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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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Fendros would be lying through his teeth if he were to proclaim that Ahnasha's offer wasn't tempting after kissing her and seeing the length and breadth of her. There was plenty of time today, so Fendros saw no harm in in taking Ahnasha up on her proposal after relaxing for another half a minute in the warm pool.
Slowly nodding, Sabine wiped her face of tears and went over to resume brewing more healing potions. She was still bleary eyed from crying, but Meesei's words had helped to calm her down. Later, she would need to look out for ingredients, but for now she had what she needed for about three more of them. She also wanted to be around should Meesei or Lorag need anything else.
The rest of the day was a mix or rest and recovery and settling into their new temporary home. Janius eventually found a mattock and a shovel inside which made his job of digging shallow graves for many of the hunters much easier, while building the pyres for the Dunmer fallen was assisted by the firewood piles that the hunters had kept, as well as some oil to help light it.
Fendros managed to finish most of what he had set out to do, even after fooling around with Ahnasha in the morning, but found he that when he tried to scavenge arrows that all of the hunters' arrows were silver headed. Unsuitable for him to handle. He would need to buys some more in town or make some more arrowheads.
After a quick reagent hunt in the afternoon, Sabine found some more ingredients suitable for healing potions, but not for regeneration potions. Unable to brew the regeneration potions as she needed, Sabine finished reading through the journals she had found. Once she found where the hunters had procured the purple gas, from commission from an alchemist hailing from an organisation known only as 'the Coven', Sabine's initial suspicions were confirmed. She looked over to the flask of swirling purple transforming gas and wanted to shatter it against a wall and get rid of it immediately, but she had to know how it was made. Using every trick she knew, Sabine took samples of the flask's contents and tried to test its reaction to various substances to try and work out what was in it. It was a complicated brew, and even after analysing it for most of the night, there were not many conclusive results by the end of the day.
After nightfall, a robed female shadow strode along the barely visible path that lead up to the hunter's cavern. She held a vial on a short length of rope, hanging the vial close to the ground. The vial itself was pulsing with light as she followed a particular path, then faded if she strayed from it. The vial's light seemed to be guiding her. Warily, she entered the cave in front of her, being extra vigilant for traps or ambushes. She seemed to slow her pace as she walked through the empty, battle-ravaged rooms that still had stains of red where blood had fallen. She looked more and more apprehensive as she continued.
Detecting the crackling sounds of a fire ahead, she put away the vial and prepared a spell in her hands. An illusion spell to mask any traces of her as she entered the chamber. Janius was on watch at that point, and had detected an somewhat familiar smell approaching, but he couldn't quite place where it was he recognised it from. It didn't seem to be coming any closer as far as he could tell, that was until he processed what the green light that was flying towards him was all too late. Janius didn't recoil, he just completely froze up, barely even able to breathe, let alone raise an alarm. He watched the spell's origin step into the firelight. In a dark robe, the apothecary Ariel approached with a worried look.
Ariel's gaze panned the camp they had set up until she found Sabine sleeping peacefully near to the fire. Ariel kneeled down next to Sabine and tried to nudge her awake. "Sabine, awake dearest," Ariel whispered. Sabine groaned and stirred. "Awake sister." Sabine's eyes slowly opened, then she threw up her arms in panic, hitting away Ariel's hands and scrambling back off her bedroll and away from Ariel. She started to hyperventilate in sheer terror and eventually managed a scream that took Ariel completely off guard and woke up everyone. Sabine, whether it was voluntary or not immediately began to transform into her wolf form in front of them all, but before she could finish, Fendros and Ahnasha were up and armed, directing their weapons to the apothecary. "Don't. you. move." Fendros said, his sword pointed forward.
The spell on Janius was released and he slumped and exhaled, trying to regain his balance, before drawing his axe and threatening the Apothecary. "Ah! Paralysis! I hate being paralysed."
"I-I-I'm unarmed, please." Ariel pleaded, her face and her scent showing fear.
"Wait, you're the apothecary, the one I saw in Vos." Janius said, "what are you doing out her-?"
Janius was cut off by a dreadful roar from Sabine. She had fully transformed and was about to attack.
Ariel, utterly terrified and apparently unthreatening, pleaded louder. "Hold on! Please, please! Sabine! Just listen!"
Slowly nodding, Sabine wiped her face of tears and went over to resume brewing more healing potions. She was still bleary eyed from crying, but Meesei's words had helped to calm her down. Later, she would need to look out for ingredients, but for now she had what she needed for about three more of them. She also wanted to be around should Meesei or Lorag need anything else.
The rest of the day was a mix or rest and recovery and settling into their new temporary home. Janius eventually found a mattock and a shovel inside which made his job of digging shallow graves for many of the hunters much easier, while building the pyres for the Dunmer fallen was assisted by the firewood piles that the hunters had kept, as well as some oil to help light it.
Fendros managed to finish most of what he had set out to do, even after fooling around with Ahnasha in the morning, but found he that when he tried to scavenge arrows that all of the hunters' arrows were silver headed. Unsuitable for him to handle. He would need to buys some more in town or make some more arrowheads.
After a quick reagent hunt in the afternoon, Sabine found some more ingredients suitable for healing potions, but not for regeneration potions. Unable to brew the regeneration potions as she needed, Sabine finished reading through the journals she had found. Once she found where the hunters had procured the purple gas, from commission from an alchemist hailing from an organisation known only as 'the Coven', Sabine's initial suspicions were confirmed. She looked over to the flask of swirling purple transforming gas and wanted to shatter it against a wall and get rid of it immediately, but she had to know how it was made. Using every trick she knew, Sabine took samples of the flask's contents and tried to test its reaction to various substances to try and work out what was in it. It was a complicated brew, and even after analysing it for most of the night, there were not many conclusive results by the end of the day.
After nightfall, a robed female shadow strode along the barely visible path that lead up to the hunter's cavern. She held a vial on a short length of rope, hanging the vial close to the ground. The vial itself was pulsing with light as she followed a particular path, then faded if she strayed from it. The vial's light seemed to be guiding her. Warily, she entered the cave in front of her, being extra vigilant for traps or ambushes. She seemed to slow her pace as she walked through the empty, battle-ravaged rooms that still had stains of red where blood had fallen. She looked more and more apprehensive as she continued.
Detecting the crackling sounds of a fire ahead, she put away the vial and prepared a spell in her hands. An illusion spell to mask any traces of her as she entered the chamber. Janius was on watch at that point, and had detected an somewhat familiar smell approaching, but he couldn't quite place where it was he recognised it from. It didn't seem to be coming any closer as far as he could tell, that was until he processed what the green light that was flying towards him was all too late. Janius didn't recoil, he just completely froze up, barely even able to breathe, let alone raise an alarm. He watched the spell's origin step into the firelight. In a dark robe, the apothecary Ariel approached with a worried look.
Ariel's gaze panned the camp they had set up until she found Sabine sleeping peacefully near to the fire. Ariel kneeled down next to Sabine and tried to nudge her awake. "Sabine, awake dearest," Ariel whispered. Sabine groaned and stirred. "Awake sister." Sabine's eyes slowly opened, then she threw up her arms in panic, hitting away Ariel's hands and scrambling back off her bedroll and away from Ariel. She started to hyperventilate in sheer terror and eventually managed a scream that took Ariel completely off guard and woke up everyone. Sabine, whether it was voluntary or not immediately began to transform into her wolf form in front of them all, but before she could finish, Fendros and Ahnasha were up and armed, directing their weapons to the apothecary. "Don't. you. move." Fendros said, his sword pointed forward.
The spell on Janius was released and he slumped and exhaled, trying to regain his balance, before drawing his axe and threatening the Apothecary. "Ah! Paralysis! I hate being paralysed."
"I-I-I'm unarmed, please." Ariel pleaded, her face and her scent showing fear.
"Wait, you're the apothecary, the one I saw in Vos." Janius said, "what are you doing out her-?"
Janius was cut off by a dreadful roar from Sabine. She had fully transformed and was about to attack.
Ariel, utterly terrified and apparently unthreatening, pleaded louder. "Hold on! Please, please! Sabine! Just listen!"
I'm starting to fall asleep, I think I'm going to take a few hours off. If there was any more dialogue you wanted to do, that's cool, but it might be time for a short timeskip. I have something planned for the night though, so don't skip too far ahead if you're going to.
"Rhazii, huh?" Fendros looked up at the ceiling of the cavern. After a moment, a smile widened across his face, "I like it. A lot actually." He said, before looking to Ahnasha again, "And so within forms, little Mirasi, or little Rhazii. Both if we're especially... blessed." Fendros let out a laugh that sounded almost nervous at the prospect of twins. Come to think of it, he hadn't encountered Dunmer twins before, but he had heard of cases. He was sure that Khajiit twins would be more common. It wasn't an important thought though.
Sabine continued to weep for a little while longer. Meesei's words were something that she needed to hear, and after a time she was able to calm herself to a strained breathing and eventually just holding her head in her arms. "Thank you," Sabine squeaked from behind her arms and legs.
Sabine continued to weep for a little while longer. Meesei's words were something that she needed to hear, and after a time she was able to calm herself to a strained breathing and eventually just holding her head in her arms. "Thank you," Sabine squeaked from behind her arms and legs.
S'all good. As long as it sounds right. I'm pretty sure there's not really a complete treatise on the Khajiit language anyway, so artistic license isn't exactly blasphemy.
Heheheheheh. Good enough.
"Ahna, I couldn't agree more," Fendros said slowly and sincerely, taking in the warmth of the water. "That reminds me," Fendros' eyes awoke a little, "we don't have a name for it if it turns out to be a boy." Fendros shifted a little to address Ahnasha more directly, the water making small lapping sounds in response to his movements. "Did you have any ideas?"
Sabine shifted her hands to hold onto her opposite arms, as if she was trying to warm herself. "It's... she... it's... I don't want her to find any of us." Sabine slowly shook her head. Her words were becoming unsteady as her breathing became short and slightly strained. "She did terrible things..." Sabine stopped for an instant to breath in and it sounded constricted. It was a completely overwhelmed kind of upset, the kind expressed when one's best efforts are never enough. "she... she beat away my beast with her magic and... forcing it back..." a tear dropped from Sabine's nose where they were previously hidden by her bowed head. "She was trying to kill the beast, but she couldn't... each time... she would beat it harder and harder..." Sabine lifted her face to Meesei and revealed her completely reddened eyes and tensed face. Glistening tears streamed down her nose and now more were flowing directly down from her eyes. "Each time... the beast would come back... each time it would be angrier... but I would be trapped in a cage... trapped with the beast spirit... raging... no escape... if you tried to escape, she would hurt..." Sabine had told about as much as she could bear to with her words. She Brought her knees up to her chest and started crying into her arms quietly with the same constricted inhalation.
Sabine shifted her hands to hold onto her opposite arms, as if she was trying to warm herself. "It's... she... it's... I don't want her to find any of us." Sabine slowly shook her head. Her words were becoming unsteady as her breathing became short and slightly strained. "She did terrible things..." Sabine stopped for an instant to breath in and it sounded constricted. It was a completely overwhelmed kind of upset, the kind expressed when one's best efforts are never enough. "she... she beat away my beast with her magic and... forcing it back..." a tear dropped from Sabine's nose where they were previously hidden by her bowed head. "She was trying to kill the beast, but she couldn't... each time... she would beat it harder and harder..." Sabine lifted her face to Meesei and revealed her completely reddened eyes and tensed face. Glistening tears streamed down her nose and now more were flowing directly down from her eyes. "Each time... the beast would come back... each time it would be angrier... but I would be trapped in a cage... trapped with the beast spirit... raging... no escape... if you tried to escape, she would hurt..." Sabine had told about as much as she could bear to with her words. She Brought her knees up to her chest and started crying into her arms quietly with the same constricted inhalation.
Brb, aquireing breakfast.
Also, are we playing a game of chicken with this bath scene, or it going to get cut off at some point?
Also, are we playing a game of chicken with this bath scene, or it going to get cut off at some point?
Fendros placed his clothing onto a crate nearby, he would wring them out later, but the water was very inviting. "Well, it was a while ago," Fendros said, "it was a very hazy memory, but I remember enjoying it." He carefully stepped into the pool, the warm water felt a little too hot at first, but it very quickly became incredibly relaxing. Fendros closed his eyes. Maybe this is what moon sugar is like. After slowly drawing a deep breath, he opened his eyes and continued. "I do remember you saying some very amusing things." Fendros put his arm around Ahnasha's waist, "doing some very... foolish things."
"I don't..." Sabine started wringing her hands together and avoiding eye contact with Meesei. She didn't want to bring up those memories again. There was too much pain and anger. "She is..." Sabine paused again, trying hard not to run away, "She is my elder sister..."
"I don't..." Sabine started wringing her hands together and avoiding eye contact with Meesei. She didn't want to bring up those memories again. There was too much pain and anger. "She is..." Sabine paused again, trying hard not to run away, "She is my elder sister..."
Sabine listened to what Meesei had to say. She came at it indirectly, like she normally did. Sabine could at least appreciate the reinforcement that she was family, even though she felt no need to be appreciated for her actions if she herself deemed them to be useful anyway. Regardless, Sabine's prediction was correct, it was about the apothecary. She shifted in her seat and bit lightly on the inside of her cheek, thinking. The last time that she described the apothecary, Sabine was panicked, but now she could think clearly and she wasn't sure how much more she wanted to divulge. "She is..." Sabine began, then stopped, looking to the ground, then back up to Meesei, "... she is like me, alchemy, enchantment, but better than me. She is a mage as well, I don't know all that she knows, but she is powerful and... creative. She is dangerous."
"...Thank you." Fendros replied with a smirk in response to Ahnasha finding facial hair attractive. "Remember you weren't the only drunken mind who found attraction that night," Fendros breathed a laugh as another thought came across his mind, "I'm not going to tell you to shave, though. I've seen a shaven cat once before and I daresay that a Khajiit version would be even more disturbing." As Ahnasha swam close, Fendros found himself eying her own features. it was really only the head and the fur that separated her from any other woman. It was those features that Fendros had initially found off-putting about Khajiit women, but with Ahnasha he felt as if he had grown accustomed to it. Even the fur was more of an exotic feature than anything else.
"...Thank you." Fendros replied with a smirk in response to Ahnasha finding facial hair attractive. "Remember you weren't the only drunken mind who found attraction that night," Fendros breathed a laugh as another thought came across his mind, "I'm not going to tell you to shave, though. I've seen a shaven cat once before and I daresay that a Khajiit version would be even more disturbing." As Ahnasha swam close, Fendros found himself eying her own features. it was really only the head and the fur that separated her from any other woman. It was those features that Fendros had initially found off-putting about Khajiit women, but with Ahnasha he felt as if he had grown accustomed to it. Even the fur was more of an exotic feature than anything else.
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