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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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"Excellent. Your answers help us immensely." Lunise began to turn around but looked to the second Altmer monk with the trio they spoke to. "Do you have an estimation for yourself? If not, Meesei and I will leave you all to your business." She smiled bright with satisfaction.
Lunise looked at the monk for two very noticeable seconds before quickly glancing to Meesei and back. "Hm," She said quickly. "I did promise I would not take up too much of your time. Treat this as hypothetical, for now. What would be the absolute minimum time span you would need to perform this spell sufficient to..." She turned up a palm. "...break a well-raised ward, for instance? As if it were a task of utmost importance. Just an estimation will do."

Without waiting, Lunise addressed the other monks. "And what of you two? How long do you think you would need?" She held up a hand and quickly added. "This is not a competition, mind you. I understand you all have different specialities. I am merely interested to know for the sake of our debate."
Lunise slowly smiled with her chin up high. She was in no hurry to stop the woman's expression of fascination. Far from just being polite, Lunise intended for Meesei to drink in as much praise as was appropriate. Lunise decided if it caused a conversation to be struck up, so be it. However, after about a minute, she took on a certain silent and ominous stare that she knew to let people know they were being watched. The monk speaking would notice eventually, she was sure. Then, Divines willing, Meesei could have undeniable proof that her mimicry was not so easily dismissed after all.
Lunise let go of Meesei's hand to clasp her hands behind her back. "Oh, not at all," Lunise said eloquently. "Nothing requiring alarm, at the very least. Meesei and I have merely come to something of a debate, and to help settle it I would humbly request you attempt to replicate a spell that Meesei has learnt. I promise you will not be bothered once we are done." She turned her head. "Meesei? If you would show them Teroiah's dispelling cord, please?"
"I am," Lunise said resolutely. "Come, we need not take much time. You have been cooped up for too long anyway."

Even as Meesei ducked awkwardly under the door out from their room, Lunise held onto her hand as well as she could. She set a brisk pace as they made their way outside. None could understate the bizarre sight they made as a confident Altmer leading a hulking werewolf by the hand like a self-conscious child. Lunise was counting on it.

Her assumption did not take long to pay off. A group of monks performing a few exercises in an open paved area turned their heads towards them. Lunise noticed and strode up to them with purpose. "Excuse me? Excuse me." She said as she closed the distance. "Might I have a few moments of your time? Do not be perturbed, Meesei here is no threat."
"Hmph!" Lunise called, looking as incredulous as she sounded. "Now that you speak of it so lowly, I cannot help but agree that learning a spell that took decades of work to make practical in combat in the span of under two or three minutes is simply...plagiarism! Derivative! I'm sure requiring no creativity or skill whatsoever." She stopped to scoff before her sarcasm grew any more crass to her own ears. Still, she continued with her head moving in exaggerated sways to punctuate herself. "You are so reliant Meesei, that I am sure that anyone here at the Psijic Order could just the same thing if they wanted to. Actually..."

Lunise sprang up standing beside the bed and picked up a wedge of nectarine, stuffing the whole piece into her mouth. While she chewed, mouth closed, she gestured for Meesei to get up as well. She even went as far as to tug at her hand to hurry her.

She kept speaking as soon as she swallowed her mouthful. "Come, we are going on a walk right this moment. Stay in that form, you can fit through the doorway if you take your time."
"And like I said, I would not be so sure of that," Lunise responded patiently.

Without an immediate response, Lunise tried to think further on how to lift Meesei from her depression. There was no easy solution. Going out to do something -- anything -- perhaps to get fresh air and distract her mind, could help in some small measure. Not much else arose while she looked on at Meesei's little spells.

The lingering on the dispelling chain caught Lunise's eye. She tilted her head. "That reminds me of commander Teroiah's brand of spells," she commented. "I remember the duel between you two. I had never seen her so indignant. She may be many years my elder but she never did grow out of her temper."
Lunise gently stroked her hand over the back of Meesei's head in her lap. "Meesei, no one can be certain of what they are capable of without trying. It is a fact of life. Even if the templates helped you to cast magic as a werewolf, it would follow that they could help you find an answer here. Whether it is yourself or your templates, there is no reason to believe you are incapable. In that, I do not believe it is a useful thought to try and separate yourself from your templates in such a way."

She stopped petting Meesei's head and leant to look at her eyes. "As for disappearing, that is a possible future. It does not have to be your fate. Take this chance and see where the future lands. I wish I could say otherwise but you have no more control over it than that. None of us do."
Lunise slowly drew back the plate and tea. Again, she fought back a wave of her own sadness, but she was still ready for comfort. She placed the tea and plate on the nightstand beside the bed and sat on the bed, her upper body turned toward Meesei so she could put a hand on Meesei's large wrist.

"'If,' Meesei," she began. "It does not have to be."

All of a sudden, Lunise had to stop and think again. The short while Meesei had to weep may have given some catharsis, depending on the nature of Meesei's thoughts, but Lunise did not leave her side.

By the time Lunise caught Meesei's eyes again, she was surer of her words. "Listen, I would wager very few people go through life without periods of intense self-doubt. Myself included, on a number of occasions. I have learnt during those times that circumstances differ, thus advice to help Lunise after her comrades died in the Battle of the Red Ring may not be as useful to help Lunise after her first lover secretly betrayed her for another for a year before she found out." Lunise's tone made light of the issues in spite of their implications. "It remains that each time I emerged from those...chapters, I learnt little things that helped me rise more powerfully the next time. Think back, for a moment. Was there a time before this one where your thoughts spiralled you down like this? What did you have to do to emerge?"

Lunise reached to take the plate of food and offered it again. "And eat while you think about it." It was a calm demand, rather than a suggestion. "It will help, and you need to keep your strength maintained."
Lunise blinked her eyes down. "I will. And...I appreciate the risks you are taking." She almost turned around. "If your counsel can extend far enough that we might perform the tests for ourselves, we..." She stopped. "No, I have been unreasonable enough. We shall speak later, mother. Thank you."

There was a pit in Lunise's stomach as she walked back towards their quarters, and it did not come from hunger. She had to hold back her emotions not to stop and shed tears onto the tray she carried. The pastries, fruit preserves, and cured meats were too perfectly prepared for her to sully them with the sad thoughts in her head.

She stopped one pace into the bedroom, momentarily startled by Meesei's werewolf form. She was far more used to it than the first time, but the unexpected sight of a giant wolf-like beast never failed to elicit some form of jolt. "Oh...Meesei, I did not expect..." She started. "Never mind. I forget that this a place both of us can be completely open."

After closing the door behind her, Lunise strode over to the desk to lay down the tray at the nearby desk and poured two cups of tea. "Mother spoke to me while I was serving breakfast for us. She is still adamant that you join the order." She took a careful breath. "One piece of good news, that she asked me to share only with you rather than spread around, is that one can leave the Order whenever they wish, but they may not return thereafter. Though that assumes nothing about the time it would take to find a solution for your soul."

Lunise picked up a plate of food and a cup of tea and brought it towards Meesei. However good the news was meant to be, Lunise did not appear to see it with that description.
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