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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!
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Sorry, I tried to make a response, but I got sidetracked by things and I've run out of time before work. I'll finish it later tonight.
Hahah, Alright.
"Right," Janius said slowly. He hardly imagined that Runt would have any connections this far out. He didn't know that she had any connections at all outside of the pack. Judging by Runt's retreat from them all, there didn't seem to be anything else to do about it.
Janius returned to finish his own activities and the last of the sun disappeared for the day. When the time came to eat, Sabine did not join the rest of the pack until she was effectively ordered to. Even then she somehow seemed more withdrawn than ever. As they were all tired from travel it wasn't a late night for any of them. Everyone was in their bedrolls straight after dinner, save for Janius, who opted to take the first watch. Staying close for virtually the rest of the evening up until then, Fendros mustered the courage to give Ahnasha a goodnight kiss on the cheek before they parted for their own bedrolls. He fell asleep with his thoughts dominated by her.
In the morning, they all dressed up in their civil clothes again in preparation for venturing into Vos. Fendros felt in his element after breakfast, as he formulated a rough idea of where he might start. The obvious choice would be the tavern, custom there would probably be light in the mornings, giving a little space with the barkeep to answer some questions. If there were any beggars in town, he might have some luck giving them some coins in case they had spotted any orc hunters passing through. He would just have to keep an eye out for that apothecary that Runt described. He didn't quite know what to make of it, but he trusted Runt in it being bad news.
Janius returned to finish his own activities and the last of the sun disappeared for the day. When the time came to eat, Sabine did not join the rest of the pack until she was effectively ordered to. Even then she somehow seemed more withdrawn than ever. As they were all tired from travel it wasn't a late night for any of them. Everyone was in their bedrolls straight after dinner, save for Janius, who opted to take the first watch. Staying close for virtually the rest of the evening up until then, Fendros mustered the courage to give Ahnasha a goodnight kiss on the cheek before they parted for their own bedrolls. He fell asleep with his thoughts dominated by her.
In the morning, they all dressed up in their civil clothes again in preparation for venturing into Vos. Fendros felt in his element after breakfast, as he formulated a rough idea of where he might start. The obvious choice would be the tavern, custom there would probably be light in the mornings, giving a little space with the barkeep to answer some questions. If there were any beggars in town, he might have some luck giving them some coins in case they had spotted any orc hunters passing through. He would just have to keep an eye out for that apothecary that Runt described. He didn't quite know what to make of it, but he trusted Runt in it being bad news.
So, did you have anything else planned for this IC day, or should I timeskip until tomorrow in my next post? I've not really got any events planned until the pack goes to investigate in town.
After Meesei finished talking, Sabine nodded vigorously. Lifting one of her heels and looking desperate to leave. It took Janius and Lorag approaching from their activity of beating the ash and dirt from most of the pack's bedrolls for Sabine to fully retreat. "What's the commotion?" Janius asked as Sabine emitted what sounded like a small, frustrated squeal through her nose and darted away. She stopped and sat down where she had set up her alchemical tools, hiding most of herself behind her cloak and continuing with her previous brew, withdrawn from the world. Janius and Lorag looked on, puzzled. "I've never seen her act like that before," Janius commented.
From across the camp, Janius detected Fendros looking at him and turned towards he and Ahnasha. Janius turned his right palm to face upwards, then pointed to Sabine, effectively asking Fendros if he knew about the issue. If it was a sensitive matter that Janius missed, he wanted to make sure that he didn't say something inappropriate, a habit that had been assisted by Fendros at some points. Fendros' eyes quickly looked to the lump of hides that contained Sabine, then back to Janius with the same puzzled expression, and held out both of his hands with a shrug. Janius turned to Meesei, opting that it would be harmless enough to ask about the issue, "what's going on?"
From across the camp, Janius detected Fendros looking at him and turned towards he and Ahnasha. Janius turned his right palm to face upwards, then pointed to Sabine, effectively asking Fendros if he knew about the issue. If it was a sensitive matter that Janius missed, he wanted to make sure that he didn't say something inappropriate, a habit that had been assisted by Fendros at some points. Fendros' eyes quickly looked to the lump of hides that contained Sabine, then back to Janius with the same puzzled expression, and held out both of his hands with a shrug. Janius turned to Meesei, opting that it would be harmless enough to ask about the issue, "what's going on?"
G'night!
Sabine clenched her jaw in frustration, she evidently didn't want this to be so hard, why couldn't the Alpha just know? Still holding onto Meesei, she blinked a couple of times, recollecting. "Your height..." Sabine took one hand off Meesei and held a lock of her own hair frizzy, "hair, this colour. Straight, worn in-" she used both hands and held her hair in up in a bun, "-like this, held with two sticks." She let go of her hair, not looking directly at Meesei, and crossed her arms nervously, "blue eyes, dull blue eyes." Sabine shook her head, worked up more than before, "please don't go near her."
No problem. I've been a bit complacent as well over the past couple of days. Certain short-term hectic things came up.
I'll tell you what, since there's been a back-and-forth around this I think I'll just lay out my preference here. While I like the pace we've been keeping, I'm fine going a few days without seeing posts from you. To me, you don't need to apologise unless you're gone for... let's say three days without posting? In cases of silence for longer than three days it would be nice to have forewarning, but any narrower length of time is absolutely fine. So yeah, don't sweat it.
As for me, would you like me to let you know when I'm less likely to post, or are you fine with how things are already?
I'll tell you what, since there's been a back-and-forth around this I think I'll just lay out my preference here. While I like the pace we've been keeping, I'm fine going a few days without seeing posts from you. To me, you don't need to apologise unless you're gone for... let's say three days without posting? In cases of silence for longer than three days it would be nice to have forewarning, but any narrower length of time is absolutely fine. So yeah, don't sweat it.
As for me, would you like me to let you know when I'm less likely to post, or are you fine with how things are already?
Fendros continued to sit with Ahnasha, bathing in the feeling of being close to her. He thought maybe he had fallen for her simply because he felt he had a responsibility to her as mother of his child, but as he got to know her Fendros found that she was everything he wanted to be, and then some. Clever, easygoing, brave, skilled. Her character exposed a beauty that went beyond his opinion of Khajiit in general. Sitting where he was, he felt as if nothing else mattered.
Moments passed as they watched the world. Soon enough they would need to start investigating the city, but he wanted to make this moment last. First, though, Fendros spotted something from across the camp that was out of the ordinary. "Ahna, over there, what's wrong with Runt?" Fendros pointed over to where Meesei and Runt were conversing. It was one thing to see Runt actually talking as much as she was, but quite another to see just how distressed she looked.
While there was noticeable relief from Sabine at being delegated the task of guarding the camp, she didn't answer Meesei's inquiries immediately. Whether it was by guilt at Meesei's words or some other apprehension from old memories, Sabine broke her stare and looked away from Meesei's face. It looked as if she wanted to just escape like she always did at times like these. This time, something was different. "A witch." Sabine began, her words small and quiet, "She hates us. She hates me. She is dangerous."
Expressing sudden worry, Sabine looked at Meesei again and took her by the arms. "Don't go near her! Please!" She pleaded.
Moments passed as they watched the world. Soon enough they would need to start investigating the city, but he wanted to make this moment last. First, though, Fendros spotted something from across the camp that was out of the ordinary. "Ahna, over there, what's wrong with Runt?" Fendros pointed over to where Meesei and Runt were conversing. It was one thing to see Runt actually talking as much as she was, but quite another to see just how distressed she looked.
While there was noticeable relief from Sabine at being delegated the task of guarding the camp, she didn't answer Meesei's inquiries immediately. Whether it was by guilt at Meesei's words or some other apprehension from old memories, Sabine broke her stare and looked away from Meesei's face. It looked as if she wanted to just escape like she always did at times like these. This time, something was different. "A witch." Sabine began, her words small and quiet, "She hates us. She hates me. She is dangerous."
Expressing sudden worry, Sabine looked at Meesei again and took her by the arms. "Don't go near her! Please!" She pleaded.
Fendros returned Ahnasha's embrace wanting never to let go. He closed his eyes and ran his hand across the back of her head as an overwhelming wave of happiness washed over his mind. "Those were my thoughts as well," Fendros said quietly into her shoulder.
They remained in each others arms for some time, Fendros wanted the moment to last forever. After a while, he slowly pulled back to look into her eyes again. Fendros kept her close, resting his hands on her sides. He smiled, almost beginning to laugh, and rested his forehead on hers. It was the best dream he had experienced since he had been infected a month ago. "Is this real?" Fendros thought out loud.
Elsewhere in the camp, there was a nudge on Meesei's shoulder. Sabine stood behind her with her town clothes on, a plain brown dress with a flaxen apron, worn underneath the fur cloak that she was so fond of, but was so contrasted in comparison. It was the same fur cloak that she usually seemed to wear, but now with the addition of a substantial cowl to shelter from the ash storms that the pack traversed. Her expression was a blank frown with her same beady eyes.
"The apothecary in this town is a Breton," Sabine stated in her usual blunt manner, "I know her. I don't want her to see me." Behind Sabine's expression, her body started to shiver nervously, betraying an unorthodox quantity of emotion from her. Sabine looked expectantly at her alpha. Not much ever seemed to provoke this kind of reaction in little Sabine, let alone cause her to say this many words at once.
They remained in each others arms for some time, Fendros wanted the moment to last forever. After a while, he slowly pulled back to look into her eyes again. Fendros kept her close, resting his hands on her sides. He smiled, almost beginning to laugh, and rested his forehead on hers. It was the best dream he had experienced since he had been infected a month ago. "Is this real?" Fendros thought out loud.
Elsewhere in the camp, there was a nudge on Meesei's shoulder. Sabine stood behind her with her town clothes on, a plain brown dress with a flaxen apron, worn underneath the fur cloak that she was so fond of, but was so contrasted in comparison. It was the same fur cloak that she usually seemed to wear, but now with the addition of a substantial cowl to shelter from the ash storms that the pack traversed. Her expression was a blank frown with her same beady eyes.
"The apothecary in this town is a Breton," Sabine stated in her usual blunt manner, "I know her. I don't want her to see me." Behind Sabine's expression, her body started to shiver nervously, betraying an unorthodox quantity of emotion from her. Sabine looked expectantly at her alpha. Not much ever seemed to provoke this kind of reaction in little Sabine, let alone cause her to say this many words at once.
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