Chapter 106: Potent Creature
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Chapter 106: Potent Creature
Tala notified Mistress Odera, and the guards on duty, that she and Terry would be sparring, so that they would not come to her aid. Then, she carefully stepped forward into the already well trampled area of forest floor.
Terry seemed to have grown bored, while she took care of the particulars, and hed curled up on the ground.
Tala took a moment to regard her avian friend. He looks so comfortable there.
Her focus expanded just slightly, and she saw him in the greater context. He was curled up alone, no others of his kind nearby. I wonder how long hes been alone?
She gave a sad smile. And he chose to join with me. She never wanted him to regret that.
Are you ready, Terry?
The bird opened one eye and let out a soft squawk of assent.
Alright, then. Lets- Talas words were cut off as her mouth filled with detritus: broken sticks and half-rotten, icy leaves. There was a weight on her back, and her ears were filled with a triumphant cry of exaltation.
She heard those watching gasp in alarm; she even heard several weapons clear their scabbards, before the weight vanished.
She pushed herself up, her eyes finding the bird, back where he had been. She glared, grimacing at the avian. That wasnt much of a bout.
Terrys eye opened, again, and the look he gave her was one of smug superiority.
No, Im not conceding. She took Flow into her hand, keeping it in its sheath, and used void-channels to extend it. Taking up a high guard, she nodded. Again.
Even as she spoke, she moved Flow through a defensive sweep close across her back. She felt the briefest fluctuation of power as Terry again appeared behind her, but he seemed to notice the sword and immediately flickered to her side, behind the sweeping blade.
His taloned foot again knocked her down, this time with a blow to her side, and his weight held her against the cold soil.
Now, however, she could see him; he met her gaze and let loose a happy chirp.
Yeah, yeah. Thankfully, her enhanced strength made it easy for her to draw breath, even with most of Terrys weight on her, and that gave her an idea.
She muscled through Terrys resistance to roll onto her back, grabbing the birds leg with her off hand and thrusting Flow upward.
Terry flickered again, and his foot was now over her face. With no time for her to react, he slammed her head down, pushing it into the ground.
Talas off-hand closed on now empty air.
She growled in irritation. Even so, she didnt let her irritation slow her, and she used her anchored head to leverage her body up, coiling around the massive avian limb.
He was gone.
Shed already been in motion, so her inertia carried her all the way over, causing her to fall back to her stomach.
He returned, now standing fully on her back.
Tala let out a muffled yell of frustration into the freezing cold muck beneath her and pushed, vaulting up despite the few hundred pounds atop her.
She swept out, putting less strength into the strike, so that she could immediately reverse it. Her attack and quick reversal caused Terry to have to blink away in rapid succession, spoiling his next attacks.
Alright, then. Lets do this.
Flow was now in constant motion as Tala warded away the arcanous beast with a chaotic, but flowing, defense.
Every time she was too slow or too predictable, Terry would knock her aside, capitalizing on the further disruption to pin her down.
It was an exercise in utter helplessness, and she started to breathe heavier, unable to get space to think, to plan, to feel in control.
Why cant I defend myself, here?
Tala began to feel tears building in her eyes as her desperation grew.
I am utterly outclassed. Even with all my defenses, he now has my measure. Her breathing continued to pick up, but not due to the exertion. Hes been watching us practice. He knows exactly what we are capable of, and he knows, now, how to counter it.
She forged one more void-channel for her body and inscriptions, giving her a marginal boost to her strength and reaction rate. Im glad Holly didnt put any power limiters on my enhancements. Even so, it wasnt enough.
She wrought a second void-channel. In the corner of her vision, she saw that a faint golden glow was now easily evident from her exposed skin and the inscriptions set within.
Still not enough.
She made a third, and there was now a distinct glow, casting shadows on her clothing, and hair, but not yet strong enough to light up the ground around her.
She was sweating profusely, her hyperactive muscles generating incredible amounts of heat. They were working with more power, and under more strain, than they ever had before. Still too slow. What is wrong with me?
She threw together a fourth void-channel for her body and inscriptions, while maintaining those to Flow. She was at her limit, and the light from her inscriptions now highlighted a circle around her on the ground.
Steam was visibly rising from Talas clothes, skin, and hair in the frigid evening air.
Every change in Flows direction of movement produced a whip crack of sound, echoing and overlapping through the campsite. Flow never even brushed Terry.
The avian hadnt noticeably responded to her ever increasing pace. He flickered around her with an air of utter non-concern, exploiting any and all imperfections in her form or defensive patterns, and there were many.
Her increased capacities meant that those flaws were exposed for briefer periods, but they were also much more numerous.
She could do nothing against him. It felt like she was simply flailing uselessly at the air.
Tears had long since joined sweat, streaming down her face, and her nose was draining down over her lips and into her mouth.
She couldnt spare even an instant to wipe it away, though she did spit, when possible, to keep her airways clear.
Why am I so weak?
That wasnt the point, though. She focused on the display.
The larger terror bird was knocking the smaller around, as the smaller desperately tried to fight back. It was fruitless, but neither stopped or gave up.
Over time, the smaller one slowly grew in size and competence, beginning to occasionally land blows on the larger specimen.
Through the course of the thirty second play, the two drew closer in ability until they were equals, testing and training each other, both improving greatly and advancing, together.
Terry stopped flickering, and staggered slightly, clearly having used a tremendous amount of power for the short communication.
You were training me, trying to lift me up?
Terry flickered to her shoulder and head-bumped her cheek.
It was She swallowed back her rising tears. It was pretty humiliating.
Terry curled up, tucking his head down.
She nodded, feeling like she understood. But, thats how terror birds train each other: ruthless, without actually causing damage. No cushion, no coddling, just a continuous, overt display of skill.
Terry let out a happy, little chirp, and shimmied slightly.
Tala shook her head. IllIll try to learn from that, but I didnt have space to think.
He opened one eye to regard her from her shoulder.
That was part of the pointwasnt it.
He closed the eye again, and shed have sworn he was smiling, except he didnt have lips with which to make the expression.
Well, I suppose we have to accept each other as we are, not as we wished wed be. She patted Terrys head with her off hand. Lets get breakfast.
She left her room, locking it behind her, and headed outside.
They exited the cargo-slot through the propped open door to find that it was still a bit before dawn. There was a pleasant, cool crispness to the air, and a light dusting of snow helped highlight the terrain, even in the dim forest. There were some guards already eating, and Rane was atop the cargo-wagon, clearly the Mage on watch.
Mistress Odera was awake as well, it seemed, and she smiled and waved to them as they walked over towards the chuckwagon.
Good morning, Mistress Tala. After a moments hesitation, her eyes flicked to Terry. And to you, master Terry.
Terry twitched but didnt otherwise react.
Good morning, Mistress Odera.
Mistress Oderas skin was a bit too pale as the woman smiled at them. Last night waseducational.
Tala grunted, noncommittally. You said there would be food?
Mistress Odera ignored the attempt at a topic change. Are you alright, child? Her voice was barely audible, even to Talas ears.
Tala hesitated. Am I? She felt recovered, but that wasnt what the Mage had been asking about. II havent felt that helpless in a long time.
The older woman nodded. I can understand that. He is apotent creature.
Terry gave a happy chirp in return but didnt open his eyes.
With that topic broached and dealt with, if barely, Mistress Odera gestured back to the bustling chuckwagon. They are ready for you.
Tala didnt delay in the slightest as she stepped up and received a truly monstrous portion of food. There were two bowls that each looked to be meant for either serving or mixing large quantities of food.
Amnin smiled but didnt try to engage Tala in conversation. Instead, she simply indicated that the smaller of the two bowls was for Terry.
The avian perked up at that and gave a happy, trilling flute of gratitude.
Each bowl was filled with fat, well fried sausages. Sliced bread, buttered and toasted, had been arranged around the edge of Talas bowl. Terrys had a fence of bacon.
Grab a seat. Ill bring you some water and your bacon, dear.
Tala smiled gratefully, moving over to the end of an unoccupied table. She set down the huge bowls and almost pulled out her reinforced chair, but then remembered that she didnt need it at the moment. Thats nice.
She slid onto the bench, and fell to eating with abandon.
Terry ate more slowly, but he still finished everything in his bowl with almost horrifying speed.
Tala tried not to complain about the lack of coffee. Apparently, Mistress Odera had advised she avoid it, this morning, because of how much liquid shed lost the night before. Coffee wont dehydrate me She sighed. At least I can get some later today.
Amnin had promised to save her a jug, but she wouldnt get it until after they started out for the day.
Sacrifices must be made, I suppose.
Breakfast done, she moved through her morning routine. Because her weight was now variable, she held off on muscular exercise until everything else was complete.
Now that she could alter effective gravity at will, if slowly, she had a task to accomplish right before her physical training.
She concentrated, bringing her left middle finger to her thumb, and focusing on herself, acting within the protective shell of her iron-salve. Over the course of a minute and a half, she increased her weight as much as she felt she could stand. Tala had been careful, near the end, as she hadnt wanted to overshoot and kill herself.
She didnt have an exact number, but her feet were easily sinking into the frozen ground, despite the increase to her footing.
Around six times? It didnt matter that much. She could see the alteration with her new gravity sight, so she could track her progress in the future.
Alright. Time for physical conditioning.
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Chapter 106: Potent Creature
Tala notified Mistress Odera, and the guards on duty, that she and Terry would be sparring, so that they would not come to her aid. Then, she carefully stepped forward into the already well trampled area of forest floor.
Terry seemed to have grown bored, while she took care of the particulars, and hed curled up on the ground.
Tala took a moment to regard her avian friend. He looks so comfortable there.
Her focus expanded just slightly, and she saw him in the greater context. He was curled up alone, no others of his kind nearby. I wonder how long hes been alone?
She gave a sad smile. And he chose to join with me. She never wanted him to regret that.
Are you ready, Terry?
The bird opened one eye and let out a soft squawk of assent.
Alright, then. Lets- Talas words were cut off as her mouth filled with detritus: broken sticks and half-rotten, icy leaves. There was a weight on her back, and her ears were filled with a triumphant cry of exaltation.
She heard those watching gasp in alarm; she even heard several weapons clear their scabbards, before the weight vanished.
She pushed herself up, her eyes finding the bird, back where he had been. She glared, grimacing at the avian. That wasnt much of a bout.
Terrys eye opened, again, and the look he gave her was one of smug superiority.
No, Im not conceding. She took Flow into her hand, keeping it in its sheath, and used void-channels to extend it. Taking up a high guard, she nodded. Again.
Even as she spoke, she moved Flow through a defensive sweep close across her back. She felt the briefest fluctuation of power as Terry again appeared behind her, but he seemed to notice the sword and immediately flickered to her side, behind the sweeping blade.
His taloned foot again knocked her down, this time with a blow to her side, and his weight held her against the cold soil.
Now, however, she could see him; he met her gaze and let loose a happy chirp.
Yeah, yeah. Thankfully, her enhanced strength made it easy for her to draw breath, even with most of Terrys weight on her, and that gave her an idea.
She muscled through Terrys resistance to roll onto her back, grabbing the birds leg with her off hand and thrusting Flow upward.
Terry flickered again, and his foot was now over her face. With no time for her to react, he slammed her head down, pushing it into the ground.
Talas off-hand closed on now empty air.
She growled in irritation. Even so, she didnt let her irritation slow her, and she used her anchored head to leverage her body up, coiling around the massive avian limb.
He was gone.
Shed already been in motion, so her inertia carried her all the way over, causing her to fall back to her stomach.
He returned, now standing fully on her back.
Tala let out a muffled yell of frustration into the freezing cold muck beneath her and pushed, vaulting up despite the few hundred pounds atop her.
She swept out, putting less strength into the strike, so that she could immediately reverse it. Her attack and quick reversal caused Terry to have to blink away in rapid succession, spoiling his next attacks.
Alright, then. Lets do this.
Flow was now in constant motion as Tala warded away the arcanous beast with a chaotic, but flowing, defense.
Every time she was too slow or too predictable, Terry would knock her aside, capitalizing on the further disruption to pin her down.
It was an exercise in utter helplessness, and she started to breathe heavier, unable to get space to think, to plan, to feel in control.
Why cant I defend myself, here?
Tala began to feel tears building in her eyes as her desperation grew.
I am utterly outclassed. Even with all my defenses, he now has my measure. Her breathing continued to pick up, but not due to the exertion. Hes been watching us practice. He knows exactly what we are capable of, and he knows, now, how to counter it.
She forged one more void-channel for her body and inscriptions, giving her a marginal boost to her strength and reaction rate. Im glad Holly didnt put any power limiters on my enhancements. Even so, it wasnt enough.
She wrought a second void-channel. In the corner of her vision, she saw that a faint golden glow was now easily evident from her exposed skin and the inscriptions set within.
Still not enough.
She made a third, and there was now a distinct glow, casting shadows on her clothing, and hair, but not yet strong enough to light up the ground around her.
She was sweating profusely, her hyperactive muscles generating incredible amounts of heat. They were working with more power, and under more strain, than they ever had before. Still too slow. What is wrong with me?
She threw together a fourth void-channel for her body and inscriptions, while maintaining those to Flow. She was at her limit, and the light from her inscriptions now highlighted a circle around her on the ground.
Steam was visibly rising from Talas clothes, skin, and hair in the frigid evening air.
Every change in Flows direction of movement produced a whip crack of sound, echoing and overlapping through the campsite. Flow never even brushed Terry.
The avian hadnt noticeably responded to her ever increasing pace. He flickered around her with an air of utter non-concern, exploiting any and all imperfections in her form or defensive patterns, and there were many.
Her increased capacities meant that those flaws were exposed for briefer periods, but they were also much more numerous.
She could do nothing against him. It felt like she was simply flailing uselessly at the air.
Tears had long since joined sweat, streaming down her face, and her nose was draining down over her lips and into her mouth.
She couldnt spare even an instant to wipe it away, though she did spit, when possible, to keep her airways clear.
Why am I so weak?
That wasnt the point, though. She focused on the display.
The larger terror bird was knocking the smaller around, as the smaller desperately tried to fight back. It was fruitless, but neither stopped or gave up.
Over time, the smaller one slowly grew in size and competence, beginning to occasionally land blows on the larger specimen.
Through the course of the thirty second play, the two drew closer in ability until they were equals, testing and training each other, both improving greatly and advancing, together.
Terry stopped flickering, and staggered slightly, clearly having used a tremendous amount of power for the short communication.
You were training me, trying to lift me up?
Terry flickered to her shoulder and head-bumped her cheek.
It was She swallowed back her rising tears. It was pretty humiliating.
Terry curled up, tucking his head down.
She nodded, feeling like she understood. But, thats how terror birds train each other: ruthless, without actually causing damage. No cushion, no coddling, just a continuous, overt display of skill.
Terry let out a happy, little chirp, and shimmied slightly.
Tala shook her head. IllIll try to learn from that, but I didnt have space to think.
He opened one eye to regard her from her shoulder.
That was part of the pointwasnt it.
He closed the eye again, and shed have sworn he was smiling, except he didnt have lips with which to make the expression.
Well, I suppose we have to accept each other as we are, not as we wished wed be. She patted Terrys head with her off hand. Lets get breakfast.
She left her room, locking it behind her, and headed outside.
They exited the cargo-slot through the propped open door to find that it was still a bit before dawn. There was a pleasant, cool crispness to the air, and a light dusting of snow helped highlight the terrain, even in the dim forest. There were some guards already eating, and Rane was atop the cargo-wagon, clearly the Mage on watch.
Mistress Odera was awake as well, it seemed, and she smiled and waved to them as they walked over towards the chuckwagon.
Good morning, Mistress Tala. After a moments hesitation, her eyes flicked to Terry. And to you, master Terry.
Terry twitched but didnt otherwise react.
Good morning, Mistress Odera.
Mistress Oderas skin was a bit too pale as the woman smiled at them. Last night waseducational.
Tala grunted, noncommittally. You said there would be food?
Mistress Odera ignored the attempt at a topic change. Are you alright, child? Her voice was barely audible, even to Talas ears.
Tala hesitated. Am I? She felt recovered, but that wasnt what the Mage had been asking about. II havent felt that helpless in a long time.
The older woman nodded. I can understand that. He is apotent creature.
Terry gave a happy chirp in return but didnt open his eyes.
With that topic broached and dealt with, if barely, Mistress Odera gestured back to the bustling chuckwagon. They are ready for you.
Tala didnt delay in the slightest as she stepped up and received a truly monstrous portion of food. There were two bowls that each looked to be meant for either serving or mixing large quantities of food.
Amnin smiled but didnt try to engage Tala in conversation. Instead, she simply indicated that the smaller of the two bowls was for Terry.
The avian perked up at that and gave a happy, trilling flute of gratitude.
Each bowl was filled with fat, well fried sausages. Sliced bread, buttered and toasted, had been arranged around the edge of Talas bowl. Terrys had a fence of bacon.
Grab a seat. Ill bring you some water and your bacon, dear.
Tala smiled gratefully, moving over to the end of an unoccupied table. She set down the huge bowls and almost pulled out her reinforced chair, but then remembered that she didnt need it at the moment. Thats nice.
She slid onto the bench, and fell to eating with abandon.
Terry ate more slowly, but he still finished everything in his bowl with almost horrifying speed.
Tala tried not to complain about the lack of coffee. Apparently, Mistress Odera had advised she avoid it, this morning, because of how much liquid shed lost the night before. Coffee wont dehydrate me She sighed. At least I can get some later today.
Amnin had promised to save her a jug, but she wouldnt get it until after they started out for the day.
Sacrifices must be made, I suppose.
Breakfast done, she moved through her morning routine. Because her weight was now variable, she held off on muscular exercise until everything else was complete.
Now that she could alter effective gravity at will, if slowly, she had a task to accomplish right before her physical training.
She concentrated, bringing her left middle finger to her thumb, and focusing on herself, acting within the protective shell of her iron-salve. Over the course of a minute and a half, she increased her weight as much as she felt she could stand. Tala had been careful, near the end, as she hadnt wanted to overshoot and kill herself.
She didnt have an exact number, but her feet were easily sinking into the frozen ground, despite the increase to her footing.
Around six times? It didnt matter that much. She could see the alteration with her new gravity sight, so she could track her progress in the future.
Alright. Time for physical conditioning.
Chapter 106: Potent CreatureTala notified Mistress Odera, and the guards on duty, that she and Terry would be sparring, so that they would not come to her aid. Then, she carefully stepped forward into the already well trampled area of forest floor.Terry seemed to have grown bored, while she took care of the particulars, and hed curled up on the ground.Tala took a moment to regard her avian friend. He looks so comfortable there.Her focus expanded just slightly, and she saw him in the greater context. He was curled up alone, no others of his kind nearby. I wonder how long hes been alone?She gave a sad smile. And he chose to join with me. She never wanted him to regret that.Are you ready, Terry?The bird opened one eye and let out a soft squawk of assent.Alright, then. Lets- Talas words were cut off as her mouth filled with detritus: broken sticks and half-rotten, icy leaves. There was a weight on her back, and her ears were filled with a triumphant cry of exaltation.She heard those watching gasp in alarm; she even heard several weapons clear their scabbards, before the weight vanished.She pushed herself up, her eyes finding the bird, back where he had been. She glared, grimacing at the avian. That wasnt much of a bout.Terrys eye opened, again, and the look he gave her was one of smug superiority.No, Im not conceding. She took Flow into her hand, keeping it in its sheath, and used void-channels to extend it. Taking up a high guard, she nodded. Again.Even as she spoke, she moved Flow through a defensive sweep close across her back. She felt the briefest fluctuation of power as Terry again appeared behind her, but he seemed to notice the sword and immediately flickered to her side, behind the sweeping blade.His taloned foot again knocked her down, this time with a blow to her side, and his weight held her against the cold soil.Now, however, she could see him; he met her gaze and let loose a happy chirp.Yeah, yeah. Thankfully, her enhanced strength made it easy for her to draw breath, even with most of Terrys weight on her, and that gave her an idea.She muscled through Terrys resistance to roll onto her back, grabbing the birds leg with her off hand and thrusting Flow upward.Terry flickered again, and his foot was now over her face. With no time for her to react, he slammed her head down, pushing it into the ground.Talas off-hand closed on now empty air.She growled in irritation. Even so, she didnt let her irritation slow her, and she used her anchored head to leverage her body up, coiling around the massive avian limb.He was gone.Shed already been in motion, so her inertia carried her all the way over, causing her to fall back to her stomach.He returned, now standing fully on her back.Tala let out a muffled yell of frustration into the freezing cold muck beneath her and pushed, vaulting up despite the few hundred pounds atop her.She swept out, putting less strength into the strike, so that she could immediately reverse it. Her attack and quick reversal caused Terry to have to blink away in rapid succession, spoiling his next attacks.Alright, then. Lets do this.Flow was now in constant motion as Tala warded away the arcanous beast with a chaotic, but flowing, defense.Every time she was too slow or too predictable, Terry would knock her aside, capitalizing on the further disruption to pin her down.It was an exercise in utter helplessness, and she started to breathe heavier, unable to get space to think, to plan, to feel in control.Why cant I defend myself, here?Tala began to feel tears building in her eyes as her desperation grew.I am utterly outclassed. Even with all my defenses, he now has my measure. Her breathing continued to pick up, but not due to the exertion. Hes been watching us practice. He knows exactly what we are capable of, and he knows, now, how to counter it.She forged one more void-channel for her body and inscriptions, giving her a marginal boost to her strength and reaction rate. Im glad Holly didnt put any power limiters on my enhancements. Even so, it wasnt enough.She wrought a second void-channel. In the corner of her vision, she saw that a faint golden glow was now easily evident from her exposed skin and the inscriptions set within.Still not enough.She made a third, and there was now a distinct glow, casting shadows on her clothing, and hair, but not yet strong enough to light up the ground around her.She was sweating profusely, her hyperactive muscles generating incredible amounts of heat. They were working with more power, and under more strain, than they ever had before. Still too slow. What is wrong with me?She threw together a fourth void-channel for her body and inscriptions, while maintaining those to Flow. She was at her limit, and the light from her inscriptions now highlighted a circle around her on the ground.Steam was visibly rising from Talas clothes, skin, and hair in the frigid evening air.Every change in Flows direction of movement produced a whip crack of sound, echoing and overlapping through the campsite. Flow never even brushed Terry.The avian hadnt noticeably responded to her ever increasing pace. He flickered around her with an air of utter non-concern, exploiting any and all imperfections in her form or defensive patterns, and there were many.Her increased capacities meant that those flaws were exposed for briefer periods, but they were also much more numerous.She could do nothing against him. It felt like she was simply flailing uselessly at the air.Tears had long since joined sweat, streaming down her face, and her nose was draining down over her lips and into her mouth.She couldnt spare even an instant to wipe it away, though she did spit, when possible, to keep her airways clear.Why am I so weak?That wasnt the point, though. She focused on the display.The larger terror bird was knocking the smaller around, as the smaller desperately tried to fight back. It was fruitless, but neither stopped or gave up.Over time, the smaller one slowly grew in size and competence, beginning to occasionally land blows on the larger specimen.Through the course of the thirty second play, the two drew closer in ability until they were equals, testing and training each other, both improving greatly and advancing, together.Terry stopped flickering, and staggered slightly, clearly having used a tremendous amount of power for the short communication.You were training me, trying to lift me up?Terry flickered to her shoulder and head-bumped her cheek.It was She swallowed back her rising tears. It was pretty humiliating.Terry curled up, tucking his head down.She nodded, feeling like she understood. But, thats how terror birds train each other: ruthless, without actually causing damage. No cushion, no coddling, just a continuous, overt display of skill.Terry let out a happy, little chirp, and shimmied slightly.Tala shook her head. IllIll try to learn from that, but I didnt have space to think.He opened one eye to regard her from her shoulder.That was part of the pointwasnt it.He closed the eye again, and shed have sworn he was smiling, except he didnt have lips with which to make the expression.Well, I suppose we have to accept each other as we are, not as we wished wed be. She patted Terrys head with her off hand. Lets get breakfast.She left her room, locking it behind her, and headed outside.They exited the cargo-slot through the propped open door to find that it was still a bit before dawn. There was a pleasant, cool crispness to the air, and a light dusting of snow helped highlight the terrain, even in the dim forest. There were some guards already eating, and Rane was atop the cargo-wagon, clearly the Mage on watch.Mistress Odera was awake as well, it seemed, and she smiled and waved to them as they walked over towards the chuckwagon.Good morning, Mistress Tala. After a moments hesitation, her eyes flicked to Terry. And to you, master Terry.Terry twitched but didnt otherwise react.Good morning, Mistress Odera.Mistress Oderas skin was a bit too pale as the woman smiled at them. Last night waseducational.Tala grunted, noncommittally. You said there would be food?Mistress Odera ignored the attempt at a topic change. Are you alright, child? Her voice was barely audible, even to Talas ears.Tala hesitated. Am I? She felt recovered, but that wasnt what the Mage had been asking about. II havent felt that helpless in a long time.The older woman nodded. I can understand that. He is apotent creature.Terry gave a happy chirp in return but didnt open his eyes.With that topic broached and dealt with, if barely, Mistress Odera gestured back to the bustling chuckwagon. They are ready for you.Tala didnt delay in the slightest as she stepped up and received a truly monstrous portion of food. There were two bowls that each looked to be meant for either serving or mixing large quantities of food.Amnin smiled but didnt try to engage Tala in conversation. Instead, she simply indicated that the smaller of the two bowls was for Terry.The avian perked up at that and gave a happy, trilling flute of gratitude.Each bowl was filled with fat, well fried sausages. Sliced bread, buttered and toasted, had been arranged around the edge of Talas bowl. Terrys had a fence of bacon.Grab a seat. Ill bring you some water and your bacon, dear.Tala smiled gratefully, moving over to the end of an unoccupied table. She set down the huge bowls and almost pulled out her reinforced chair, but then remembered that she didnt need it at the moment. Thats nice.She slid onto the bench, and fell to eating with abandon.Terry ate more slowly, but he still finished everything in his bowl with almost horrifying speed.Tala tried not to complain about the lack of coffee. Apparently, Mistress Odera had advised she avoid it, this morning, because of how much liquid shed lost the night before. Coffee wont dehydrate me She sighed. At least I can get some later today.Amnin had promised to save her a jug, but she wouldnt get it until after they started out for the day.Sacrifices must be made, I suppose.Breakfast done, she moved through her morning routine. Because her weight was now variable, she held off on muscular exercise until everything else was complete.Now that she could alter effective gravity at will, if slowly, she had a task to accomplish right before her physical training.She concentrated, bringing her left middle finger to her thumb, and focusing on herself, acting within the protective shell of her iron-salve. Over the course of a minute and a half, she increased her weight as much as she felt she could stand. Tala had been careful, near the end, as she hadnt wanted to overshoot and kill herself.She didnt have an exact number, but her feet were easily sinking into the frozen ground, despite the increase to her footing.Around six times? It didnt matter that much. She could see the alteration with her new gravity sight, so she could track her progress in the future.Alright. Time for physical conditioning.
