when the lookout turned and moved away. Her exhale was cut short with the shock of feeling the thud of Arinette against the tree trunk. Every muscle in Sabine's body tensed up in surprise.

The impact loosed some kind of dust or pollen from the branches above. Sabine's attempt to calm down only tensed her up again when she felt a dry itch at the back of her throat. She held her breath.

The time was up. Sabine barely sent the signal forth to Ahnasha. Her ring went cold to tell her that the enchantment had worn off.

The short distraction did not make the itch go away. Neither did trying to swallow it down. Sabine's quietest ever attempt to clear her throat was to no avail either.

Sabine held on for long enough for Do'rhajul and Arinette's dialogue to progress for another short while. She grit her teeth and internally screamed for the pair to walk away. She just needed a few more seconds. A few more seconds of holding her empty breath. Her lungs burned.

A reflex in Sabine's windpipe gave out just as Ahnasha placed the book where it was needed.

She covered her face and coughed once quietly through her nose.
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