Chapter 285: I’m Listening
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Chapter 285: I’m Listening
Tala sat in her sanctum beneath the fake night sky. It was fascinating how the stars, clusters, and even nebula looked real, while being utterly alien to what she was used to on Zeme.
Shed asked about it once, and she was told that it could show a facsimile of Zemes sky, or something like this, depending on what she wanted. Apparently, it was a feature of Kit, not something that theyd added specifically.
Still showing me what I want to see. Eh, Kit?
The stars above almost seemed to twinkle.
There was, obviously, no light pollution, and no clouds. It was a sight that few would ever see.
And its fake.
-But its still beautiful.-
Tala was on a randomly chosen hill in the plains that ran around the outside of her sanctum. The grass and turf beneath her was soft and springy. Night time birds and insects could be heard throughout the space, lending a further element of realism to the false reality in which she sat.
The arcanes really knew their craft, and this sanctum stood testament to that.
Even so, the night wasnt perfect.
A small annoyance sat in the back of her mind.
There was a message sitting available in the Archive.
She knew what it said because Alat had immediately read it when they were granted access, but she wasnt ready to act on it.
She really did need to, though.
-Tala. You need to talk to someone. You asked Mistress Ingrit to find someone. She has. We cant just ignore it.-
I know Tala was absently working on her new scalemail vest.
She had to remove the white steel from her elk leathers for the scales, but that was easy enough. In fact, she was able to use the magics of the garment to make the metal come out in the exact shape she needed. So, now, instead of forming a shaped log of metal and separating scales from that, she was simply creating each scale on her sleeve, and then pulling it free, removing it from the elk leathers.
The process was magically expensive, but nowhere near prohibitively so.
Thus, the results were actually much better this time around. The main difference was a small hole at the base of each scale, which she caused her vest to grow through.
She would take off the vest when she was done, making it separate from her other garments, but it wasnt time for that, yet.
She would have formed the scales in place, but she had to separate them before she could amplify their gravity. If she didnt do so beforehand, the separation would be a sufficient change to their makeup to break the working.
The benefit of the tie was simple. The little bit of resistance would force a scale to orient properly as it pulled outward. Thus, they should now all strike edge-first, rather than the somewhat haphazard orientation that shed dealt with for her earliest version.
-Tala. He is a professional, specifically trained to help Archons process through traumatizing experiences. He has centuries of wisdom and practice.-
I know.
After a short pause, where Alat was clearly waiting for Tala to continue, the alternate interface sighed. -Most of his clients are those traumatized by merging, either choices taken, or those experienced before being avoided.-
He sounds great.
There was another pause. -So?-
Tala sighed. Fine Schedule something for tomorrow?
-He has a slot open first thing tomorrow morning. Would you like him to come here, or would you like to go to him?-
Him coming here would be nice. Should we ask Lyn?
-Shes never been too picky on company. Ill update a note for her, so when she sits down for her morning reading shell know whats going on.-
Thank you.
-Appointment scheduled You know; we could move Kit to the front door. It shouldnt be too difficult to have it only open for the right people or under the right circumstances. At other times, Kit could be dormant across the opening, and Lyns door would function normally.-
Thats Im not sure if its incredibly clever or really terrifying.
-Why not both?-
Sure, I suppose.
Shed already slept, and even after staying up late with Rane, Lyn, and Kannis to play the card game, morning was still quite a ways off.
There was another long pause while Tala continued creating and amplifying the gravity on the scales.
Alat was the one to break the internal silence this time. -You know, Ive never experienced voidsight directly-
Tala grinned. It was a topic that theyd wanted to experiment with, and it was a welcome distraction. Fine. We did want to test mirroring voidsight onto bloodstar perspectives, and passing a bloodstar perspective to you is the easiest way for you to directly experience it for yourself.
Tala could pass direct access to her own eyes perspective, but it left her utterly blind, and she hated the experience.
With regard to voidsight, Tala and Alat had been digging into exactly how and why it had come to be, and the answer was laughingly obvious after they took a bit of time to research.
When Flow was in a void-weapon form, it should kill her.
When theyd realized that, Tala had needed to take a long walk and eat a stack of donuts before she could return to the problem.
The truth was, she shouldnt be able to wield it at all; no human should. So, as a natural part of the merging, as the results selected specifically involved her ability to use the weapon, her body had been touched with void, immunized to it almost.
That had actually explained quite a few of Mistress Hollys test results, and the Inscriptionist hadnt been surprised in the least when theyd conveyed their discovery to her.
When Tala pushed Flow into a void-form, the weapon acted as a source of void-magics, and those flowed through the tendrils already in place within Tala, allowing her to wield the blade without inherent danger.
There was a lot more that happened, obviously, but the end result was that the void-magics collected around her eyes in her most strongly cemented natural magics, her magesight.
This combination is what granted her voidsight.
Thus, in order to mimic that sight, Tala had to mirror not only her perspective, but also her natural magics of magesight onto a bloodstar, and then further mirror void-magics from Flow or her elk leathers overtop the other aspects.
It was quite convoluted in totality, and shed been hesitant to try it because she knew that shed likely obsess over getting it right once she started.
Well, now is as good a time as any. She had just finished adding the latest scale to her armor.
With careful deliberateness, Tala mirrored the aspects overtop one another, onto a bloodstar.
Her eyes widened. Direct manipulation of the bits of reality. Did you see how it was done?
-Ha! Are you kidding me? Not even a little well, maybe a little.-
Well, well have to test and re-test. Theres lots to learn.
-not now, though. Go.-
Fine Tala opened the door even as it appeared before her.
She stepped out into Lyns hallway, hanging Kit from her belt as she walked out into the sitting room. She was about to take up a chair when a solid, simple knock sounded against the front door.
It was a double-rap and no more.
Well, that was good timing.
Tala moved to the entry way and opened the front door.
An older man waited on the other side. He was tall and slender, seeming built more like a deer than a lion, if that made sense.
He had short, curly hair that had all gone grey, and his face was an odd mix of stern and soft. He smiled warmly, his voice a bit higher pitched than she might have expected, Mistress Tala, I presume? Or is she within?
Um, thats me. Master Nadro, is it?
I am, indeed. It is my pleasure to meet you.
And for me to meet you.
Tala stood for a long moment, and Nadro simply waited, a patient smile comfortably held across his features.
She frowned. Isnt he going to say anything else?
-Invite him in, Tala.-
Oh! My apologies, wont you come in?
Thank you. He gave a shallow bow and followed her back inside. Should I take off my shoes?
Hmm? Tala glanced at his boots. Oh! No, thats fine.
She tossed Kit at the wall just beside the entrance, opposite the washroom.
Please, after you.
Nadro nodded and pushed open the door, stepping through and out into her dining room. More specifically, they came out beside the two cushy chairs, overlooking the plains and forests beyond. Oh, my. This is truly stunning, Mistress.
Tala followed him through. Thank you; I find it rather peaceful. Tea?
He didnt take his eyes from the view as he shook his head slightly. No, thank you. I have a jug of my favorite, if it comes to it. Im happy to share if you wish?
No, thank you. Do you mind if I make myself some?
I dont mind in the least. The man took another step forward to stand closer to the massive window.
Tala pulled out her tea making supplies, going through the motions shed refamiliarized herself with in the last week. Nadro did nothing to interrupt the comfortable silence as she worked.
Finally, when she poured herself a cup, his voice reached her. He hadnt turned around. You seem content to separate yourself from others. Has that always been the case?
She hesitated for just a moment before sitting in her favorite of the two chairs. What a way to start a conversation.
He turned toward her, even as he moved to sit in the other chair. His smile shifted slightly, but he simply left his question as it was.
Tala took a sip and shook her head. What do you even mean?
I could ask you what you think I mean, but that would start a whole cycle of unhelpful ridiculousness.
She chuckled in spite of herself.
To answer your question, though: I was honestly hoping you would tell me. I havent gathered any information on you. I try to let my clients tell me about themselves on their own. I am simply gauging based on what I have seen in the minutes since we met.
And that is? Tala was genuinely curious why hed come to that conclusion.
You live in here, even when there is plenty of space in the real world.
Why do you think I live in here? I could have just brought you in for a private chat.
You could have, of course, but I can see the magics about you, the telltale signs of time in a dimensional space. Youve spent more time outside of Zeme in the last days than within.
Tala tried to see his level of advancement once again but couldnt. His aura was utterly undetectable to her.
Your choice of tea-ware is cast iron. While such a choice could merely be a stunt for Fused or higherrarely truly dangerous at that level of advancementit is clearly familiar to you, and I would guess that youd had it well before becoming Fused. This implies incredible neglect in your education, apathy from your acquaintances, or a cognizant choice on your part.
She leaned back, taking another sip.
I see I have guessed correctly, but this time is not about me, nor about what I can guess about you.
Tala shook her head. Then why would you start our time together with such a question?
Nadros smile pulled up on one side. Because our time is valuable, and it is best if you recognize early that there is no point in deceit. You dont have to tell me anything you dont wish to, but falsehoods wont be borne.
She almost objected, but finally nodded. Alright.
He flicked his hands, and a large earthenware mug and jug appeared within them.
With careful deliberation, he poured himself some of the steaming liquid before the jug vanished, presumably back into his storage space.
Nadro didnt say anything else, turning his gaze back out of the window and letting the silence settle in.
Tala shrugged to herself, enjoying her own tea while looking upon the view as well, while the false sun rose.
She had refilled her cup three times before she finally broke the silence. I fear that I am nothing more than a tool, used at the whim of others, for their benefit.
Nadro turned slightly to regard her, his face showing hints of empathy, along with careful attention. Im listening.
And so Tala spoke, telling her story from the beginning. My mother died in childbirth
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Chapter 285: I’m Listening
Tala sat in her sanctum beneath the fake night sky. It was fascinating how the stars, clusters, and even nebula looked real, while being utterly alien to what she was used to on Zeme.
Shed asked about it once, and she was told that it could show a facsimile of Zemes sky, or something like this, depending on what she wanted. Apparently, it was a feature of Kit, not something that theyd added specifically.
Still showing me what I want to see. Eh, Kit?
The stars above almost seemed to twinkle.
There was, obviously, no light pollution, and no clouds. It was a sight that few would ever see.
And its fake.
-But its still beautiful.-
Tala was on a randomly chosen hill in the plains that ran around the outside of her sanctum. The grass and turf beneath her was soft and springy. Night time birds and insects could be heard throughout the space, lending a further element of realism to the false reality in which she sat.
The arcanes really knew their craft, and this sanctum stood testament to that.
Even so, the night wasnt perfect.
A small annoyance sat in the back of her mind.
There was a message sitting available in the Archive.
She knew what it said because Alat had immediately read it when they were granted access, but she wasnt ready to act on it.
She really did need to, though.
-Tala. You need to talk to someone. You asked Mistress Ingrit to find someone. She has. We cant just ignore it.-
I know Tala was absently working on her new scalemail vest.
She had to remove the white steel from her elk leathers for the scales, but that was easy enough. In fact, she was able to use the magics of the garment to make the metal come out in the exact shape she needed. So, now, instead of forming a shaped log of metal and separating scales from that, she was simply creating each scale on her sleeve, and then pulling it free, removing it from the elk leathers.
The process was magically expensive, but nowhere near prohibitively so.
Thus, the results were actually much better this time around. The main difference was a small hole at the base of each scale, which she caused her vest to grow through.
She would take off the vest when she was done, making it separate from her other garments, but it wasnt time for that, yet.
She would have formed the scales in place, but she had to separate them before she could amplify their gravity. If she didnt do so beforehand, the separation would be a sufficient change to their makeup to break the working.
The benefit of the tie was simple. The little bit of resistance would force a scale to orient properly as it pulled outward. Thus, they should now all strike edge-first, rather than the somewhat haphazard orientation that shed dealt with for her earliest version.
-Tala. He is a professional, specifically trained to help Archons process through traumatizing experiences. He has centuries of wisdom and practice.-
I know.
After a short pause, where Alat was clearly waiting for Tala to continue, the alternate interface sighed. -Most of his clients are those traumatized by merging, either choices taken, or those experienced before being avoided.-
He sounds great.
There was another pause. -So?-
Tala sighed. Fine Schedule something for tomorrow?
-He has a slot open first thing tomorrow morning. Would you like him to come here, or would you like to go to him?-
Him coming here would be nice. Should we ask Lyn?
-Shes never been too picky on company. Ill update a note for her, so when she sits down for her morning reading shell know whats going on.-
Thank you.
-Appointment scheduled You know; we could move Kit to the front door. It shouldnt be too difficult to have it only open for the right people or under the right circumstances. At other times, Kit could be dormant across the opening, and Lyns door would function normally.-
Thats Im not sure if its incredibly clever or really terrifying.
-Why not both?-
Sure, I suppose.
Shed already slept, and even after staying up late with Rane, Lyn, and Kannis to play the card game, morning was still quite a ways off.
There was another long pause while Tala continued creating and amplifying the gravity on the scales.
Alat was the one to break the internal silence this time. -You know, Ive never experienced voidsight directly-
Tala grinned. It was a topic that theyd wanted to experiment with, and it was a welcome distraction. Fine. We did want to test mirroring voidsight onto bloodstar perspectives, and passing a bloodstar perspective to you is the easiest way for you to directly experience it for yourself.
Tala could pass direct access to her own eyes perspective, but it left her utterly blind, and she hated the experience.
With regard to voidsight, Tala and Alat had been digging into exactly how and why it had come to be, and the answer was laughingly obvious after they took a bit of time to research.
When Flow was in a void-weapon form, it should kill her.
When theyd realized that, Tala had needed to take a long walk and eat a stack of donuts before she could return to the problem.
The truth was, she shouldnt be able to wield it at all; no human should. So, as a natural part of the merging, as the results selected specifically involved her ability to use the weapon, her body had been touched with void, immunized to it almost.
That had actually explained quite a few of Mistress Hollys test results, and the Inscriptionist hadnt been surprised in the least when theyd conveyed their discovery to her.
When Tala pushed Flow into a void-form, the weapon acted as a source of void-magics, and those flowed through the tendrils already in place within Tala, allowing her to wield the blade without inherent danger.
There was a lot more that happened, obviously, but the end result was that the void-magics collected around her eyes in her most strongly cemented natural magics, her magesight.
This combination is what granted her voidsight.
Thus, in order to mimic that sight, Tala had to mirror not only her perspective, but also her natural magics of magesight onto a bloodstar, and then further mirror void-magics from Flow or her elk leathers overtop the other aspects.
It was quite convoluted in totality, and shed been hesitant to try it because she knew that shed likely obsess over getting it right once she started.
Well, now is as good a time as any. She had just finished adding the latest scale to her armor.
With careful deliberateness, Tala mirrored the aspects overtop one another, onto a bloodstar.
Her eyes widened. Direct manipulation of the bits of reality. Did you see how it was done?
-Ha! Are you kidding me? Not even a little well, maybe a little.-
Well, well have to test and re-test. Theres lots to learn.
-not now, though. Go.-
Fine Tala opened the door even as it appeared before her.
She stepped out into Lyns hallway, hanging Kit from her belt as she walked out into the sitting room. She was about to take up a chair when a solid, simple knock sounded against the front door.
It was a double-rap and no more.
Well, that was good timing.
Tala moved to the entry way and opened the front door.
An older man waited on the other side. He was tall and slender, seeming built more like a deer than a lion, if that made sense.
He had short, curly hair that had all gone grey, and his face was an odd mix of stern and soft. He smiled warmly, his voice a bit higher pitched than she might have expected, Mistress Tala, I presume? Or is she within?
Um, thats me. Master Nadro, is it?
I am, indeed. It is my pleasure to meet you.
And for me to meet you.
Tala stood for a long moment, and Nadro simply waited, a patient smile comfortably held across his features.
She frowned. Isnt he going to say anything else?
-Invite him in, Tala.-
Oh! My apologies, wont you come in?
Thank you. He gave a shallow bow and followed her back inside. Should I take off my shoes?
Hmm? Tala glanced at his boots. Oh! No, thats fine.
She tossed Kit at the wall just beside the entrance, opposite the washroom.
Please, after you.
Nadro nodded and pushed open the door, stepping through and out into her dining room. More specifically, they came out beside the two cushy chairs, overlooking the plains and forests beyond. Oh, my. This is truly stunning, Mistress.
Tala followed him through. Thank you; I find it rather peaceful. Tea?
He didnt take his eyes from the view as he shook his head slightly. No, thank you. I have a jug of my favorite, if it comes to it. Im happy to share if you wish?
No, thank you. Do you mind if I make myself some?
I dont mind in the least. The man took another step forward to stand closer to the massive window.
Tala pulled out her tea making supplies, going through the motions shed refamiliarized herself with in the last week. Nadro did nothing to interrupt the comfortable silence as she worked.
Finally, when she poured herself a cup, his voice reached her. He hadnt turned around. You seem content to separate yourself from others. Has that always been the case?
She hesitated for just a moment before sitting in her favorite of the two chairs. What a way to start a conversation.
He turned toward her, even as he moved to sit in the other chair. His smile shifted slightly, but he simply left his question as it was.
Tala took a sip and shook her head. What do you even mean?
I could ask you what you think I mean, but that would start a whole cycle of unhelpful ridiculousness.
She chuckled in spite of herself.
To answer your question, though: I was honestly hoping you would tell me. I havent gathered any information on you. I try to let my clients tell me about themselves on their own. I am simply gauging based on what I have seen in the minutes since we met.
And that is? Tala was genuinely curious why hed come to that conclusion.
You live in here, even when there is plenty of space in the real world.
Why do you think I live in here? I could have just brought you in for a private chat.
You could have, of course, but I can see the magics about you, the telltale signs of time in a dimensional space. Youve spent more time outside of Zeme in the last days than within.
Tala tried to see his level of advancement once again but couldnt. His aura was utterly undetectable to her.
Your choice of tea-ware is cast iron. While such a choice could merely be a stunt for Fused or higherrarely truly dangerous at that level of advancementit is clearly familiar to you, and I would guess that youd had it well before becoming Fused. This implies incredible neglect in your education, apathy from your acquaintances, or a cognizant choice on your part.
She leaned back, taking another sip.
I see I have guessed correctly, but this time is not about me, nor about what I can guess about you.
Tala shook her head. Then why would you start our time together with such a question?
Nadros smile pulled up on one side. Because our time is valuable, and it is best if you recognize early that there is no point in deceit. You dont have to tell me anything you dont wish to, but falsehoods wont be borne.
She almost objected, but finally nodded. Alright.
He flicked his hands, and a large earthenware mug and jug appeared within them.
With careful deliberation, he poured himself some of the steaming liquid before the jug vanished, presumably back into his storage space.
Nadro didnt say anything else, turning his gaze back out of the window and letting the silence settle in.
Tala shrugged to herself, enjoying her own tea while looking upon the view as well, while the false sun rose.
She had refilled her cup three times before she finally broke the silence. I fear that I am nothing more than a tool, used at the whim of others, for their benefit.
Nadro turned slightly to regard her, his face showing hints of empathy, along with careful attention. Im listening.
And so Tala spoke, telling her story from the beginning. My mother died in childbirth
Chapter 285: I'm ListeningTala sat in her sanctum beneath the fake night sky. It was fascinating how the stars, clusters, and even nebula looked real, while being utterly alien to what she was used to on Zeme.Shed asked about it once, and she was told that it could show a facsimile of Zemes sky, or something like this, depending on what she wanted. Apparently, it was a feature of Kit, not something that theyd added specifically.Still showing me what I want to see. Eh, Kit?The stars above almost seemed to twinkle.There was, obviously, no light pollution, and no clouds. It was a sight that few would ever see.And its fake.-But its still beautiful.-Tala was on a randomly chosen hill in the plains that ran around the outside of her sanctum. The grass and turf beneath her was soft and springy. Night time birds and insects could be heard throughout the space, lending a further element of realism to the false reality in which she sat.The arcanes really knew their craft, and this sanctum stood testament to that.Even so, the night wasnt perfect.A small annoyance sat in the back of her mind.There was a message sitting available in the Archive.She knew what it said because Alat had immediately read it when they were granted access, but she wasnt ready to act on it.She really did need to, though.-Tala. You need to talk to someone. You asked Mistress Ingrit to find someone. She has. We cant just ignore it.-I know Tala was absently working on her new scalemail vest.She had to remove the white steel from her elk leathers for the scales, but that was easy enough. In fact, she was able to use the magics of the garment to make the metal come out in the exact shape she needed. So, now, instead of forming a shaped log of metal and separating scales from that, she was simply creating each scale on her sleeve, and then pulling it free, removing it from the elk leathers.The process was magically expensive, but nowhere near prohibitively so.Thus, the results were actually much better this time around. The main difference was a small hole at the base of each scale, which she caused her vest to grow through.She would take off the vest when she was done, making it separate from her other garments, but it wasnt time for that, yet.She would have formed the scales in place, but she had to separate them before she could amplify their gravity. If she didnt do so beforehand, the separation would be a sufficient change to their makeup to break the working.The benefit of the tie was simple. The little bit of resistance would force a scale to orient properly as it pulled outward. Thus, they should now all strike edge-first, rather than the somewhat haphazard orientation that shed dealt with for her earliest version.-Tala. He is a professional, specifically trained to help Archons process through traumatizing experiences. He has centuries of wisdom and practice.-I know.After a short pause, where Alat was clearly waiting for Tala to continue, the alternate interface sighed. -Most of his clients are those traumatized by merging, either choices taken, or those experienced before being avoided.-He sounds great.There was another pause. -So?-Tala sighed. Fine Schedule something for tomorrow?-He has a slot open first thing tomorrow morning. Would you like him to come here, or would you like to go to him?-Him coming here would be nice. Should we ask Lyn?-Shes never been too picky on company. Ill update a note for her, so when she sits down for her morning reading shell know whats going on.-Thank you.-Appointment scheduled You know; we could move Kit to the front door. It shouldnt be too difficult to have it only open for the right people or under the right circumstances. At other times, Kit could be dormant across the opening, and Lyns door would function normally.-Thats Im not sure if its incredibly clever or really terrifying.-Why not both?-Sure, I suppose.Shed already slept, and even after staying up late with Rane, Lyn, and Kannis to play the card game, morning was still quite a ways off.There was another long pause while Tala continued creating and amplifying the gravity on the scales.Alat was the one to break the internal silence this time. -You know, Ive never experienced voidsight directly-Tala grinned. It was a topic that theyd wanted to experiment with, and it was a welcome distraction. Fine. We did want to test mirroring voidsight onto bloodstar perspectives, and passing a bloodstar perspective to you is the easiest way for you to directly experience it for yourself.Tala could pass direct access to her own eyes perspective, but it left her utterly blind, and she hated the experience.With regard to voidsight, Tala and Alat had been digging into exactly how and why it had come to be, and the answer was laughingly obvious after they took a bit of time to research.When Flow was in a void-weapon form, it should kill her.When theyd realized that, Tala had needed to take a long walk and eat a stack of donuts before she could return to the problem.The truth was, she shouldnt be able to wield it at all; no human should. So, as a natural part of the merging, as the results selected specifically involved her ability to use the weapon, her body had been touched with void, immunized to it almost.That had actually explained quite a few of Mistress Hollys test results, and the Inscriptionist hadnt been surprised in the least when theyd conveyed their discovery to her.When Tala pushed Flow into a void-form, the weapon acted as a source of void-magics, and those flowed through the tendrils already in place within Tala, allowing her to wield the blade without inherent danger.There was a lot more that happened, obviously, but the end result was that the void-magics collected around her eyes in her most strongly cemented natural magics, her magesight.This combination is what granted her voidsight.Thus, in order to mimic that sight, Tala had to mirror not only her perspective, but also her natural magics of magesight onto a bloodstar, and then further mirror void-magics from Flow or her elk leathers overtop the other aspects.It was quite convoluted in totality, and shed been hesitant to try it because she knew that shed likely obsess over getting it right once she started.Well, now is as good a time as any. She had just finished adding the latest scale to her armor.With careful deliberateness, Tala mirrored the aspects overtop one another, onto a bloodstar.Her eyes widened. Direct manipulation of the bits of reality. Did you see how it was done?-Ha! Are you kidding me? Not even a little well, maybe a little.-Well, well have to test and re-test. Theres lots to learn.-not now, though. Go.-Fine Tala opened the door even as it appeared before her.She stepped out into Lyns hallway, hanging Kit from her belt as she walked out into the sitting room. She was about to take up a chair when a solid, simple knock sounded against the front door.It was a double-rap and no more.Well, that was good timing.Tala moved to the entry way and opened the front door.An older man waited on the other side. He was tall and slender, seeming built more like a deer than a lion, if that made sense.He had short, curly hair that had all gone grey, and his face was an odd mix of stern and soft. He smiled warmly, his voice a bit higher pitched than she might have expected, Mistress Tala, I presume? Or is she within?Um, thats me. Master Nadro, is it?I am, indeed. It is my pleasure to meet you.And for me to meet you.Tala stood for a long moment, and Nadro simply waited, a patient smile comfortably held across his features.She frowned. Isnt he going to say anything else?-Invite him in, Tala.-Oh! My apologies, wont you come in?Thank you. He gave a shallow bow and followed her back inside. Should I take off my shoes?Hmm? Tala glanced at his boots. Oh! No, thats fine.She tossed Kit at the wall just beside the entrance, opposite the washroom.Please, after you.Nadro nodded and pushed open the door, stepping through and out into her dining room. More specifically, they came out beside the two cushy chairs, overlooking the plains and forests beyond. Oh, my. This is truly stunning, Mistress.Tala followed him through. Thank you; I find it rather peaceful. Tea?He didnt take his eyes from the view as he shook his head slightly. No, thank you. I have a jug of my favorite, if it comes to it. Im happy to share if you wish?No, thank you. Do you mind if I make myself some?I dont mind in the least. The man took another step forward to stand closer to the massive window.Tala pulled out her tea making supplies, going through the motions shed refamiliarized herself with in the last week. Nadro did nothing to interrupt the comfortable silence as she worked.Finally, when she poured herself a cup, his voice reached her. He hadnt turned around. You seem content to separate yourself from others. Has that always been the case?She hesitated for just a moment before sitting in her favorite of the two chairs. What a way to start a conversation.He turned toward her, even as he moved to sit in the other chair. His smile shifted slightly, but he simply left his question as it was.Tala took a sip and shook her head. What do you even mean?I could ask you what you think I mean, but that would start a whole cycle of unhelpful ridiculousness.She chuckled in spite of herself.To answer your question, though: I was honestly hoping you would tell me. I havent gathered any information on you. I try to let my clients tell me about themselves on their own. I am simply gauging based on what I have seen in the minutes since we met.And that is? Tala was genuinely curious why hed come to that conclusion.You live in here, even when there is plenty of space in the real world.Why do you think I live in here? I could have just brought you in for a private chat.You could have, of course, but I can see the magics about you, the telltale signs of time in a dimensional space. Youve spent more time outside of Zeme in the last days than within.Tala tried to see his level of advancement once again but couldnt. His aura was utterly undetectable to her.Your choice of tea-ware is cast iron. While such a choice could merely be a stunt for Fused or higherrarely truly dangerous at that level of advancementit is clearly familiar to you, and I would guess that youd had it well before becoming Fused. This implies incredible neglect in your education, apathy from your acquaintances, or a cognizant choice on your part.She leaned back, taking another sip.I see I have guessed correctly, but this time is not about me, nor about what I can guess about you.Tala shook her head. Then why would you start our time together with such a question?Nadros smile pulled up on one side. Because our time is valuable, and it is best if you recognize early that there is no point in deceit. You dont have to tell me anything you dont wish to, but falsehoods wont be borne.She almost objected, but finally nodded. Alright.He flicked his hands, and a large earthenware mug and jug appeared within them.With careful deliberation, he poured himself some of the steaming liquid before the jug vanished, presumably back into his storage space.Nadro didnt say anything else, turning his gaze back out of the window and letting the silence settle in.Tala shrugged to herself, enjoying her own tea while looking upon the view as well, while the false sun rose.She had refilled her cup three times before she finally broke the silence. I fear that I am nothing more than a tool, used at the whim of others, for their benefit.Nadro turned slightly to regard her, his face showing hints of empathy, along with careful attention. Im listening.And so Tala spoke, telling her story from the beginning. My mother died in childbirth
