As Fendros walked and kept his eyes scanning the ground and trying to detect any scent other than water or forest, he began to think what exactly would happen if the improbable happened and he would become a father. It was all completely alien to him, the circumstances especially. There were no nannies out here in the wilds like the ones that took care of him and his siblings. No cots, no source of cows milk. Would the children be born werewolves as well? Would he even know how to raise them? So much flew through his mind that he had to work hard to focus on spotting anything.
A cry from Ahnasha on the other side of the river caused Fendros to snap out of it and look over to her. She had found what appeared to be Meesei's footprints. Fendros exhaled and realised how tight his shoulders had become with the stress. He swam to the other side and joined up with Ahnasha by the footprints, careful to remove his sword and hold it above the surface as he crossed. "These smell about right," Fendros said after a moment, "Let's follow them."
As they proceeded away from the river, Fendros was mostly quiet as his thoughts became anxious again. After a moment, he addressed Ahnasha, "So... have you had this problem before? I mean, not having Meesei around after... laying with someone."
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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.
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"Okay, I'll go upstream, who wants to go downstream?" Fendros asked. He didn't know the tracking skills of any of the pack, but he assumed that they were all adept enough to help. Before anyone gave a response, Sabine took off her cloak and her bag and quaffed down a skin that she had in her hand. She waited a moment, then shaded her eyes from the sunlight with her hands and waded into the water, diving in after a few steps. They all stood for a few moments, Fendros wondering why exactly she had picked this time of any to go for a swim, but a few moments later she surfaced and made her way back to the shore, shaking herself off and robing herself in her bag and cloak again. "Not on the riverbed here," Sabine said.
"Good, I'll head downstream," Janius said. Sabine seemed to follow him, leaving wet footsteps.
"Good, I'll head downstream," Janius said. Sabine seemed to follow him, leaving wet footsteps.
While they waited, Fendros decided to try and occupy himself by trying to work some leather and hide into a vest to keep him warm for whenever the weather would turn. Time went a bit faster than he noticed, and before he could make something serviceable he was approached by Ahnasha. He pursed his lips and nodded as she spoke, Fendros was thinking the same thing for a while, which was why he was trying to distract himself, but being reminded by a clearly distressed Ahnasha brought his worries full circle. "Right, yes," Fendros got up from where he sat, leaving behind his half-finished garment, and turned to face the greater part of the camp, "uh, Janius, Lorag, Runt... Could you help us to search for Meesei? She's been gone for a while."
Janius stood up from where he was and looked over to Ahnasha and Fendros with a mix of determination and sympathy, "Quite, I know she can take care of herself, but that brandy may have caused her to do some strange things."
Runt looked up from her grinding stone and nodded silently, taking off her cloak for a moment to shoulder a bag, presumably full of alchemical details, then wrapping her cloak around her once again. Janius equipped himself with his axe and shield and stood ready, "We could start by the river, I think that's the direction she went last I saw her." he said.
Fendros took a moment to fasten his scabbard and sword around his waist and pick up his shield. "How's Lorag feeling?" Fendros asked everyone.
Janius stood up from where he was and looked over to Ahnasha and Fendros with a mix of determination and sympathy, "Quite, I know she can take care of herself, but that brandy may have caused her to do some strange things."
Runt looked up from her grinding stone and nodded silently, taking off her cloak for a moment to shoulder a bag, presumably full of alchemical details, then wrapping her cloak around her once again. Janius equipped himself with his axe and shield and stood ready, "We could start by the river, I think that's the direction she went last I saw her." he said.
Fendros took a moment to fasten his scabbard and sword around his waist and pick up his shield. "How's Lorag feeling?" Fendros asked everyone.
Yep, I ran into that a whole lot the last time I GM'd something. It's fun!
Heheheh, the alcohol was a confounding factor in your predictions...
I am shaking my head and laughing in my chair right now. When I think "ES roleplay" I certainly was not expecting an unplanned pregnancy story xD.
Do you want to pursue something like that, or resume the whole Hircine's business thing that we were going to do in the long term? I'll leave it to you, but don't tell me your decision, it'll add to the suspense.
Do you want to pursue something like that, or resume the whole Hircine's business thing that we were going to do in the long term? I'll leave it to you, but don't tell me your decision, it'll add to the suspense.
Hmm, I would have to think about that. If he could run away, he would have done so before getting Ahnasha knocked up, so that's not going to happen. Eh, it would be gradual, but he would have to eventually face his new responsibility and morph his personality over many challenges. There are a lot of details I think.
Fendros' chewing slowed as some worry welled up inside of him. She'll be back, don't worry about it.
"Right. Ah... I was just trying to piece last night together myself," Janius said, "let's see, after you two stumbled away all frisky, er... when we ran out of wine to drink, Lorag and I started to arm wrestle. I don't know how I thought I could beat him, and he did mostly, but after about the fifth rematch, he passed out." Janius licked his teeth to try and recall further, "Then I dragged him to his bedroll and piled furs on top of him. Runt woke me up."
"Hold on," Lorag's muffled voice caused everyone to turn to his bedroll as he virtually erupted from the pile of pelts while sitting up. He pointed to Janius and squinted his eyes to the sun, "I didn't pass out, you passed out- ah!" Lorag pressed a hand to the side of his head, he had sat up too quickly, "You passed out and I dragged you to your bedroll. I remember because I piled those furs on myself, it was cold last night. Also, Meesei wandered off to go fishing or pearl diving or something after you passed out." Lorag then looked to the sky and rubbed his chin with his hand, "or was that before we arm-wrestled?"
"I think it was while we were on our third arm-wrestle, or something, that she wandered off. I got close to beating you that round." Janius said, the last sentence with a very matter-of-fact tone.
Lorag got up and went to fetch his own breakfast, this time pacing himself so that he wouldn't irritate his headache. "Pfft, keep dreaming, boy," He said dismissively.
Fendros had to squint his eyes on occasion, the talking was causing himself some pain as Janius and Lorag raised their voices. "Uh, if I may... how long does Meesei normally take on these errands?" Fendros wasn't on the verge of panicking yet, but when you planned to have children only after a century at least, not having control over a situation such as this was making him tense.
"Right. Ah... I was just trying to piece last night together myself," Janius said, "let's see, after you two stumbled away all frisky, er... when we ran out of wine to drink, Lorag and I started to arm wrestle. I don't know how I thought I could beat him, and he did mostly, but after about the fifth rematch, he passed out." Janius licked his teeth to try and recall further, "Then I dragged him to his bedroll and piled furs on top of him. Runt woke me up."
"Hold on," Lorag's muffled voice caused everyone to turn to his bedroll as he virtually erupted from the pile of pelts while sitting up. He pointed to Janius and squinted his eyes to the sun, "I didn't pass out, you passed out- ah!" Lorag pressed a hand to the side of his head, he had sat up too quickly, "You passed out and I dragged you to your bedroll. I remember because I piled those furs on myself, it was cold last night. Also, Meesei wandered off to go fishing or pearl diving or something after you passed out." Lorag then looked to the sky and rubbed his chin with his hand, "or was that before we arm-wrestled?"
"I think it was while we were on our third arm-wrestle, or something, that she wandered off. I got close to beating you that round." Janius said, the last sentence with a very matter-of-fact tone.
Lorag got up and went to fetch his own breakfast, this time pacing himself so that he wouldn't irritate his headache. "Pfft, keep dreaming, boy," He said dismissively.
Fendros had to squint his eyes on occasion, the talking was causing himself some pain as Janius and Lorag raised their voices. "Uh, if I may... how long does Meesei normally take on these errands?" Fendros wasn't on the verge of panicking yet, but when you planned to have children only after a century at least, not having control over a situation such as this was making him tense.
If I'm thinking what you're thinking, this could get especially interesting.
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