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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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Before Sabine had encountered the staff, she would have regarded the task of lifting an entire dragon with only telekinesis from herself and Meesei as impossible. Nevertheless, she brought a palm up towards the huge corpse and channeled. Her fingers still shook against the purple light of her spell.

Sabine felt her spell feeding back to feel its latching on to the dragon's midsection. She sounded a tiny, high pitched groan as she willed it to lift. Even with the feather spell, it was far too heavy for herself only. Meesei's lifting with the staff empowering her took most of the weight. The dragon's head and limbs limply scraped in and hung from where it was lifted.

But Sabine overcorrected before they had moved the dragon an inch across the ground. Her mistake made the corpse lurch down and stop lower in the air. She winced and tried to lift again. Like a hammer slipping from a nail, her efforts caused the corpse to angle instead of shift. Try as she might to stabilise, nothing seemed to work.

The dead dragon slumped onto the grass once more. Sabine fell to her knees, bent forward and holding her arms around herself. She was silent. Her face was tensed and her eyes facing away. She sucked in a breath but tried her hardest not to cry.

"I cannot do it," she mumbled. She sounded angry, likely at herself given her abilities were beyond as trivial a set of mistakes as she made. "I am sorry."
"Right...yes..." Sabine tried to shake the distractions out of her head and failed. She could have thought of that herself.

After a pause to wonder how to phrase herself without sounding like she wanted the staff back, Sabine asked quietly. "What shall you want me to do?"

Sabine wrung the fingers of one hand in her palm. She was unsure whether she could focus to perform any magic at all without the staff.
As if Meesei's closeness would some day again be the panacea for all of Sabine's worries, she returned her hug tightly. Some muffled wet sniffs were the only audible evidence Sabine gave of her sadness. She was not well and she knew it fully and completely with all the time they had spent on this island.

When Meesei retrieved the staff, Sabine's eyes lingered upon it for a moment. Instead of reaching for it — if only for a moment to have her mind back again — she turned her head away from it and fidgeted her fingers with the hip of her clothes. She shut her eyes tightly and forced herself to think.

"I have not tried something so complex at that scale with the staff," Sabine answered with great effort. "But it fills every magical part of you with its current. More than imaginable. It might be done?" Her eyes cracked open. "We would still need to find a way to carry the body through. I do not know if it is possible to move it with telekinesis. Even with the staff. Too big. Maybe...maybe it should be cut apart."

Sabine huffed as if realising what she just suggested. "It...said it used to lead armies. It was close in rank to Alduin. It must have been very old." She lowered her voice, dour. "I feel wrong killing something so old."
@Bright_Ops Welcome back, hombre!

Demigods can nab domains and portfolios just like gods:



Also remember that, amongst gods or demigods (not necessarily both at once) there may be no clashes of ownership of portfolios and domains. See the errata in the 0th post for the full passage.
"I..." Sabine tried and stopped multiple times to come up with any point she could. She still could not think properly. Meesei was going to be stubborn about disallowing the staff. She tried instead to accept staying away from it. Not that there was any choice.

"Meesei, I do trust you," Sabine said. She shook her head. "I do not trust my own abilities. I do not know what is going to happen. I am just..."

She could not find the words. Her current state spoke in her stead. She was a crying, nervous wreck that barely resembled her usual quiet confidence. Whatever fears were keeping her as such were clearly not something taken away with logic, at least not immediately.

"You may lock the staff away," she said with her eyes away from Meesei.
Sabine grit her teeth. Meesei's request made her only more stressed.

"I do not want to be dependent on the staff either," she clarified carefully. "But I could hardly even tell you about the items here. I cannot even fill my lungs properly. I do not know how I could perform alchemy or fix my robes or even sleep. Can I not at least hold it every now and then? When I need to stay calm? I could...I could ween myself from it." Sabine was quietly pleading at this point. "I can give it up, but please. Please. I need it for now."
While Sabine returned the hug, she was wordless and still breathing with a shiver in her midsection for some time. Over time -- likely enough time to process what Meesei said through all the fires burning in her fear-gripped mind -- Sabine's breathing slowed to a stilted weeping. She pressed her eyes into Meesei's shoulder.

She remained as such for a few minutes. Although, unlike when they first reunited, Sabine was not becoming any more relaxed by being Meesei's embrace. She realised as much as the worst of her panic passed away from her. She pulled away until she held Meesei by the upper arms. Sabine's shoulders were drawn in and tensed up and her face was freshly tear-strewn. She was not shivering anymore, at the very least.

"Meesei," she said after a hard swallow to level herself. "I want to overcome this. Patiently. I can hardly think. I can hardly breathe. But maybe I can help myself over time. A long time." She slowly breathed in to full capacity. "I want to...get Saraya's help. Najirra's daughter. Like Fendros and Ahnasha did with Najirra. And I would like you to be there when I need help. I will need help, at times. And...I am sorry but I cannot help against Vile without the staff. It is the only thing that lets me...feel safe anymore." She almost broke down again. "I am this mess without the staff. I want to help finish this."
When the staff flew, Sabine's breath caught in her throat. Meesei could even feel some reflex of magicka flowing through her hands, likely to attempt telekinesis, but she did not follow through. Instead, Sabine blankly gaped her eyes at the dead dragon, holding her breath until Meesei redirected her attention.

Sabine complied. She shut her eyes and did her best to take in a slow breath. Thinking was much harder. Images flashed in her mind of her old traumas, the trials before the hist ritual, and the trials during the ritual. She remembered everything that made her afraid. She held Meesei's hand tighter and tried to force her way into the other details. Her breathing strained.

For a short while, it appeared as if Sabine was not capable of answering Meesei's question. But right before the thought to speak came to Meesei, Sabine's facial features relaxed. Her breathing slowed to a forced, yet consistent pace. Even through her immense anxiety she found the first detail she needed in her thoughts and she fell into focus.

"I remember," she said rapidly to avoid stuttering. "They showed me I could survive. I could be safe. Even if there were things beyond my control. And...guilt. They helped me let go of my guilt. And they told me to act for my own good, even if it would mean pain at first."

Sabine opened her eyes. The only sound was her breathing through her mouth. Her brow wrinkled in a sad despondence. "But I...do not know what to do. I don't know. I know I can live. I know I can be strong. I know I am safe here. But I cannot stop shaking! I don't know how to make it stop!"
Sabine flinched at Meesei's touch initially. As she lead Sabine to look at her and helped her to her feet, there was little resistance. However, Sabine's movements were careful and she kept her head down.

She took a step. And then another. Sabine suppressed a sob. Before moving forward further she held tightly onto Meesei's hand and wrist. She walked as if leading Meesei around the horde, but anyone could easily tell that Sabine was holding on for dear life.

"Th...There are furs here." She swallowed and nodded to the next crate. "S-silks...from the south." Another two, unsteady steps angled Meesei's magical light to reflect brightly from a crate of ingots. "Silver...M-m...mined in..." She couldn't remember the name of the insignia branded onto the treasure.

She almost sobbed again. A pleading look at the staff told Meesei where her thoughts remained. Though they had only just started.
It's technically possible, @Oraculum. Teknall and Lazarus each opened up mental links to the gap and were almost destroyed by it. However, making a portal that would let more gap entities out after/without destroying the opener is probably you should ask Termite about. I imagine Jvan would take steps to prevent such a thing.
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