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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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A shiver ran up Lunise's spine at how swiftly Inelwen started dropping pretences. Lunise fell back to her practiced ways, keeping calm, collected, and present. She weaved her fingers together on her lap and gave Inelwen a stare that at once was too blank to be threatening and too focussed to relax under its gaze.

Lunise turned calmly to Nytala with the same look. It was enough to tell her she did not intend to lose her temper as she had the last time she was taken out of time.

Lunise's voice took on a low cooing. "Inelwen, your politeness has been appreciated. I understand the expectations you had of me may have been different, though I fear our frustration may be mutual. You wish to bring Meesei into the Order, yet you do not trust her sense of rationality to follow your desires. You recognise her skills and knowledge, yet you conduct yourselves as if her soul has no chance outside of the order. However, what confounds me to no end is that you have excluded Meesei from the conversation over her own soul as if I have any means of convincing her to change her mind. The truth is, I am not the only one she will be abandoning should she take up your offer. If you wish to pursue this strategy of insisting to all she loves and is loved by to let her go, you will need to invite many more people to Artaeum to plead that Meesei stays. You would know that if you knew her." She narrowed her eyes. "And, on that note, while I can understand my mother's familiarity, I know nothing about your interest in Meesei..." She panned her eyes around the table. "Nor yours, Taryenar, nor you, Marcaano, and nor you, Zyausak. By the sounds of it, the council appears reluctant about this matter. But why are you all really here?"
Several different avenues of thought opened up in Lunise's mind. She lifted her chin just a little higher when it became evident that the council was so strongly drawn to Meesei as an investment, regardless of Nytala's claim of compassion. While Nytala appeared sincere, the others she had to convince likely required very different reasons to agree.

Lunise erred for caution until the negotiation could continue.

"If I may be so bold," Lunise politely ventured. "Is there anything in particular you feel Meesei could provide that is beyond your current means? I am sure there is room for dialogue between you in a less attached manner than membership to the order. After the invasion, that is."
"Yes, I did." Lunise did not hesitate. "If it becomes obvious that the options are exhausted on Tamriel, joining the Psijic Order would of course be preferred. However, there is no telling whether either decision will result in an answer in time." Lunise nodded respectfully. "I am just as grateful as Meesei that the option is there, but the decisions, and the sacrifices, are hers to make."
Nytala's familiarity with Meesei came as a surprise to Lunise as well, though she did not have time to contemplate it. She returned Nytala's hug in turn as she spoke.

"Yes, well, no one was in any danger," Lunise replied. "We were merely seeking knowledge. Good day, mother." She pulled away. For some reason, Lunise deliberately refrained any mention of Nytala's studies. "I see we have new company. Would you mind introducing us?"
To be clear, we don't have to play out a scene where Meesei and Lunise discuss how Nytala might react. It would just make sense for them to plan ahead so the following scene can be worded carefully.
It was with a particularly lazy movement that Lunise turned her head up and opened her eyes. "It is unbecoming of Hircine's champion to be indecisive," she said with a joking venom. She then buried her face in Meesei's fur and held her a little tighter. "Stay, you beautiful animal," her voice said beneath her tussled blonde hair.

Not a moment later, however, Lunise shoulders lifted and she sighed. "Listen to us. This island has overindulged us already..." She reluctantly rolled off Meesei's front and stood from the bed. A few faded lines down her back marked evidence of magically healed scratches, though there was no point at which Meesei remembered her expressing pain, specifically. She turned around as she stretched out each arm in the crook of her other arm's elbow. The older and much more noticeable scars on her leg came into full view, reassuring that whatever damage Meesei may have done, intentionally or unintentionally, was of no real consequence.

"Being true, I do not wish to put off letting mother know about your decision," Lunise said. "Though, she will try to persuade you otherwise. Perhaps, during a bath, we can discuss how to word it? The smell of your fur has grown on me, but I do not feel the need to imply any of our private activities."
Makes sense to me
We can move on from now if you like. You mentioned something about the Psijic Order council wanting to deal with Meesei for something? Should we go to that or something else?
Lunise closed her eyes and felt herself relax in Meesei's hands until she was all but relying on her for support. That suddenly changed as soon as Meesei finished speaking. Meesei felt Lunise's hand press against the centre of her chest just hard enough to stop and see Lunise looking up at her with a determined expression. The vial remained held in her two smaller fingers.

She looked at Meesei without so much as blinking. Then, leisurely, she brought her tea cup up to her lips to sip it. She swallowed. "You are being crass," she then flatly stated. With a charge of telekinesis, her teacup floated off to a soft and spill-free landing on the nearby desk. With her other hand, she sent the metallic vial onto their breakfast tray. She was somehow able to manage it without taking her eyes off Meesei.

While Meesei had previously entertained the idea of what she suggested, Lunise had never agreed.

"I should tell you to control yourself," Lunise said. She launched another spell under Meesei's arm. It struck the door with a locking click. "And if we were anywhere else..." she let her lips stay parted. "...I probably would."

Lunise had never agreed until now.
"Of course," Lunise said. "It shall not be lost. I can promise that." She almost laughed. "It is about time you started speaking surely of yourself."

Lunise let out a satisfied hum as she remained close. It only became awkward to hold her tea in one hand and the vial in the other a short while into their contact, but it did not appear to be stopping any time soon.

Meesei's further intimacy caused Lunise to squirm her head around as if it was ticklish. She chuckled through her nose. "If you are that hungry for breakfast, you might at least turn back so I can kiss you in return."
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