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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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Lunise's preening of Meesei's feathers stopped. She stared at the ceiling, still and blank for a considering while. Meesei could hear her heart beat slightly faster, as much because she was holding her breath as any anxiety she had building.

Finally, Lunise propped herself up slowly by the elbows and turned her body to look down on Meesei directly. She placed a hand on Meesei's cheek to guarantee her undivided attention. "Meesei," she said quietly, yet firmly. "I'm coming with you. Neither Marod nor the Dominion will know I am coming with you, because we will not tell them. I am coming with you because I want to be there if something goes awry. Are we clear?"

Lunise had a hint of pain in her eyes. The rest of her face was as stern as a sergeant.



Sabine could not claim to be discouraged by Do'rhajul's plans, though she still held some concern on her face. "All the clan leaders know your scent. A scent is like a face to us lycans." She managed to smile. "But, you are right. I can take you somewhere to hide. I should have trusted that you would have a strategy. I will do all I can to help you after the war. We...may have to act swiftly after the invasion."

The signs of Sabine's weeping were fading away. She looked to the fire with a pause. Another question came to mind.

"Rhajul," she said cautiously. "I wonder sometimes. It has not been very long since we made peace. Do you still hold any resentment for lycans?"
@Muttonhawk Was it all of Kyre's sword? I seem to remember something about half of it or something. (But I seem to be remembering alot of things which aren't true these days >.<)


I...don't remember there being only half a sword at any point. You might be thinking of the rest of Kyre's body being chopped up and sent to various places. Ask Rtron or search the posts for the full details.

@Muttonhawk Okay, thanks. And I forgot to ask, Aeramen didn't copy Conata's form like his lesser djinn, right?


No, he didn't. He's still the megabuff beefMETALcake man-shape he took when Conata smelted him. He probably would have taken on a better body than pure silicon metal, though. Probably some various alloys around his body.

The rest of his djinn are all roughly Conata-shaped.
@Muttonhawk You said Aeramen has the Sword of Kyre, right? Aside from giving off divine presence, what does it do? Also, despite Conata's request for him to not attack passersby, I assume he'll attack anyone with ties to Vestec, right?


It is a rather powerful artefact in its own right. Rtron mentioned it giving the wielder the power of a war god. Now, there wasn't really any Might explicitly spent on it, so I can't say it would stand up against any gods properly, but I imagine it would present a demigod a rather notable danger.

As for Aeramen, he's very anti-chaos, but he's not completely unreasonable these days. If you're not acting very chaotic and destructive, chances are he'd just pontificate and scowl at you. I'll leave the exact behaviour in your hands. Just go off how he's previously acted, layered with the advice Conata gave.
"That would make them especially old. Impossibly old." Lunise's voice gained just enough volume to not be simply breathing out her words anymore. "Even then, you are prudent not to underestimate them." Lunise lolled her head to one side to be at least at a measure further to facing Meesei. "You say you have spoken to them before? What do you make of them?"



Sabine turned and looked briefly at Do'rhajul with a sad smile, before quickly blinking her eyes down. "I am glad. Before, you wanted to put lay yourself before those that would execute you." Her smile faded. "But they will hunt you. They will hunt you if they know I will not stand in their way. They will hunt you to the ends of Nirn. Perhaps further. Could you say you would live the rest of your life like that? In truth?"
I regret to inform that the Yorum post will be delayed :C. I have a long list of objectives for the post, so it's probably going to be quite big (for my standards), and most of my weekend has been preoccupied by various other matters.

I'll try to work on the post bit-by-bit this week and next weekend, we'll see how things go.
The gentle, lazy demeanour Lunise permeated through her every muscle and breath suggested a similar unwillingness to be anywhere else in the world. Her hair was in a tangle about her head and around her collarbone and she held an arm around Meesei's shoulder, supporting her resting head. Lunise's idle hand preened at individual red feathers on Meesei's head.

"I could not fathom you looking forward to it," Lunise answered breathily. A frown deepened on her face. "I would not, either. Are you not concerned that the servants of that Daedra will...try to take something from you? Or do something to you?" Lunise's eyes peered down at the top of Meesei's head.



Sabine took a moment to sniff and wipe her eyes dry with the heel of her hand before answering. It seemed a strange question at first. Her pause in answering was more in searching for any tricks than any other uncertainty.

"I would think it is," Sabine said. "If I am even capable of putting on this act for long enough. Almost anything that increases our chances of winning would be worth it. Vile takes Mundus if we do not win." She took a long breath through her mouth again. "Perhaps you are right. I should not try to do everything when I know I cannot."

She swallowed and turned her head towards the fire. "I still want to try and put an end to the extended hate and suffering. I hated this war since it started. It has destroyed so many people. As it progressed, I destroyed some people as well." Her brow knitted again but she did not weep. "I want to stop that. I fear what I might lose if I cannot destroy anyone else. I fear what I will have to choose. I already know I will have to choose between being principled in keeping you alive and being welcome amongst a great many friends of mine. At least after the war, when your utility is spent in their eyes."
No problem.
Seeing as Meesei is going to be indisposed for a while, did you want to open up a parallel scene where she eventually catches up with Rhazii?
The peak of Sabine's emotional outburst had passed by now. She still had her head in her hand, but exposed one half of her face. She breathed in through her mouth in lieu of her blocked nose. "You sound much like Ri'vashi," Sabine commented. "Not...in any anger, no. You are both warriors and leaders. I am an alchemist and a mage. I perform best in a laboratory, not on a battlefield or in a council room."

Sabine opened one eye to look over at Do'rhajul. "Rhajul, your advice is appreciated. But I think you need to explain why you think I deserve respect. There are others better than me at what you mention. I feel...out of my depth."
Lunise sounded a low, agreeing hum as she stepped back up to Meesei. "Given the previous arrangement, I would call this a much better situation." She wrapped her arms around Meesei and pressed her close. "And if you think you will be tortured, perhaps you might put yourself in my shoes." She smiled and rocked Meesei slowly from one foot to the other. "You were not the one lead around by the woman you love for the whole afternoon without being allowed to hold her, much less when that same woman was nude for half the time and being her usual incredible self for more than the other half."

The hypnotic length of Lunise's sentence ended with a look in her eyes. "I do not think we shall be going anywhere else, tonight," she whispered.



In the silence before Do'rhajul spoke, Sabine stepped herself over to a bench to sit down and lean her face forward on her palm.

"My mistake was trying," she proclaimed. "I am exhausted. People kept trying to get my attention tonight. With the pressure to...be a hero, I do not know, I was drained. And I still tried." She lifted a hand incredulously. "Meesei speaks to all the clan leaders and does it right. She never gets upset or loses her patience! I cannot do that. I am not good at it."
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