Chapter 115: Needed Support
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Chapter 115: Needed Support
Tala sat in the inscribing chair for what felt like hours, Terry asleep in her lap. Thankfully, with Hollys needles, and the pane of inscribed glass to allow Hawthorne to see where he was working in detail, she didnt need to even roll up her sleeve.
The fact that most of your inscriptions are intact makes this so much easier. Hawthorne leaned back, stretching his back.
What do you mean?
Well, with all the inscriptions already there, my scripts here, he tapped the piece of clear material, have something to lock onto easily, without having to worry about the exact positioning of your arm. It aligns the scripts that are present, then tells me where the missing ones should go. Im basically just tracing. He looked at the inscribed needle in his hand. Tracing with really expensive colored pencils.
Tala snorted a laugh. Glad its that easy.
Easier, I would say. Its hard coloring within the lines.
Tala gave him a side-eyed look. You dont inspire confidence.
Good luck going anywhere else to get this fixed. He gave her a mischievous smile. Were just lucky this was a part of what Holly dubbed me capable of working on.
Tala shook her head. Isnt that a bit insulting?
He shrugged. Before responding, he reinserted the needle, injecting another fleck of metal into the proper place.
She grimaced at the additional swelling pressure.
I think it is more an acknowledgement of my skills by a master, than anything else.
Tala looked him over again, seeing a new side of the man. He wasnt an Archon, at least not that she could tell. He was a Material Guide, and he used his magic almost entirely to improve his ability with inscriptions. Even as she watched, a flicker of power went through a spell-form in his hand, and she felt the newly added gold shift by less than the width of a hair. No, he didnt move it, he rotated it, reoriented it for better conduction of power.
Shed never considered the orientation of the metal as important, but he manipulated almost every injection he made.
Is it like a magnet? She could just ask. Why do you reorient the metal?
Hmm? Oh, the metal in the injection medium isnt perfectly uniform, despite what wed prefer. So, by orienting and concentrating the precious metal on the long axis, along the channels we want the power to flow down, we improve efficiency and reduce the total number of injections required. It isnt a lot, but over the course of a spell-form or an entire set of inscriptions? He smiled. Its better.
But you used your own power, your own inscriptions, to enact the change.
Thats right.
So doesnt that take more power and metal than the efficiency gives?
He chuckled at that. Yes and no. In the beginning, it definitely did, but my efficiency has increased to the point that its a net gain. Even before that, though, it was worth it.
Why?
He gave her a long look before shaking his head, smiling, and turning back to his work. He continued to inject and reorient as necessary. You fight for civilization. A drop in your power, in your efficiency, in your effectiveness, could mean the death of others, the failure of a caravan. That means needed supplies dont make it to their destination. Letters are lost between loved ones, and so much more. I cant allow that. He shook his head again. Not if I can help it.
Tala just nodded.
After a moment, he cracked a smile. Also, in your case, there is a danger of interference or cross contamination with your surrounding inscriptions. Any misplaced metal could be disastrous.
They fell into silence, then. With nothing to distract her, Tala gritted her teeth against the unpleasant sensations, and kept her regenerative scripts from activating. She needed to wait until he was finished.
It took hours more, and Tala gained a renewed appreciation for Hollys strange device. I hope it spreads soon. I cant imagine how much it will help humanity. What if theyd had one in the caravan? Could Tala have gotten her inscriptions refreshed as soon as they were lost?
Those two juggernauts would have been squished for sure. She frowned at the thought. Why were they after me so intently? She didnt have any doubts, now. They had been after her.
The juggernaut had left the caravan behind to pursue her, even if just briefly.
At the time, the chuckwagon had been all but undefended, but the Leshkin had chosen to pursue her. She allowed her mind to think through the various possibilities as the night wore on.
Terry continued to sleep in her lap.
There we go. Hawthorne set aside another spent needle. Thats the last of it. He swept his viewing item across her arm, and up to her shoulder, once more. I just need to correct the connection, here. When you lost your arm, the blow seems to have moved some of the dormant gold out of position. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and a series of spell-forms lit up across that arm.
The sensation was akin to a mass of worms wriggling in her palm, but inside her shoulder. Tala winced and felt like vomiting at the wrongness of the feeling but held herself still. Im not meant to have something wriggling around inside my muscles
Are you alright? That can be disconcerting to some.
It wasnt great How does it look?
Were done. Your inscriptions are refreshed.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
Tala relaxed, allowing her regenerative scripts to fully activate. Her flesh tightened around the new metal, seamlessly integrating it into her spell-forms. She let out a relieved breath. There.
I wont ask you about your other work. Itsits detailed beyond anything Ive ever seen before. Ill bet Hollys close to an announcement. He didnt ask, though it was clear he wanted to.
Tala gave an awkward smile. Something like that.
Theres a schema in here for connecting your other hand to the same spell-workings. Theres even space to add another set of rings on your other hand. We could schedule another appointment to do that?
Tala almost said yes immediately, but then, she hesitated. I am trying to remove my dependance on those. I need to be practicing, using, and digging deeper into my active manipulation, not leaning on a well-loved crutch. Thank you, but I think Ill hold off.
As you wish. We should settle up now, then.
Oh! Wait, one more thing. Tala reached into Kit and pulled out her naked arm. As a Material Manipulator, could you get the gold out of this? It didnt seem to have begun decaying, yet, but it was stillicky to hold.
Hawthorne gave her a longsuffering look. Is that your arm?
She rotated it, so that he could see the gold rings on the back of the hand. It is.
He stood, seeming to take a deep breath to calm himself. After a moment, he went a grabbed some gloves and came back, taking the arm from her. It is deeply disturbing that you kept this, Mistress Tala.
Should I have left it for the beasts to eat?
Well, probably not He sighed, holding up his left hand. To her mage-sight, a series of inscriptions lit up with power across that arm and onto his chest. With a squelching sound, gold pulled itself out of the dead limb, exiting away from Hawthorne, before floating over to an empty dish on a side table.
Without a word, he went over and rinsed the gold, before drying it on a cloth and dumping it into a small pouch. He returned and held out the pouch. Here. Mage gold is often prized by the Constructionist guild, and while not difficult to get, few like providing it.
Thank you. What do I owe you for helping retrieve it?
He waved his hand. It took little effort or power. We can call it an addition on the other services. He glanced to her arm, which sat on the side table. Im going to have that burned.
Tala decided it wasnt worth arguing, especially since she really didnt have a better idea. She nodded, taking a breath and bracing herself. How much for the inscribing work?
Hawthorne quirked a smile. Ten ounces. I wish I could offer it for cheaper, but the needles are expensive, and I had to use quite a bit of power manipulating the gold to be in the right position, given your inscription complexity.
Ten ounces goldthat means that this will get him twenty, total, and hes acting like its as low as he can go. How much, exactly, was Holly undercharging me? I can do that. Thank you for fitting me in immediately.
He waved that off. I couldnt let you be hampered. He pulled out a slate, did a few things on its surface, and then handed it to her. Put your token, there, and confirm the transaction, if you would.
She stood slowly; eyes locked on the doorway. Terry lay motionless in the corner.
Doesnt he sense the danger? She had a horrifying thought, then. Is he dead?
She stared at him, her gaze unmoving despite her half-awake mind screaming at her to watch the door. Finally, she saw his chest move with an inhaled breath. Good, not dead.
Her eyes returned to the door as she drew Flow, leaving it in the form of a knife. A knife is a better weapon for close quarters than a sword.
The knock came again, a little louder this time, booming in the otherwise silent cargo-slot.
Tala grabbed the doorhandle to fling it open. Instead of throwing the door wide, her quick pull jerked her forward, slamming her face and chest against the locked door. Flow stabbed easily into the wall, where it stuck.
Ow
Mistress Tala?
She recognized that voice. Mistress Odera?
Yes, dear. Are you alright?
Tala shook her head, pulling the key from Kit, unlocking the stubborn door and pulling it open.
I brought you breakfast and thought that we could take a bit to talk.
Tala looked to the womans hands but saw nothing. Do you have a storage item?
Well, yes, but the food isnt in there. Come on.
Tala rubbed her eyes and glanced towards Terry.
We arent going far. Hell be fine. Mistress Odera smiled. Im not even sure the city defenses would register his presence regardless, while hes in here.
Tala nodded and followed Mistress Odera out to the common area of the cargo-slots interior. On one of the tables, a massive spread of food was laid out, along with what appeared to be several earthen carafes of some kind. Coffee?
She almost sat in the closest chair, before remembering her increased weight. Its nice that it hasnt been causing me issues in moving. Im getting more used to variable gravity.
She brought her left middle finger to her thumb and focused on herself, returning her effective gravity to standard.
It didnt take too long, but it was long enough for Mistress Odera to move around and take the chair opposite.
The older woman began building herself a breakfast sandwich, pulling from the various platters of food with the implements shed already set out.
This is a feast, Mistress Odera.
For most people: yes, it would be. For you? In your state? Its needed support for proper functioning as a Mage protector. Her eyes were twinkling.
Tala grinned back at her. I like the sound of that.
Mistress Odera nodded. I believe I saw that youve recharged the cargo-slots, already?
That is correct.
Good, then we can eat now. She smiled. I cant authorize this for every meal, but it seems reasonable to me to fund some calories after particularly demanding ventures.
Tala lowered herself into the seat, her effective gravity back to normal, some of her joy leaving. It wasa bit demanding. The faces of the guards who had died flashed through her mind. Sometimes her near perfect memory was a curse.
She hadnt known them. She hadnt learned their names, and she couldnt convince herself that she cared about them as individuals.
In truth, she didnt. That said, they had died fighting alongside her, in spirit even if not physically, and that did matter. Maybe, I can care about their character, their actions?
Whats wrong?
Hmm?
You arent eating. Whats wrong?
Tala sat up a bit straighter and began taking food for herself. II dont feel anything for the guards that died. She frowned, and Mistress Odera cocked an eyebrow. No no, thats not right. I am grateful for their sacrifice. I hate that they died, and I think well of them for their actions in defense of the caravan, but I cant bring myself to care about them as individuals.
Mistress Odera gave a slow nod. Youre dissociating from their deaths. You dont want to view them as husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, sons, or daughters. Yet, you still see their sacrifice for what it is.
Tala shrugged, eating without really focusing on what she was consuming.
It is so easy to hear: Thirty people died in this accident or attack. It sounds tragic, and you wish it hadnt happened, but rarely do we consider the ripples such deaths will cause. Its uncomfortable to consider, and hard to deal with emotionally.
Tala nodded, continuing to eat, mechanically.
Mistress Odera gave a sad smile. You dont want to have to sit with the fact that Sergeant Fawn had a two-year-old daughter, who he will never hold again.
Tala set her food aside, looking down at her hands.
We dont like considering that guardswoman Hida was newly married, and shed decided that this would be her last round trip before settling down to have a family.
Talas vision began to swim with unshed tears.
Those are just two of the fallen. Each death is a tragedy of unmitigated horror for those who cared for and loved them. To us? Its unfortunate but doesnt occupy more than a cursory place in our minds. It cant.
Tala lifted her head with a frown. What does that mean?
Mistress Tala, across humanity, between five hundred and a thousand die each day. Now, a bit more than that number are born as well, their lives laid out before them. Do you know how many of those deaths are due to old age or similar causes?
I imagine very few.
Youd be right. Mistress Odera had a sad smile. We live in a violent world, Mistress Tala. Death is all around us, constantly. Yes, every death is a tragedy, but it cant be our tragedy. That sounds heartless, because it is. Death should never cease to affect us, but it should also never break us.
Tala huffed a derisive laugh, wiping her face. You make it sound so easy.
Mistress Odera shrugged. It isnt. We have a lot to talk about, and this is just the beginning. It is alright to not be okay. She smiled. You need to process through the losses. The loss of the guards under our protection, the loss of your arm, these are not small things. After a moment, she poured a mug of coffee, then handed it to Tala. Here: Drink, eat, lets talk.
The next couple of hours passed slowly. Mistress Odera often seemed to be contradicting herself as she drew Tala through her emotions and thoughts on how the trip had gone and the results thereof.
In the end, Tala decided that Mistress Odera was perfectly willing to spout utter nonsense, if it allowed Tala to properly think through a given issue.
Im glad she brought foodthis is exhausting.
The morning passed, and they made some progress, but as with most things, it was but a small step forward.
One step at a time.
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Chapter 115: Needed Support
Tala sat in the inscribing chair for what felt like hours, Terry asleep in her lap. Thankfully, with Hollys needles, and the pane of inscribed glass to allow Hawthorne to see where he was working in detail, she didnt need to even roll up her sleeve.
The fact that most of your inscriptions are intact makes this so much easier. Hawthorne leaned back, stretching his back.
What do you mean?
Well, with all the inscriptions already there, my scripts here, he tapped the piece of clear material, have something to lock onto easily, without having to worry about the exact positioning of your arm. It aligns the scripts that are present, then tells me where the missing ones should go. Im basically just tracing. He looked at the inscribed needle in his hand. Tracing with really expensive colored pencils.
Tala snorted a laugh. Glad its that easy.
Easier, I would say. Its hard coloring within the lines.
Tala gave him a side-eyed look. You dont inspire confidence.
Good luck going anywhere else to get this fixed. He gave her a mischievous smile. Were just lucky this was a part of what Holly dubbed me capable of working on.
Tala shook her head. Isnt that a bit insulting?
He shrugged. Before responding, he reinserted the needle, injecting another fleck of metal into the proper place.
She grimaced at the additional swelling pressure.
I think it is more an acknowledgement of my skills by a master, than anything else.
Tala looked him over again, seeing a new side of the man. He wasnt an Archon, at least not that she could tell. He was a Material Guide, and he used his magic almost entirely to improve his ability with inscriptions. Even as she watched, a flicker of power went through a spell-form in his hand, and she felt the newly added gold shift by less than the width of a hair. No, he didnt move it, he rotated it, reoriented it for better conduction of power.
Shed never considered the orientation of the metal as important, but he manipulated almost every injection he made.
Is it like a magnet? She could just ask. Why do you reorient the metal?
Hmm? Oh, the metal in the injection medium isnt perfectly uniform, despite what wed prefer. So, by orienting and concentrating the precious metal on the long axis, along the channels we want the power to flow down, we improve efficiency and reduce the total number of injections required. It isnt a lot, but over the course of a spell-form or an entire set of inscriptions? He smiled. Its better.
But you used your own power, your own inscriptions, to enact the change.
Thats right.
So doesnt that take more power and metal than the efficiency gives?
He chuckled at that. Yes and no. In the beginning, it definitely did, but my efficiency has increased to the point that its a net gain. Even before that, though, it was worth it.
Why?
He gave her a long look before shaking his head, smiling, and turning back to his work. He continued to inject and reorient as necessary. You fight for civilization. A drop in your power, in your efficiency, in your effectiveness, could mean the death of others, the failure of a caravan. That means needed supplies dont make it to their destination. Letters are lost between loved ones, and so much more. I cant allow that. He shook his head again. Not if I can help it.
Tala just nodded.
After a moment, he cracked a smile. Also, in your case, there is a danger of interference or cross contamination with your surrounding inscriptions. Any misplaced metal could be disastrous.
They fell into silence, then. With nothing to distract her, Tala gritted her teeth against the unpleasant sensations, and kept her regenerative scripts from activating. She needed to wait until he was finished.
It took hours more, and Tala gained a renewed appreciation for Hollys strange device. I hope it spreads soon. I cant imagine how much it will help humanity. What if theyd had one in the caravan? Could Tala have gotten her inscriptions refreshed as soon as they were lost?
Those two juggernauts would have been squished for sure. She frowned at the thought. Why were they after me so intently? She didnt have any doubts, now. They had been after her.
The juggernaut had left the caravan behind to pursue her, even if just briefly.
At the time, the chuckwagon had been all but undefended, but the Leshkin had chosen to pursue her. She allowed her mind to think through the various possibilities as the night wore on.
Terry continued to sleep in her lap.
There we go. Hawthorne set aside another spent needle. Thats the last of it. He swept his viewing item across her arm, and up to her shoulder, once more. I just need to correct the connection, here. When you lost your arm, the blow seems to have moved some of the dormant gold out of position. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and a series of spell-forms lit up across that arm.
The sensation was akin to a mass of worms wriggling in her palm, but inside her shoulder. Tala winced and felt like vomiting at the wrongness of the feeling but held herself still. Im not meant to have something wriggling around inside my muscles
Are you alright? That can be disconcerting to some.
It wasnt great How does it look?
Were done. Your inscriptions are refreshed.The debut release of this chapter happened at Ñøv€l-B1n.
Tala relaxed, allowing her regenerative scripts to fully activate. Her flesh tightened around the new metal, seamlessly integrating it into her spell-forms. She let out a relieved breath. There.
I wont ask you about your other work. Itsits detailed beyond anything Ive ever seen before. Ill bet Hollys close to an announcement. He didnt ask, though it was clear he wanted to.
Tala gave an awkward smile. Something like that.
Theres a schema in here for connecting your other hand to the same spell-workings. Theres even space to add another set of rings on your other hand. We could schedule another appointment to do that?
Tala almost said yes immediately, but then, she hesitated. I am trying to remove my dependance on those. I need to be practicing, using, and digging deeper into my active manipulation, not leaning on a well-loved crutch. Thank you, but I think Ill hold off.
As you wish. We should settle up now, then.
Oh! Wait, one more thing. Tala reached into Kit and pulled out her naked arm. As a Material Manipulator, could you get the gold out of this? It didnt seem to have begun decaying, yet, but it was stillicky to hold.
Hawthorne gave her a longsuffering look. Is that your arm?
She rotated it, so that he could see the gold rings on the back of the hand. It is.
He stood, seeming to take a deep breath to calm himself. After a moment, he went a grabbed some gloves and came back, taking the arm from her. It is deeply disturbing that you kept this, Mistress Tala.
Should I have left it for the beasts to eat?
Well, probably not He sighed, holding up his left hand. To her mage-sight, a series of inscriptions lit up with power across that arm and onto his chest. With a squelching sound, gold pulled itself out of the dead limb, exiting away from Hawthorne, before floating over to an empty dish on a side table.
Without a word, he went over and rinsed the gold, before drying it on a cloth and dumping it into a small pouch. He returned and held out the pouch. Here. Mage gold is often prized by the Constructionist guild, and while not difficult to get, few like providing it.
Thank you. What do I owe you for helping retrieve it?
He waved his hand. It took little effort or power. We can call it an addition on the other services. He glanced to her arm, which sat on the side table. Im going to have that burned.
Tala decided it wasnt worth arguing, especially since she really didnt have a better idea. She nodded, taking a breath and bracing herself. How much for the inscribing work?
Hawthorne quirked a smile. Ten ounces. I wish I could offer it for cheaper, but the needles are expensive, and I had to use quite a bit of power manipulating the gold to be in the right position, given your inscription complexity.
Ten ounces goldthat means that this will get him twenty, total, and hes acting like its as low as he can go. How much, exactly, was Holly undercharging me? I can do that. Thank you for fitting me in immediately.
He waved that off. I couldnt let you be hampered. He pulled out a slate, did a few things on its surface, and then handed it to her. Put your token, there, and confirm the transaction, if you would.
She stood slowly; eyes locked on the doorway. Terry lay motionless in the corner.
Doesnt he sense the danger? She had a horrifying thought, then. Is he dead?
She stared at him, her gaze unmoving despite her half-awake mind screaming at her to watch the door. Finally, she saw his chest move with an inhaled breath. Good, not dead.
Her eyes returned to the door as she drew Flow, leaving it in the form of a knife. A knife is a better weapon for close quarters than a sword.
The knock came again, a little louder this time, booming in the otherwise silent cargo-slot.
Tala grabbed the doorhandle to fling it open. Instead of throwing the door wide, her quick pull jerked her forward, slamming her face and chest against the locked door. Flow stabbed easily into the wall, where it stuck.
Ow
Mistress Tala?
She recognized that voice. Mistress Odera?
Yes, dear. Are you alright?
Tala shook her head, pulling the key from Kit, unlocking the stubborn door and pulling it open.
I brought you breakfast and thought that we could take a bit to talk.
Tala looked to the womans hands but saw nothing. Do you have a storage item?
Well, yes, but the food isnt in there. Come on.
Tala rubbed her eyes and glanced towards Terry.
We arent going far. Hell be fine. Mistress Odera smiled. Im not even sure the city defenses would register his presence regardless, while hes in here.
Tala nodded and followed Mistress Odera out to the common area of the cargo-slots interior. On one of the tables, a massive spread of food was laid out, along with what appeared to be several earthen carafes of some kind. Coffee?
She almost sat in the closest chair, before remembering her increased weight. Its nice that it hasnt been causing me issues in moving. Im getting more used to variable gravity.
She brought her left middle finger to her thumb and focused on herself, returning her effective gravity to standard.
It didnt take too long, but it was long enough for Mistress Odera to move around and take the chair opposite.
The older woman began building herself a breakfast sandwich, pulling from the various platters of food with the implements shed already set out.
This is a feast, Mistress Odera.
For most people: yes, it would be. For you? In your state? Its needed support for proper functioning as a Mage protector. Her eyes were twinkling.
Tala grinned back at her. I like the sound of that.
Mistress Odera nodded. I believe I saw that youve recharged the cargo-slots, already?
That is correct.
Good, then we can eat now. She smiled. I cant authorize this for every meal, but it seems reasonable to me to fund some calories after particularly demanding ventures.
Tala lowered herself into the seat, her effective gravity back to normal, some of her joy leaving. It wasa bit demanding. The faces of the guards who had died flashed through her mind. Sometimes her near perfect memory was a curse.
She hadnt known them. She hadnt learned their names, and she couldnt convince herself that she cared about them as individuals.
In truth, she didnt. That said, they had died fighting alongside her, in spirit even if not physically, and that did matter. Maybe, I can care about their character, their actions?
Whats wrong?
Hmm?
You arent eating. Whats wrong?
Tala sat up a bit straighter and began taking food for herself. II dont feel anything for the guards that died. She frowned, and Mistress Odera cocked an eyebrow. No no, thats not right. I am grateful for their sacrifice. I hate that they died, and I think well of them for their actions in defense of the caravan, but I cant bring myself to care about them as individuals.
Mistress Odera gave a slow nod. Youre dissociating from their deaths. You dont want to view them as husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, sons, or daughters. Yet, you still see their sacrifice for what it is.
Tala shrugged, eating without really focusing on what she was consuming.
It is so easy to hear: Thirty people died in this accident or attack. It sounds tragic, and you wish it hadnt happened, but rarely do we consider the ripples such deaths will cause. Its uncomfortable to consider, and hard to deal with emotionally.
Tala nodded, continuing to eat, mechanically.
Mistress Odera gave a sad smile. You dont want to have to sit with the fact that Sergeant Fawn had a two-year-old daughter, who he will never hold again.
Tala set her food aside, looking down at her hands.
We dont like considering that guardswoman Hida was newly married, and shed decided that this would be her last round trip before settling down to have a family.
Talas vision began to swim with unshed tears.
Those are just two of the fallen. Each death is a tragedy of unmitigated horror for those who cared for and loved them. To us? Its unfortunate but doesnt occupy more than a cursory place in our minds. It cant.
Tala lifted her head with a frown. What does that mean?
Mistress Tala, across humanity, between five hundred and a thousand die each day. Now, a bit more than that number are born as well, their lives laid out before them. Do you know how many of those deaths are due to old age or similar causes?
I imagine very few.
Youd be right. Mistress Odera had a sad smile. We live in a violent world, Mistress Tala. Death is all around us, constantly. Yes, every death is a tragedy, but it cant be our tragedy. That sounds heartless, because it is. Death should never cease to affect us, but it should also never break us.
Tala huffed a derisive laugh, wiping her face. You make it sound so easy.
Mistress Odera shrugged. It isnt. We have a lot to talk about, and this is just the beginning. It is alright to not be okay. She smiled. You need to process through the losses. The loss of the guards under our protection, the loss of your arm, these are not small things. After a moment, she poured a mug of coffee, then handed it to Tala. Here: Drink, eat, lets talk.
The next couple of hours passed slowly. Mistress Odera often seemed to be contradicting herself as she drew Tala through her emotions and thoughts on how the trip had gone and the results thereof.
In the end, Tala decided that Mistress Odera was perfectly willing to spout utter nonsense, if it allowed Tala to properly think through a given issue.
Im glad she brought foodthis is exhausting.
The morning passed, and they made some progress, but as with most things, it was but a small step forward.
One step at a time.
Chapter 115: Needed SupportTala sat in the inscribing chair for what felt like hours, Terry asleep in her lap. Thankfully, with Hollys needles, and the pane of inscribed glass to allow Hawthorne to see where he was working in detail, she didnt need to even roll up her sleeve.The fact that most of your inscriptions are intact makes this so much easier. Hawthorne leaned back, stretching his back.What do you mean?Well, with all the inscriptions already there, my scripts here, he tapped the piece of clear material, have something to lock onto easily, without having to worry about the exact positioning of your arm. It aligns the scripts that are present, then tells me where the missing ones should go. Im basically just tracing. He looked at the inscribed needle in his hand. Tracing with really expensive colored pencils.Tala snorted a laugh. Glad its that easy.Easier, I would say. Its hard coloring within the lines.Tala gave him a side-eyed look. You dont inspire confidence.Good luck going anywhere else to get this fixed. He gave her a mischievous smile. Were just lucky this was a part of what Holly dubbed me capable of working on.Tala shook her head. Isnt that a bit insulting?He shrugged. Before responding, he reinserted the needle, injecting another fleck of metal into the proper place.She grimaced at the additional swelling pressure.I think it is more an acknowledgement of my skills by a master, than anything else.Tala looked him over again, seeing a new side of the man. He wasnt an Archon, at least not that she could tell. He was a Material Guide, and he used his magic almost entirely to improve his ability with inscriptions. Even as she watched, a flicker of power went through a spell-form in his hand, and she felt the newly added gold shift by less than the width of a hair. No, he didnt move it, he rotated it, reoriented it for better conduction of power.Shed never considered the orientation of the metal as important, but he manipulated almost every injection he made.Is it like a magnet? She could just ask. Why do you reorient the metal?Hmm? Oh, the metal in the injection medium isnt perfectly uniform, despite what wed prefer. So, by orienting and concentrating the precious metal on the long axis, along the channels we want the power to flow down, we improve efficiency and reduce the total number of injections required. It isnt a lot, but over the course of a spell-form or an entire set of inscriptions? He smiled. Its better.But you used your own power, your own inscriptions, to enact the change.Thats right.So doesnt that take more power and metal than the efficiency gives?He chuckled at that. Yes and no. In the beginning, it definitely did, but my efficiency has increased to the point that its a net gain. Even before that, though, it was worth it.Why?He gave her a long look before shaking his head, smiling, and turning back to his work. He continued to inject and reorient as necessary. You fight for civilization. A drop in your power, in your efficiency, in your effectiveness, could mean the death of others, the failure of a caravan. That means needed supplies dont make it to their destination. Letters are lost between loved ones, and so much more. I cant allow that. He shook his head again. Not if I can help it.Tala just nodded.After a moment, he cracked a smile. Also, in your case, there is a danger of interference or cross contamination with your surrounding inscriptions. Any misplaced metal could be disastrous.They fell into silence, then. With nothing to distract her, Tala gritted her teeth against the unpleasant sensations, and kept her regenerative scripts from activating. She needed to wait until he was finished.It took hours more, and Tala gained a renewed appreciation for Hollys strange device. I hope it spreads soon. I cant imagine how much it will help humanity. What if theyd had one in the caravan? Could Tala have gotten her inscriptions refreshed as soon as they were lost?Those two juggernauts would have been squished for sure. She frowned at the thought. Why were they after me so intently? She didnt have any doubts, now. They had been after her.The juggernaut had left the caravan behind to pursue her, even if just briefly.At the time, the chuckwagon had been all but undefended, but the Leshkin had chosen to pursue her. She allowed her mind to think through the various possibilities as the night wore on.Terry continued to sleep in her lap.There we go. Hawthorne set aside another spent needle. Thats the last of it. He swept his viewing item across her arm, and up to her shoulder, once more. I just need to correct the connection, here. When you lost your arm, the blow seems to have moved some of the dormant gold out of position. He placed his hand on her shoulder, and a series of spell-forms lit up across that arm.The sensation was akin to a mass of worms wriggling in her palm, but inside her shoulder. Tala winced and felt like vomiting at the wrongness of the feeling but held herself still. Im not meant to have something wriggling around inside my musclesAre you alright? That can be disconcerting to some.It wasnt great How does it look?Were done. Your inscriptions are refreshed.The debut release of this chapter happened at Nvl-B1n.Tala relaxed, allowing her regenerative scripts to fully activate. Her flesh tightened around the new metal, seamlessly integrating it into her spell-forms. She let out a relieved breath. There.I wont ask you about your other work. Itsits detailed beyond anything Ive ever seen before. Ill bet Hollys close to an announcement. He didnt ask, though it was clear he wanted to.Tala gave an awkward smile. Something like that.Theres a schema in here for connecting your other hand to the same spell-workings. Theres even space to add another set of rings on your other hand. We could schedule another appointment to do that?Tala almost said yes immediately, but then, she hesitated. I am trying to remove my dependance on those. I need to be practicing, using, and digging deeper into my active manipulation, not leaning on a well-loved crutch. Thank you, but I think Ill hold off.As you wish. We should settle up now, then.Oh! Wait, one more thing. Tala reached into Kit and pulled out her naked arm. As a Material Manipulator, could you get the gold out of this? It didnt seem to have begun decaying, yet, but it was stillicky to hold.Hawthorne gave her a longsuffering look. Is that your arm?She rotated it, so that he could see the gold rings on the back of the hand. It is.He stood, seeming to take a deep breath to calm himself. After a moment, he went a grabbed some gloves and came back, taking the arm from her. It is deeply disturbing that you kept this, Mistress Tala.Should I have left it for the beasts to eat?Well, probably not He sighed, holding up his left hand. To her mage-sight, a series of inscriptions lit up with power across that arm and onto his chest. With a squelching sound, gold pulled itself out of the dead limb, exiting away from Hawthorne, before floating over to an empty dish on a side table.Without a word, he went over and rinsed the gold, before drying it on a cloth and dumping it into a small pouch. He returned and held out the pouch. Here. Mage gold is often prized by the Constructionist guild, and while not difficult to get, few like providing it.Thank you. What do I owe you for helping retrieve it?He waved his hand. It took little effort or power. We can call it an addition on the other services. He glanced to her arm, which sat on the side table. Im going to have that burned.Tala decided it wasnt worth arguing, especially since she really didnt have a better idea. She nodded, taking a breath and bracing herself. How much for the inscribing work?Hawthorne quirked a smile. Ten ounces. I wish I could offer it for cheaper, but the needles are expensive, and I had to use quite a bit of power manipulating the gold to be in the right position, given your inscription complexity.Ten ounces goldthat means that this will get him twenty, total, and hes acting like its as low as he can go. How much, exactly, was Holly undercharging me? I can do that. Thank you for fitting me in immediately.He waved that off. I couldnt let you be hampered. He pulled out a slate, did a few things on its surface, and then handed it to her. Put your token, there, and confirm the transaction, if you would.She stood slowly; eyes locked on the doorway. Terry lay motionless in the corner.Doesnt he sense the danger? She had a horrifying thought, then. Is he dead?She stared at him, her gaze unmoving despite her half-awake mind screaming at her to watch the door. Finally, she saw his chest move with an inhaled breath. Good, not dead.Her eyes returned to the door as she drew Flow, leaving it in the form of a knife. A knife is a better weapon for close quarters than a sword.The knock came again, a little louder this time, booming in the otherwise silent cargo-slot.Tala grabbed the doorhandle to fling it open. Instead of throwing the door wide, her quick pull jerked her forward, slamming her face and chest against the locked door. Flow stabbed easily into the wall, where it stuck.OwMistress Tala?She recognized that voice. Mistress Odera?Yes, dear. Are you alright?Tala shook her head, pulling the key from Kit, unlocking the stubborn door and pulling it open.I brought you breakfast and thought that we could take a bit to talk.Tala looked to the womans hands but saw nothing. Do you have a storage item?Well, yes, but the food isnt in there. Come on.Tala rubbed her eyes and glanced towards Terry.We arent going far. Hell be fine. Mistress Odera smiled. Im not even sure the city defenses would register his presence regardless, while hes in here.Tala nodded and followed Mistress Odera out to the common area of the cargo-slots interior. On one of the tables, a massive spread of food was laid out, along with what appeared to be several earthen carafes of some kind. Coffee?She almost sat in the closest chair, before remembering her increased weight. Its nice that it hasnt been causing me issues in moving. Im getting more used to variable gravity.She brought her left middle finger to her thumb and focused on herself, returning her effective gravity to standard.It didnt take too long, but it was long enough for Mistress Odera to move around and take the chair opposite.The older woman began building herself a breakfast sandwich, pulling from the various platters of food with the implements shed already set out.This is a feast, Mistress Odera.For most people: yes, it would be. For you? In your state? Its needed support for proper functioning as a Mage protector. Her eyes were twinkling.Tala grinned back at her. I like the sound of that.Mistress Odera nodded. I believe I saw that youve recharged the cargo-slots, already?That is correct.Good, then we can eat now. She smiled. I cant authorize this for every meal, but it seems reasonable to me to fund some calories after particularly demanding ventures.Tala lowered herself into the seat, her effective gravity back to normal, some of her joy leaving. It wasa bit demanding. The faces of the guards who had died flashed through her mind. Sometimes her near perfect memory was a curse.She hadnt known them. She hadnt learned their names, and she couldnt convince herself that she cared about them as individuals.In truth, she didnt. That said, they had died fighting alongside her, in spirit even if not physically, and that did matter. Maybe, I can care about their character, their actions?Whats wrong?Hmm?You arent eating. Whats wrong?Tala sat up a bit straighter and began taking food for herself. II dont feel anything for the guards that died. She frowned, and Mistress Odera cocked an eyebrow. No no, thats not right. I am grateful for their sacrifice. I hate that they died, and I think well of them for their actions in defense of the caravan, but I cant bring myself to care about them as individuals.Mistress Odera gave a slow nod. Youre dissociating from their deaths. You dont want to view them as husbands, wives, fathers, mothers, sons, or daughters. Yet, you still see their sacrifice for what it is.Tala shrugged, eating without really focusing on what she was consuming.It is so easy to hear: Thirty people died in this accident or attack. It sounds tragic, and you wish it hadnt happened, but rarely do we consider the ripples such deaths will cause. Its uncomfortable to consider, and hard to deal with emotionally.Tala nodded, continuing to eat, mechanically.Mistress Odera gave a sad smile. You dont want to have to sit with the fact that Sergeant Fawn had a two-year-old daughter, who he will never hold again.Tala set her food aside, looking down at her hands.We dont like considering that guardswoman Hida was newly married, and shed decided that this would be her last round trip before settling down to have a family.Talas vision began to swim with unshed tears.Those are just two of the fallen. Each death is a tragedy of unmitigated horror for those who cared for and loved them. To us? Its unfortunate but doesnt occupy more than a cursory place in our minds. It cant.Tala lifted her head with a frown. What does that mean?Mistress Tala, across humanity, between five hundred and a thousand die each day. Now, a bit more than that number are born as well, their lives laid out before them. Do you know how many of those deaths are due to old age or similar causes?I imagine very few.Youd be right. Mistress Odera had a sad smile. We live in a violent world, Mistress Tala. Death is all around us, constantly. Yes, every death is a tragedy, but it cant be our tragedy. That sounds heartless, because it is. Death should never cease to affect us, but it should also never break us.Tala huffed a derisive laugh, wiping her face. You make it sound so easy.Mistress Odera shrugged. It isnt. We have a lot to talk about, and this is just the beginning. It is alright to not be okay. She smiled. You need to process through the losses. The loss of the guards under our protection, the loss of your arm, these are not small things. After a moment, she poured a mug of coffee, then handed it to Tala. Here: Drink, eat, lets talk.The next couple of hours passed slowly. Mistress Odera often seemed to be contradicting herself as she drew Tala through her emotions and thoughts on how the trip had gone and the results thereof.In the end, Tala decided that Mistress Odera was perfectly willing to spout utter nonsense, if it allowed Tala to properly think through a given issue.Im glad she brought foodthis is exhausting.The morning passed, and they made some progress, but as with most things, it was but a small step forward.One step at a time.
