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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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Ariel held a polite smile. "Thank you, but all this has put my appetite to one side, I'm afraid."

Sabine stepped up. "I will find you a place to sleep, sister."

Unnoticed by the others, Janius held Kaleeth by the hand by way of some comfort. While Kaleeth was the only one who spoke directly about it, she was not the only one who was worried.
"I'll stay for as long as you need me to, Meesei," Ariel said with a reassuring smile. "I daresay it would be a simple matter to visit home once each day or two to make sure everything is going smoothly. I have had some practice multitasking lately, as you might imagine. However..." She tensely showed her teeth. "I may prefer to remain on Mundus whilst resting."

Fendros gave Lorag a glance before responding to Meesei. "Of course we'll help, Meesei, but...I hope it won't cause too much suspicion. Perhaps you could give us a pardoning for you, such as a magical project for the invasion or something of that nature? Something worth keeping a secret which isn't...well, as grave as this."
Ariel had her fist pressed to her lips and her eyes down, only half-listening to Ahnasha as she paced very slowly around in her limited tent space. She was in intensely deep thought, the likes of which were familiar to anyone who had seen her trying to formulate her solution to the soul tearing gas, and as such her subsequent silence remained uninterrupted even with Ahnasha's question until she was finally ready to speak.

"I think the first stage must be exploratory," Ariel surmised. "There are so many unknowns. There are...possibilities of exploiting the sort of binding that naturally occurs between soul and lycan daedra in any werewolf. I call it the perennial binding in my book. It's has similarities to the binding between soul and a physical body but..." she gestured with her hands as if moulding a piece of clay. "It does not behave the same way. And I have no idea whether it would be strong enough. And..." She let out the rest of her breath and faced everyone with more determination. "If I have to make an educated guess based on my research, the soul tearing gas, and...my own previous projects with inhaled anti-animants, is you may have to undergo one or more of three things." She cleared her throat and quickly added. "If they are even possible, that is. And notwithstanding any new information." She took a nervous breath. "Anyway, the first is to make your werewolf spirit more powerful. To the point where it might become more of you than you. The second is to find a way to...sort of cut away a portion of your soul so a more stable remainder can pass on intact -- I would rather we not consider that if at all possible for I hope are quite clear reasons. The third is to find a way to stymie the process that causes one's soul to destabilise in the first place much like the inoculation to the soul-tearing effect, but finding a way to do that without any physical anchor, let alone a permanent solution, is hardly worth calling a theory."

Ariel pursed her lips together and swallowed, trying to force a smile to make herself feel less guilty. "Perhaps," she said with some mustered optimism, "your quite experienced friend can open up our options a little."
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Fendros nodded. "You can count on it."

"Aye," Janius added. "Though if I didn't know better, I would call you a liar. Very few people alive can claim to have met a Nede before."

"Y-...you said that Argonian woman knew him as well?" Ariel struggled to ask.

"She's a vampire," Fendros answered quickly.

Ariel found a different question answered and then replaced by several more. She sighed lowered her eyes. "I feel as though I am somewhat out of my depth."

Sabine piped up with her hands clasped together. "At least Hal-Neesa will be less easily angered. I notice as much when she is invested in her work."
Neesa's departure was as much a surprise to the others as it was to Meesei. The reaction was not lost on Ariel, though she was beaten to speaking by Janius.

"That was...easy," Janius said, turning back around to Meesei. "What was it about that 'Zyausak' fellow that got her so perturbed?"

Fendros shook his head. "Not to downplay the situation, but perhaps there are several things that could do with elaborating, Meesei."
No one had any immediate solutions. Few enough had any idea of where to start. However, Janius held a hand up to speak what needed to be said first. "Now hold on just a moment," he said with his eyes up and sincere at Meesei. "First of all, there's no telling whether you will fall in the assault. Do not speak of it as if you're doomed." He looked around at the others for confirmation. "We have faced insurmountable challenges before. We've drawn dangerously close to death, make no mistake. But we're alive. You're alive, Meesei. And, frankly, we are at our most powerful. You're chances are not guaranteed, but they are good."

The more cynical Fendros had his head down throughout the short speech, but even he had to nod by the end of it. He breathed in to respond, but was cut off.

"Yoooou...found my book," Ariel deduced with descending embarrassment in her voice. "Didn't you? That's why I'm here, isn't it?"

The entire pack, including Sabine, turned around to Ariel curiously.

She could not look them in the eye. She brushed a few loose strands of hair back over her ear. "I know you said you would rather your attributes remained secret. I apologise. But, on the bright side of things, I am as motivated to help as I am curious to help."
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Before Meesei and Hal-Neesa arrived, the atmosphere was fairly pleasant with Ariel greeting, hugging and talking with everyone. Even with Sabine letting her newer packmates go about their business in the camp, Meesei's tent felt crowded in short order. Although, what Meesei said suddenly made it feel less abuzz.

Reactions in the tent were quiet, but varied. Sabine grew silently shocked. Janius was confused and worried. Ariel covered her mouth with her hand.

Fendros glanced at the faces around him. He did not look happy, but he kept his emotions to himself. "Destroyed?" he repeated. He looked down at the table for a moment as if searching and then looked back up at Meesei. "Did you learn this from the Psijics? Surely they knew something that could be done about it."
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