Chapter 4: A Simple Home
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Chapter 4: A Simple Home
Tala and Lyn walked together through the nighttime, city streets.
Regularly spaced lights made it easy to see, and the lit windows in the residences they passed assured Tala that it wasnt too late.
Im going to die, tomorrow night.
Shed been assured, many many times, that if she did die, it wouldnt stick, but that was hardly a comfort.
The dessert, compliments of Lyns own coin pouch, had been fantastic, but Tala hadnt been able to enjoy it, fully.
She didnt really take in the spectacular examples of a dozen types of architecture that they passed, as they wound through the meandering streets.
They circumnavigated construction zones where the owner, or the needs of the same, had changed, and a home was being altered or rebuilt entirely.
They passed parks and shuttered businesses, vacant for the evening.
To her distracted mind, it reminded her of home, her life with her parents, and the time before the Academy.
Her father had been an herbalist, or an alchemist, they were variations on the same idea. I suppose he still is.
Hed helped treat minor injuries, those either beneath the notice of magical healing, or those that would be too expensive to heal with magic, especially those that would pass with time, if some discomfort.
As a result, Tala had been raised around the manufacture of salves, teas, simple splints, and other varied treatments. It had been a happy childhood, and shed thought that such would be her life, her shop, when she grew up.
Shed been too young to recognize her fathers addictions.
Later, looking back on it, shed been able to piece together the sequence of events: A growing pain in his joints had led him to increasingly strong remedies. A desire to use his own methods had kept him from seeking magical assistance. The painkillers had moved into true opiates, and the cost of those had created a compulsive need for money, and thus gambling.
To his credit, her father had finally realized the disaster he was creating, put aside his pride, and gotten magical healing. Unfortunately, the physical and mental reconstructions required had been expensive. Hence the family debts.
The only way to pay off the debt had been to sell a promising student into the career of Mage, as such were always of value to humanity, and the Mages guild often paid simply to have a child choose that profession. It was also common practice for a familys debts to be moved to a promising up and coming member. Supposedly, it added motivation. It also protected the family if one member turned out to be a failure. Things seemed to sort themselves out from there.
And so, as the eldest, at the confused age of twelve, Tala had been given into the indenture of strangers, never to see her parents again.
Make no mistake, theyd sent letters, but shed never written back. Teleportation was expensive, so visits were out. Likely, theyd assumed she would choose to return to her home city when her training was complete.
She hadnt.
And now, nearly eight years later, Im going to die without ever seeing them again. She didnt know how she felt about that, but something in her rebelled at the thought, though she couldnt have said if it was at that of never seeing her family again or that of dying.
Lyn, again, pulled Tala out of her musings with a simple sentence. Were here.
Tala looked up to see a small home, across the street from a large park.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
It isnt much, but Ive a spare room you can use for the next few days. Lyn glanced her way. I wont charge you, not for just one night.
Tala snorted. I paid in pies.
Lyn laughed. I dont have enough house to warrant such a payment. Lets call it reciprocal kindness and leave it there.
Says the woman who threw me to the wolves.
Lyn used a brass key to unlock her front door, pushing it open. Your soul-deep rage will pass, and this will be nothing but a quirky story of how we first met.
Tala followed her inside, closing the solid wooden door behind her. If you write that on my tombstone, Ill haunt you.
Youre a bit dramatic, arent you? Lyn glanced over her shoulder before snapping her fingers, causing lights to flare around the entry hall. Shoes off. This isnt the wilds.
Tala cleared her throat and glanced down.
Lyn followed the gesture and paused, staring at Talas bare feet. OhNot sure how I missed that. She glanced up. You do take your magery seriously, dont you. Lyns own feet were clad in simple, if sturdy, slippers, which she casually removed and tucked to one side.
So do you have a basin and some water? If you keep shoes out of your house, I dont want to muck it up.
Lyn gestured to a door off to their right. Washrooms there. Ill be in the sitting room, when youre done. She gestured again, but this time to the arch directly opposite the main door.
Tala nodded her thanks and went into the washroom. It was simple but well cared for. Running water and citywide sewage systems werent new to Tala. No one lived outside of cities, so there really wasnt a possibility of being uncivilized.
She carefully washed the dust from her feet with cool water, cleaned her hands with the aid of a bar of scented, lye soap, and dried both feet and hands on a cloth hanging on the wall for the purpose.
Shed heard of running hot water, but that was a luxury that few had, and one that shed never experienced even at the Academy. Would have been nice, though. Apparently, someone had decided that hauling water and chopping wood built character. Im up to my eyeballs in character, if thats true.
Thankfully, the cool water and well-made soap were surprisingly refreshing, even on her still sensitive skin. And Ill be signing up for much more of that Though, the less frequent inscribing would mean that she wouldnt have to scrub off her outer skin so often. Or, I could find a different solution to magical defenses
Her defense was so effective, though, it made any thoughts of seeking other means seem almost laughable. Ill have to sort that out, before I depart. Iron dust, bees wax, and a few other odds and ends. Along with an herbalists tools to properly combine them
She walked out, into the sitting room, and hesitated. There were three comfortable looking reading chairs, a bookshelf, and a couple of rugs on the floor, but that was it. The walls were almost entirely bare, and Lyn was already reading in the central chair.
The place had a lived-in feel, but it didnt feel like a home.
Tala frowned.
The man, for his part, had stepped back, raising a forearm as if to block her incoming attack, even as he, too, gasped out a surprised sound. Wah!
He tripped over one of the chairs, but managed to turn the fall into a roll, coming back to his feet, both arms raised in a practiced guard.
They stared at each other for a long moment. Tala didnt lower her hand, though she felt rather embarrassed at the ineffectual gesture.
Take charge, Tala. Who are you? Why are you in Mistress Lyns house? The man was young, probably close to her own age, and wore clean, well-maintained clothes. They had a look about them, which made her think they might be a uniform, or meant to serve that purpose.
The man hesitated. Mistress Tala, right?
Yes? You havent answered my questions.
Mistress Lyn sent me. Please, dont light me on fire, or crush mysoul, or anything.
She hesitantly lowered her hand. Crush your soul?
He straightened, brushing himself off. Im no Mage. You people are crazy.
She quirked a smile. So, unnamed stranger. Why are you here?
He narrowed his eyes, but his gaze flicked towards her now relaxed hand. Im Ashin. Mistress Lyn thought you could use a guide for your shopping day.
And she sent you? Tala emphasized the last, to make her skepticism clear.
He straightened. She felt that we should get to know one another.
Oh?
Im to be one of the guards on your next trip.
Oh! Youre a caravan guard?
Yes, Mistress.
Tala waved a hand. None of that. Call me Tala.
Yes, Mistress Tala.
Youre being a bit stereotypical.
You could kill me with a gesture. Respect and courtesy are simple and reasonable safeguards on my life. Especially since most Mages desire supplication.
She grinned. I think Im going to like you, Ashin. She glanced down to his waist. Where are your weapons?
He shifted uncomfortably. I left them outside. Most Mages dont particularly like iron. Iron Reflects and all that.
Talas grin widened. I think youll find Im not like other Mages, in many ways.
He shrugged. Does that mean that I can be armed for our venture?
She hadnt actually decided to let him accompany her, but the more she considered it, the more sense it made. I suppose so, yes. Do you know this city well?
Yes, I grew up here.
That settles it. Having a local would be infinitely more efficient than simply wandering around on her own. Very well. Lets be off.
Ashin backed up, allowing her to pass by with a large amount of room to spare. They walked outside, him keeping a wary distance from her, even as he locked the door behind them. He strapped on a sword belt, which had been leaning against the outer wall, before picking up a round, iron-bound shield and slinging it across his back. His final piece was a padded, steel cap, which he fastened onto his head. Youre sure? All this iron doesnt put you off?
She chuckled. My magic doesnt have to act through objects, as if I were throwing fire or such, so it is no hindrance to me.
Ashin paled, swallowing visibly.
Tala cleared her throat and continued in a rush, trying to placate him. And I actually quite like the smell of iron and leather. You are fine. Really.
Ashin regained some of his coloring but didnt close the distance between them. Sowhere to?
I will need to pick up a few things, as I am sure you are aware. I think the first should be either a satchel, or a set of notebooks. Which would be closer? Her stomach rumbled slightly. And, we should probably grab some food. Are you hungry?
* * *
An hour later, Tala was checking off the last item from Lyns short list, which she had transposed into her own new notebook. She had both a small satchel, containing the bare necessities such as her notebooks and pencils as well as a few other items she thought wise to have within easy reach, and a rucksack for her other belongings.
She had commissioned four sets of clothes, and the tailor had premade clothing ready to hand, so he expected the alterations to her sizing would be done by mid-afternoon. Shed also picked up a small host of other odds and ends to make her trips better. I imagine Ill refine this set-up after my first few outings.
Ashin had refrained from commenting, though he had raised an eyebrow when shed bought a heavy magnet.
He had maintained a paranoid distance from her, preferring to keep her in sight at all times. Thus, theyd had the comical interactions of him telling her where to turn, while he stubbornly stayed at least a pace behind.
All their stops considered, her stomach was now quite empty and unhappy at that fact, so Tala had asked Ashin to direct them to food.
A full morning requires a full breakfast. And it was time to deliver.
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Chapter 4: A Simple Home
Tala and Lyn walked together through the nighttime, city streets.
Regularly spaced lights made it easy to see, and the lit windows in the residences they passed assured Tala that it wasnt too late.
Im going to die, tomorrow night.
Shed been assured, many many times, that if she did die, it wouldnt stick, but that was hardly a comfort.
The dessert, compliments of Lyns own coin pouch, had been fantastic, but Tala hadnt been able to enjoy it, fully.
She didnt really take in the spectacular examples of a dozen types of architecture that they passed, as they wound through the meandering streets.
They circumnavigated construction zones where the owner, or the needs of the same, had changed, and a home was being altered or rebuilt entirely.
They passed parks and shuttered businesses, vacant for the evening.
To her distracted mind, it reminded her of home, her life with her parents, and the time before the Academy.
Her father had been an herbalist, or an alchemist, they were variations on the same idea. I suppose he still is.
Hed helped treat minor injuries, those either beneath the notice of magical healing, or those that would be too expensive to heal with magic, especially those that would pass with time, if some discomfort.
As a result, Tala had been raised around the manufacture of salves, teas, simple splints, and other varied treatments. It had been a happy childhood, and shed thought that such would be her life, her shop, when she grew up.
Shed been too young to recognize her fathers addictions.
Later, looking back on it, shed been able to piece together the sequence of events: A growing pain in his joints had led him to increasingly strong remedies. A desire to use his own methods had kept him from seeking magical assistance. The painkillers had moved into true opiates, and the cost of those had created a compulsive need for money, and thus gambling.
To his credit, her father had finally realized the disaster he was creating, put aside his pride, and gotten magical healing. Unfortunately, the physical and mental reconstructions required had been expensive. Hence the family debts.
The only way to pay off the debt had been to sell a promising student into the career of Mage, as such were always of value to humanity, and the Mages guild often paid simply to have a child choose that profession. It was also common practice for a familys debts to be moved to a promising up and coming member. Supposedly, it added motivation. It also protected the family if one member turned out to be a failure. Things seemed to sort themselves out from there.
And so, as the eldest, at the confused age of twelve, Tala had been given into the indenture of strangers, never to see her parents again.
Make no mistake, theyd sent letters, but shed never written back. Teleportation was expensive, so visits were out. Likely, theyd assumed she would choose to return to her home city when her training was complete.
She hadnt.
And now, nearly eight years later, Im going to die without ever seeing them again. She didnt know how she felt about that, but something in her rebelled at the thought, though she couldnt have said if it was at that of never seeing her family again or that of dying.
Lyn, again, pulled Tala out of her musings with a simple sentence. Were here.
Tala looked up to see a small home, across the street from a large park.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Ñøv€l--B1n.
It isnt much, but Ive a spare room you can use for the next few days. Lyn glanced her way. I wont charge you, not for just one night.
Tala snorted. I paid in pies.
Lyn laughed. I dont have enough house to warrant such a payment. Lets call it reciprocal kindness and leave it there.
Says the woman who threw me to the wolves.
Lyn used a brass key to unlock her front door, pushing it open. Your soul-deep rage will pass, and this will be nothing but a quirky story of how we first met.
Tala followed her inside, closing the solid wooden door behind her. If you write that on my tombstone, Ill haunt you.
Youre a bit dramatic, arent you? Lyn glanced over her shoulder before snapping her fingers, causing lights to flare around the entry hall. Shoes off. This isnt the wilds.
Tala cleared her throat and glanced down.
Lyn followed the gesture and paused, staring at Talas bare feet. OhNot sure how I missed that. She glanced up. You do take your magery seriously, dont you. Lyns own feet were clad in simple, if sturdy, slippers, which she casually removed and tucked to one side.
So do you have a basin and some water? If you keep shoes out of your house, I dont want to muck it up.
Lyn gestured to a door off to their right. Washrooms there. Ill be in the sitting room, when youre done. She gestured again, but this time to the arch directly opposite the main door.
Tala nodded her thanks and went into the washroom. It was simple but well cared for. Running water and citywide sewage systems werent new to Tala. No one lived outside of cities, so there really wasnt a possibility of being uncivilized.
She carefully washed the dust from her feet with cool water, cleaned her hands with the aid of a bar of scented, lye soap, and dried both feet and hands on a cloth hanging on the wall for the purpose.
Shed heard of running hot water, but that was a luxury that few had, and one that shed never experienced even at the Academy. Would have been nice, though. Apparently, someone had decided that hauling water and chopping wood built character. Im up to my eyeballs in character, if thats true.
Thankfully, the cool water and well-made soap were surprisingly refreshing, even on her still sensitive skin. And Ill be signing up for much more of that Though, the less frequent inscribing would mean that she wouldnt have to scrub off her outer skin so often. Or, I could find a different solution to magical defenses
Her defense was so effective, though, it made any thoughts of seeking other means seem almost laughable. Ill have to sort that out, before I depart. Iron dust, bees wax, and a few other odds and ends. Along with an herbalists tools to properly combine them
She walked out, into the sitting room, and hesitated. There were three comfortable looking reading chairs, a bookshelf, and a couple of rugs on the floor, but that was it. The walls were almost entirely bare, and Lyn was already reading in the central chair.
The place had a lived-in feel, but it didnt feel like a home.
Tala frowned.
The man, for his part, had stepped back, raising a forearm as if to block her incoming attack, even as he, too, gasped out a surprised sound. Wah!
He tripped over one of the chairs, but managed to turn the fall into a roll, coming back to his feet, both arms raised in a practiced guard.
They stared at each other for a long moment. Tala didnt lower her hand, though she felt rather embarrassed at the ineffectual gesture.
Take charge, Tala. Who are you? Why are you in Mistress Lyns house? The man was young, probably close to her own age, and wore clean, well-maintained clothes. They had a look about them, which made her think they might be a uniform, or meant to serve that purpose.
The man hesitated. Mistress Tala, right?
Yes? You havent answered my questions.
Mistress Lyn sent me. Please, dont light me on fire, or crush mysoul, or anything.
She hesitantly lowered her hand. Crush your soul?
He straightened, brushing himself off. Im no Mage. You people are crazy.
She quirked a smile. So, unnamed stranger. Why are you here?
He narrowed his eyes, but his gaze flicked towards her now relaxed hand. Im Ashin. Mistress Lyn thought you could use a guide for your shopping day.
And she sent you? Tala emphasized the last, to make her skepticism clear.
He straightened. She felt that we should get to know one another.
Oh?
Im to be one of the guards on your next trip.
Oh! Youre a caravan guard?
Yes, Mistress.
Tala waved a hand. None of that. Call me Tala.
Yes, Mistress Tala.
Youre being a bit stereotypical.
You could kill me with a gesture. Respect and courtesy are simple and reasonable safeguards on my life. Especially since most Mages desire supplication.
She grinned. I think Im going to like you, Ashin. She glanced down to his waist. Where are your weapons?
He shifted uncomfortably. I left them outside. Most Mages dont particularly like iron. Iron Reflects and all that.
Talas grin widened. I think youll find Im not like other Mages, in many ways.
He shrugged. Does that mean that I can be armed for our venture?
She hadnt actually decided to let him accompany her, but the more she considered it, the more sense it made. I suppose so, yes. Do you know this city well?
Yes, I grew up here.
That settles it. Having a local would be infinitely more efficient than simply wandering around on her own. Very well. Lets be off.
Ashin backed up, allowing her to pass by with a large amount of room to spare. They walked outside, him keeping a wary distance from her, even as he locked the door behind them. He strapped on a sword belt, which had been leaning against the outer wall, before picking up a round, iron-bound shield and slinging it across his back. His final piece was a padded, steel cap, which he fastened onto his head. Youre sure? All this iron doesnt put you off?
She chuckled. My magic doesnt have to act through objects, as if I were throwing fire or such, so it is no hindrance to me.
Ashin paled, swallowing visibly.
Tala cleared her throat and continued in a rush, trying to placate him. And I actually quite like the smell of iron and leather. You are fine. Really.
Ashin regained some of his coloring but didnt close the distance between them. Sowhere to?
I will need to pick up a few things, as I am sure you are aware. I think the first should be either a satchel, or a set of notebooks. Which would be closer? Her stomach rumbled slightly. And, we should probably grab some food. Are you hungry?
* * *
An hour later, Tala was checking off the last item from Lyns short list, which she had transposed into her own new notebook. She had both a small satchel, containing the bare necessities such as her notebooks and pencils as well as a few other items she thought wise to have within easy reach, and a rucksack for her other belongings.
She had commissioned four sets of clothes, and the tailor had premade clothing ready to hand, so he expected the alterations to her sizing would be done by mid-afternoon. Shed also picked up a small host of other odds and ends to make her trips better. I imagine Ill refine this set-up after my first few outings.
Ashin had refrained from commenting, though he had raised an eyebrow when shed bought a heavy magnet.
He had maintained a paranoid distance from her, preferring to keep her in sight at all times. Thus, theyd had the comical interactions of him telling her where to turn, while he stubbornly stayed at least a pace behind.
All their stops considered, her stomach was now quite empty and unhappy at that fact, so Tala had asked Ashin to direct them to food.
A full morning requires a full breakfast. And it was time to deliver.
Chapter 4: A Simple HomeTala and Lyn walked together through the nighttime, city streets.Regularly spaced lights made it easy to see, and the lit windows in the residences they passed assured Tala that it wasnt too late.Im going to die, tomorrow night.Shed been assured, many many times, that if she did die, it wouldnt stick, but that was hardly a comfort.The dessert, compliments of Lyns own coin pouch, had been fantastic, but Tala hadnt been able to enjoy it, fully.She didnt really take in the spectacular examples of a dozen types of architecture that they passed, as they wound through the meandering streets.They circumnavigated construction zones where the owner, or the needs of the same, had changed, and a home was being altered or rebuilt entirely.They passed parks and shuttered businesses, vacant for the evening.To her distracted mind, it reminded her of home, her life with her parents, and the time before the Academy.Her father had been an herbalist, or an alchemist, they were variations on the same idea. I suppose he still is.Hed helped treat minor injuries, those either beneath the notice of magical healing, or those that would be too expensive to heal with magic, especially those that would pass with time, if some discomfort.As a result, Tala had been raised around the manufacture of salves, teas, simple splints, and other varied treatments. It had been a happy childhood, and shed thought that such would be her life, her shop, when she grew up.Shed been too young to recognize her fathers addictions.Later, looking back on it, shed been able to piece together the sequence of events: A growing pain in his joints had led him to increasingly strong remedies. A desire to use his own methods had kept him from seeking magical assistance. The painkillers had moved into true opiates, and the cost of those had created a compulsive need for money, and thus gambling.To his credit, her father had finally realized the disaster he was creating, put aside his pride, and gotten magical healing. Unfortunately, the physical and mental reconstructions required had been expensive. Hence the family debts.The only way to pay off the debt had been to sell a promising student into the career of Mage, as such were always of value to humanity, and the Mages guild often paid simply to have a child choose that profession. It was also common practice for a familys debts to be moved to a promising up and coming member. Supposedly, it added motivation. It also protected the family if one member turned out to be a failure. Things seemed to sort themselves out from there.And so, as the eldest, at the confused age of twelve, Tala had been given into the indenture of strangers, never to see her parents again.Make no mistake, theyd sent letters, but shed never written back. Teleportation was expensive, so visits were out. Likely, theyd assumed she would choose to return to her home city when her training was complete.She hadnt.And now, nearly eight years later, Im going to die without ever seeing them again. She didnt know how she felt about that, but something in her rebelled at the thought, though she couldnt have said if it was at that of never seeing her family again or that of dying.Lyn, again, pulled Tala out of her musings with a simple sentence. Were here.Tala looked up to see a small home, across the street from a large park.L1tLagoon witnessed the first publication of this chapter on Nvl--B1n.It isnt much, but Ive a spare room you can use for the next few days. Lyn glanced her way. I wont charge you, not for just one night.Tala snorted. I paid in pies.Lyn laughed. I dont have enough house to warrant such a payment. Lets call it reciprocal kindness and leave it there.Says the woman who threw me to the wolves.Lyn used a brass key to unlock her front door, pushing it open. Your soul-deep rage will pass, and this will be nothing but a quirky story of how we first met.Tala followed her inside, closing the solid wooden door behind her. If you write that on my tombstone, Ill haunt you.Youre a bit dramatic, arent you? Lyn glanced over her shoulder before snapping her fingers, causing lights to flare around the entry hall. Shoes off. This isnt the wilds.Tala cleared her throat and glanced down.Lyn followed the gesture and paused, staring at Talas bare feet. OhNot sure how I missed that. She glanced up. You do take your magery seriously, dont you. Lyns own feet were clad in simple, if sturdy, slippers, which she casually removed and tucked to one side.So do you have a basin and some water? If you keep shoes out of your house, I dont want to muck it up.Lyn gestured to a door off to their right. Washrooms there. Ill be in the sitting room, when youre done. She gestured again, but this time to the arch directly opposite the main door.Tala nodded her thanks and went into the washroom. It was simple but well cared for. Running water and citywide sewage systems werent new to Tala. No one lived outside of cities, so there really wasnt a possibility of being uncivilized.She carefully washed the dust from her feet with cool water, cleaned her hands with the aid of a bar of scented, lye soap, and dried both feet and hands on a cloth hanging on the wall for the purpose.Shed heard of running hot water, but that was a luxury that few had, and one that shed never experienced even at the Academy. Would have been nice, though. Apparently, someone had decided that hauling water and chopping wood built character. Im up to my eyeballs in character, if thats true.Thankfully, the cool water and well-made soap were surprisingly refreshing, even on her still sensitive skin. And Ill be signing up for much more of that Though, the less frequent inscribing would mean that she wouldnt have to scrub off her outer skin so often. Or, I could find a different solution to magical defensesHer defense was so effective, though, it made any thoughts of seeking other means seem almost laughable. Ill have to sort that out, before I depart. Iron dust, bees wax, and a few other odds and ends. Along with an herbalists tools to properly combine themShe walked out, into the sitting room, and hesitated. There were three comfortable looking reading chairs, a bookshelf, and a couple of rugs on the floor, but that was it. The walls were almost entirely bare, and Lyn was already reading in the central chair.The place had a lived-in feel, but it didnt feel like a home.Tala frowned.The man, for his part, had stepped back, raising a forearm as if to block her incoming attack, even as he, too, gasped out a surprised sound. Wah!He tripped over one of the chairs, but managed to turn the fall into a roll, coming back to his feet, both arms raised in a practiced guard.They stared at each other for a long moment. Tala didnt lower her hand, though she felt rather embarrassed at the ineffectual gesture.Take charge, Tala. Who are you? Why are you in Mistress Lyns house? The man was young, probably close to her own age, and wore clean, well-maintained clothes. They had a look about them, which made her think they might be a uniform, or meant to serve that purpose.The man hesitated. Mistress Tala, right?Yes? You havent answered my questions.Mistress Lyn sent me. Please, dont light me on fire, or crush mysoul, or anything.She hesitantly lowered her hand. Crush your soul?He straightened, brushing himself off. Im no Mage. You people are crazy.She quirked a smile. So, unnamed stranger. Why are you here?He narrowed his eyes, but his gaze flicked towards her now relaxed hand. Im Ashin. Mistress Lyn thought you could use a guide for your shopping day.And she sent you? Tala emphasized the last, to make her skepticism clear.He straightened. She felt that we should get to know one another.Oh?Im to be one of the guards on your next trip.Oh! Youre a caravan guard?Yes, Mistress.Tala waved a hand. None of that. Call me Tala.Yes, Mistress Tala.Youre being a bit stereotypical.You could kill me with a gesture. Respect and courtesy are simple and reasonable safeguards on my life. Especially since most Mages desire supplication.She grinned. I think Im going to like you, Ashin. She glanced down to his waist. Where are your weapons?He shifted uncomfortably. I left them outside. Most Mages dont particularly like iron. Iron Reflects and all that.Talas grin widened. I think youll find Im not like other Mages, in many ways.He shrugged. Does that mean that I can be armed for our venture?She hadnt actually decided to let him accompany her, but the more she considered it, the more sense it made. I suppose so, yes. Do you know this city well?Yes, I grew up here.That settles it. Having a local would be infinitely more efficient than simply wandering around on her own. Very well. Lets be off.Ashin backed up, allowing her to pass by with a large amount of room to spare. They walked outside, him keeping a wary distance from her, even as he locked the door behind them. He strapped on a sword belt, which had been leaning against the outer wall, before picking up a round, iron-bound shield and slinging it across his back. His final piece was a padded, steel cap, which he fastened onto his head. Youre sure? All this iron doesnt put you off?She chuckled. My magic doesnt have to act through objects, as if I were throwing fire or such, so it is no hindrance to me.Ashin paled, swallowing visibly.Tala cleared her throat and continued in a rush, trying to placate him. And I actually quite like the smell of iron and leather. You are fine. Really.Ashin regained some of his coloring but didnt close the distance between them. Sowhere to?I will need to pick up a few things, as I am sure you are aware. I think the first should be either a satchel, or a set of notebooks. Which would be closer? Her stomach rumbled slightly. And, we should probably grab some food. Are you hungry?* * *An hour later, Tala was checking off the last item from Lyns short list, which she had transposed into her own new notebook. She had both a small satchel, containing the bare necessities such as her notebooks and pencils as well as a few other items she thought wise to have within easy reach, and a rucksack for her other belongings.She had commissioned four sets of clothes, and the tailor had premade clothing ready to hand, so he expected the alterations to her sizing would be done by mid-afternoon. Shed also picked up a small host of other odds and ends to make her trips better. I imagine Ill refine this set-up after my first few outings.Ashin had refrained from commenting, though he had raised an eyebrow when shed bought a heavy magnet.He had maintained a paranoid distance from her, preferring to keep her in sight at all times. Thus, theyd had the comical interactions of him telling her where to turn, while he stubbornly stayed at least a pace behind.All their stops considered, her stomach was now quite empty and unhappy at that fact, so Tala had asked Ashin to direct them to food.A full morning requires a full breakfast. And it was time to deliver.
