Lunise took a moment to respond. She could not bring herself to be angry with Nytala, in spite of whatever philosophical objections she personally had to her reasoning. "Mother, I am beginning to think you should be the one speaking with her if your perspectives are more pertinent here. Do not take this the wrong way, but you are speaking as if time has no value. That is not something I can relate to." She sighed. "The way I see it, none here know how long 'curing' Meesei's soul could take. In honesty, the way I interpret what you have told me is the very composition of her soul is explained by theory rather than any confirmation at all. Perhaps, if there is some way to find more information about her soul while we are here, in this short time we have, might Meesei better inform her final decision? Some kind of test or inspection?"
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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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P.S. Not having breakfast can make you weary. That's for sure!
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That's reasonable to assume. Thanks!
I'll admit, I'm assuming Lunise knows the general mechanics of souls getting destroyed, but I'm not super clear on it. Could you explain it to me OOC?
Lunise gave Nytala a confused look when she paused to check their surroundings. She did not reach the point of protesting by the time Nytala continued, thankfully putting the extra detail in to bring sense to her statement. Unfortunately, it only converted it from impossible to unlikely.
"Mother, there are a few things I must make clear." Lunise closed her eyes to renew her temper. "We are aware of what will happen should the worst occur to Meesei's soul. Additionally...I do not know if it is your time in this place warping your sense of progression or whether you rarely interacted with non-mer mortals on Tamriel, but a century makes the world unrecognisable for the short-lived. Meesei would not be returning to her life as if nothing had changed. Most people she knows would have disappeared. The community of lycanthropes she had been fostering would have transitioned by several generations." She hesitated. "...And one hundred years is more than enough time for both her and I to change as well."
Lunise's eyes turned resolutely back to serving herself breakfast. "I appreciate you telling me all the same. Personally, I am hopeful that there are people on Tamriel that can assist in this matter as an alternative. Meesei is surrounded by extraordinary people -- I am certain there is something to be done about it."
"Mother, there are a few things I must make clear." Lunise closed her eyes to renew her temper. "We are aware of what will happen should the worst occur to Meesei's soul. Additionally...I do not know if it is your time in this place warping your sense of progression or whether you rarely interacted with non-mer mortals on Tamriel, but a century makes the world unrecognisable for the short-lived. Meesei would not be returning to her life as if nothing had changed. Most people she knows would have disappeared. The community of lycanthropes she had been fostering would have transitioned by several generations." She hesitated. "...And one hundred years is more than enough time for both her and I to change as well."
Lunise's eyes turned resolutely back to serving herself breakfast. "I appreciate you telling me all the same. Personally, I am hopeful that there are people on Tamriel that can assist in this matter as an alternative. Meesei is surrounded by extraordinary people -- I am certain there is something to be done about it."
Lunise was not at all joyful about Nytala's questions. Placing food both Lunise and Meesei would enjoy to share helped to keep her thoughts moving. She avoided eye contact and took a moment to put the right words together.
"I placed before her all that we know and all that we do not know," Lunise explained. "But...I do not deem this an excuse as much as a fact of the matter: To convince Meesei to join the Order for a chance at saving her soul requires that I ask her to abandon everything on Tamriel she had been building and caring for. Even without me in the scenario, I cannot ask her to sacrifice all of that and expect her to do so. I trust her to make decision that is right for her. To do otherwise would be to lower her to the level of some political mission of mine, and she means too much to me for that."
"I placed before her all that we know and all that we do not know," Lunise explained. "But...I do not deem this an excuse as much as a fact of the matter: To convince Meesei to join the Order for a chance at saving her soul requires that I ask her to abandon everything on Tamriel she had been building and caring for. Even without me in the scenario, I cannot ask her to sacrifice all of that and expect her to do so. I trust her to make decision that is right for her. To do otherwise would be to lower her to the level of some political mission of mine, and she means too much to me for that."
There was little Lunise knew to say with regards to the meaning in Meesei's life. Getting some breakfast was far simpler. "Easily done," she said, reflecting Meesei's smile. After another quick kiss to the lips and the cheek, Lunise edged over to stand up.
After asking Meesei what she felt like eating in particular and confirming whether or not she wanted to accompany her, Lunise had slid on a change of clothes provided by the Psijic Order and was out of the door.
Her smile faded shortly after leaving the room. The combined burdens of the invasion and Meesei's soul tried their best to weigh down Lunise's shoulders, but she was able to contend it with her trained posture and a tightened jaw. Her temples were already sore from doing the same thing during her sleep.
Lunise was surprised but not startled to run into Nytala on the way. She slowed down when it was apparent Nytala wanted to talk.
"Good morning, mother." Lunise clasped her hands together in front of herself. "I was presently on my way to find some breakfast for Meesei and myself."
After asking Meesei what she felt like eating in particular and confirming whether or not she wanted to accompany her, Lunise had slid on a change of clothes provided by the Psijic Order and was out of the door.
Her smile faded shortly after leaving the room. The combined burdens of the invasion and Meesei's soul tried their best to weigh down Lunise's shoulders, but she was able to contend it with her trained posture and a tightened jaw. Her temples were already sore from doing the same thing during her sleep.
Lunise was surprised but not startled to run into Nytala on the way. She slowed down when it was apparent Nytala wanted to talk.
"Good morning, mother." Lunise clasped her hands together in front of herself. "I was presently on my way to find some breakfast for Meesei and myself."
Lunise lifted herself up shortly after Meesei did, running a hand up Meesei's back before moving her legs over the bed to stand up. There was no telling whether the way she held her joined hands up and stood on the balls of her feet to stretch her entire body was habitual or showing off for Meesei. Even with her blonde hair messy and face not made up, it gave plenty to admire. She released a satisfied breath before she turned her eyes and noticed Meesei's distraction. Her smile faded knowingly.
In an effort to calm Meesei's nerves, Lunise walked her knees over the bed and settled into a side-ways seated position behind Meesei, wrapping her arms around Meesei's middle. She laid two small kisses at the base of Meesei's neck before she rested her chin on her shoulder and spoke up. "Have you had any luck with your thoughts?"
In an effort to calm Meesei's nerves, Lunise walked her knees over the bed and settled into a side-ways seated position behind Meesei, wrapping her arms around Meesei's middle. She laid two small kisses at the base of Meesei's neck before she rested her chin on her shoulder and spoke up. "Have you had any luck with your thoughts?"
With the worries of the previous day yet to catch up on them, Lunise reciprocated Meesei's passion in kind. She did not mind any imperfections about the moment for there was not much thinking to be done compared to experiencing. They pressed so tightly into one another that Lunise could have stayed as they were for the entire day. She was very tempted to do so. However, enough rationality took hold to transition from kisses to pecks on the lips, and thereon to a blissful look into Meesei's eyes.
"Good morning," Lunise mumbled in a drowsy voice. "A very good morning."
"Good morning," Lunise mumbled in a drowsy voice. "A very good morning."
There was no question that Lunise wanted to remain with Meesei for most of the time. Between the guilt of sharing such heavy news at what was meant to be their last chance for some peace before the invasion and the intense concern Lunise held in her core for Meesei, she remained close and attentive. The quiet in which Meesei could think and rest was taken up by Lunise by reading a book from the collection Nytala had provided for them.
All the same, Lunise was encouraged enough by Meesei both to take up Zyausak's offer for a tour as well as a long period spent catching up with Nytala. The many years between them left little empty time for Lunise and Nytala to talk. The subjects mostly revolved around recalling events and relations, including Pircalmo. Although, they also dipped into interpretation of experience and philosophy, as well as thoughts about the future. Perhaps it was the mindset of the Order, but Lunise was continually struck dissonant with who Nytala really was compared to who Lunise expected her to be. Nytala was by no means a cause of friction -- the truth was Lunise was made happy by her company. However, the hole Nytala left with her previous absence and all the formative experiences of Lunise's life only became more apparent. She returned to Meesei after several hours happy, though ultimately bittersweet.
Lunise had been sleeping lightly, if at all, in Meesei's arms. The experience of intimate closeness throughout an entire night had been foreign to her for such a long time that Meesei's embrace was at once heart-meltingly pleasant and a cause to keep her conscious. Relaxing enough to sleep had only ever been a solitary affair since her duties began. Tacit anxieties over disturbing Meesei's sleep, especially after their day prior, did not help matters.
All this and her habitual early wakefulness left Lunise largely unwilling to snooze further when the morning came. She instead let her eyes rest on Meesei's sleeping face and just stared for a while. Her arm felt heavy when she finally craned it up to run Meesei's red feathers between her fingers. A genuine, sleepy smile persisted on Lunise's lips.
All the same, Lunise was encouraged enough by Meesei both to take up Zyausak's offer for a tour as well as a long period spent catching up with Nytala. The many years between them left little empty time for Lunise and Nytala to talk. The subjects mostly revolved around recalling events and relations, including Pircalmo. Although, they also dipped into interpretation of experience and philosophy, as well as thoughts about the future. Perhaps it was the mindset of the Order, but Lunise was continually struck dissonant with who Nytala really was compared to who Lunise expected her to be. Nytala was by no means a cause of friction -- the truth was Lunise was made happy by her company. However, the hole Nytala left with her previous absence and all the formative experiences of Lunise's life only became more apparent. She returned to Meesei after several hours happy, though ultimately bittersweet.
Lunise had been sleeping lightly, if at all, in Meesei's arms. The experience of intimate closeness throughout an entire night had been foreign to her for such a long time that Meesei's embrace was at once heart-meltingly pleasant and a cause to keep her conscious. Relaxing enough to sleep had only ever been a solitary affair since her duties began. Tacit anxieties over disturbing Meesei's sleep, especially after their day prior, did not help matters.
All this and her habitual early wakefulness left Lunise largely unwilling to snooze further when the morning came. She instead let her eyes rest on Meesei's sleeping face and just stared for a while. Her arm felt heavy when she finally craned it up to run Meesei's red feathers between her fingers. A genuine, sleepy smile persisted on Lunise's lips.
Sure. I imagine Lunise and Nytala will have plenty to catch up on before that, but a lot of that will probably be either repeating details or adding details that won't really matter given the remaining length of the story, so we can summarise that.
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