Chapter 61: It Should Be Fun
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Chapter 61: It Should Be Fun
Tala was uncomfortably sweaty when she and Terry picked up their tray of food and bid a good morning to the cooks.
Back at the wagon, she again did her best to clean herself, but was quite unhappy with the result.
She groaned in irritation. Kit. Can you alter your interior so I can get clean easier?
The pouch did not respond.
In the hopes of a miracle, Tala secured the pouch and climbed down in.
As soon as she was in, she looked around hopefully.
The inside of the pouch was vastly changed, with almost all of Talas possessions crammed in barely organized shelving, right up around the entrance. The ladder went lower, into a circular empty space not quite wide enough for Tala to stretch her elbows fully out.
If anything, there was a smaller volume of space, but it was mostly vertical, keeping her belongings up high. To aid in the process to come, the small circular space around the ladder flared outward, below, and all her belongings were tucked back, just a bit, on their respective shelves.
Honestly, it seemed like it could have been the inside of a massive vase.
This will work, Kit. Thank you.
The feeling of warm contentment, ever present within the pouch, was the only response. Though, Tala did feel the deficit of magic caused by such a radical rearrangement, even as she reached the bottom and saw the hand-shaped different-colored patch of wall.
Ahh, youre hungry. She placed her hand on the offered location and refilled Kits reserves.
Then, without delaying, she stripped, tossing the clothes upwards. They didnt come back down, so it must have worked.
Then, standing naked at the bottom of a hole dug into nowhere, she found the water incorporator and a small box of powdered soap on little bump outs. You think of everything, Kit.
Kit did not respond.
She took a luxuriant shower only shortened by the deeply cold temperature of the water and the knowledge that breakfast lay above.
She brushed her hair dry and free of tangles before braiding it, and briefly verified her layer of iron salve was still intact and refreshing where it was lacking. She then dressed in the already clean travel clothes and climbed back out. She wasnt fully dry, but the magically incorporated water would fade soon enough.
When she reached topside once more, she returned the pouch to her belt and gave a generous dose of power to Kit. That done, she fed her outfit, which was markedly low on power. Likely drained from removing the grime, sweat, and dirt from itself and repairing the obliterated knee on the right leg, earlier this morning.
She shivered slightly even as the sun warmed her. Terry had finished his plate, and hers was suspiciously low on meat-stuff, though the predator had left her one sausage and one piece of bacon. She gave Terry a mock glare. Ill need more than this. The other food: fruit and a surprisingly tasty oat pancake, werent enough to fill her.
Sighing, she ate what had been left for her, then climbed down, bearing the tray and Terry, and walked back towards the chuckwagon.
Den called after her. Were leaving in less than five minutes.
She waved back. Thank you! I should be back before then.
Brand greeted her at the chuckwagons back door, took her tray and laughingly provided her with more sausage and bacon. The head cook then tossed a bit of bacon to Terry, and the terror bird caught it happily. Hes a cute one. Though, I swear, he looks much more like a miniature adult than a hatchling.
There was an awkward pause that Brand didnt seem to notice.
After a moment, he shrugged and continued. But what do I know? Its not like Ive ever seen a terror hatchling. See you around lunch.
Tala was almost back to her wagon when someone called out to her.
Mistress Tala!
Tala turned, a sausage freshly stuffed into her mouth. Mmm?
Rane came walking up behind her, his hand still wrapped in a wet towel. Mistress Tala?
She pushed the food into one cheek. Yes?
Could I He scratched the back of his head with his left hand, looking a little uncertain. You see, my assignment for the day is to watch the front of the caravan. Would it be possible for me to? He looked at her expectantly.
She blinked back at him for a long moment, chewing, then swallowing. Finally, his words clicked. Oh! Oh, ummm Sure? Yes. She turned back towards Dens wagon, but Rane cleared his throat.
So I can ride on your wagon with you, today?
She glanced back. I suppose, I wasnt clear? Sure? It does have a good view of the front of the caravan, after all.
* * *
Tala felt surprisingly awkward about performing her physical exercises with Rane present. So, instead, she decided to begin with her spiritual training.
Den had just flicked the oxen into movement when she set her knife near the front of the wagon and walked towards the rear.
Rane, for his part, had sat off to one side, and was giving her a quizzical look. Arent you afraid thatll fall off? I believe Ive sensed magic from that. It must be valuable.
Tala quirked a smile. Thats actually a really good point, Master Rane. She held up her hand, willed the knife to come, and it did, zipping through the air to stop perfectly in her hand.
Ranes eyes widened. I didnt detect any air or movement power in that. How? Is it bound to you? He frowned, scratching the outside of his left eye with his right hand. No magic-bound items dont gain new abilities, just more means of expressing the power they already have He looked back to her, narrowing his eyes. Do you have a come hither inscription?
She barked a laugh at that. Come hither? She laughed, again.
He grumbled slightly and muttered under his breath, clearly not intending her to hear. It would explain a lot
Tala didnt react to the muttering, nor did she remember it for later pondering. That would have been silly.
He sighed, then looked back up. Secret for secret then?
She shrugged, then nodded. You first.
He rolled his eyes but nodded in turn. Fair enough. Ive six magic-bound items. I would have seven, but I dont have the knowledge to properly empower an inscribed dimensional storage He let out a discontented sigh.
He must be thinking about his bag-for-bodies, that he left with Brand.
My clothing is woven from the silk of a retribution spider. The fibers are insanely strong, and they pull back together when severed. Im told its rusting hard to work with, but they managed. He smiled. So, thats four of my items-
Tala cut him off. Four?
He shifted. Well, yeah. My robe, pants, sandals, and undergarment.
She blinked at him. Sandals, too?
He shrugged. Well, the sandals are immortal elk leather. New, too. Those are insanely hard to kill.
She frowned. Whered you get the leather? Grediv knew what my clothes were made of.
Master Grediv bought the hide off of a hunter. He said there was only enough left for the sandals, so thats what I got. He smiled sadly, tapping his shoes. This stuffs tougher than the silk, though not by too much. Even so, Id love to not look so much like a rich fop.
She grinned at that. You do look a bit like youre going to a ball. Well, that explained why his clothing is always so clean and seemingly perfectly pressed.
So, each piece is an individual item?
He sighed dejectedly, nodding. Yeah. Master Grediv explained that once I become an Archon I can meld them into one, but thats a ways away, isnt it? The books Ive found agree, it seems. He smiled sadly. Until then, I get to start each day feeding my outfit.
Her grin widened. Ahh, a true slave to fashion.
He snorted. Fair, fair.
And the last two?
He patted the wooden handle poking up from his belt. Force, my sword, is one.
She cocked an eyebrow. Force?
He shrugged. Objects only change velocity with an applied force. He patted his swords hilt, again. So, when I want something to change, I apply Force.
Howd you find him again?
He tried to kill me, failed, then wouldnt go away.
Terry gave her a truly offended look, and Tala tossed him a hunk of jerky.
Sorry, Terry, I didnt mean it like that.
The bird snapped the meat from the air and settled back into his restful pose, somewhat mollified.
Yeah Thats not a standard hatchling.
Tala glanced to Rane and saw the inscribings around the mans eyes already filled with power.
He looked to her. Not my business, but dont let it kill anyone, please?
Ill do my best.
His face suddenly turned serious. No, Mistress Tala. Im serious. That bird kills no one. If you cant promise me that, Ill kill it now.
Terrys head came up, eyes locked onto Rane.
Tala raised a placating hand towards the bird but kept her eyes on Rane. He wont kill anyone who doesnt need killing.
Rane hesitated, clearly hearing the gold in her tone. After a long moment, he nodded. Very well. He looked to Terry and gave a slight bow of his head. I apologize for any offense given.
Terry continued to regard Rane for a long moment before glancing to Tala.
Tala sighed and handed a piece of jerky to Rane.
Rane barked a short laugh, rolled his eyes, took the meat, then tossed it to Terry. Terry caught it happily and curled up once more.
As I said, not a standard hatchling. He turned back to Tala. I do hope you know what youre doing.
If hopes were gilded, Id be rich. Of course. She smiled in what she hoped was a convincing manner.
Soyou havent explained how you can call the knife to you.
Oh! Right. She dropped the knife over the side and waited a few moments before calling it back to her. It was more difficult calling it up and back, but still within her abilities. Dont wait so long next time Its a function of the bond, to the best of my knowledge.
The magic-bond? That shouldnt give any additional categories of ability.
She hesitated, then sighed. In for a copper A soul-bond.
He gave her a long look. You arent an Archon.
No.
Then, you shouldnt be able to work with souls, let alone form bonds.
Im odd like that.
He blinked at her a few times, then shook his head. No, Mistress Tala. Thats not how this works. This isnt: Im a Mage and fight with my fists odd. This isnt even: Im an assassin, but I love to bake odd. This is: Im a fish that can fly levels of odd.
She cocked her head. Are there flying fish-?
He raised a hand. Im terrible at metaphors, ok, but you get my meaning.
He is Gredivs student. Not really?
He groaned, scratching both of his cheeks at once, as he frowned in concentration. Its like meeting a toddler who can speak a foreign language fluently, without speaking his own, and theres no one around who speaks the other language to have taught him.
Thatsodd. Ill grant you. But an Archon star is hardly as complex as a whole language.
Not conceptually, but it is for your soul. Souls talk to their bodies. Thats their native language.
My soul talks to me? Wait no. Now, Im getting confused.
He groaned. See? Bad at metaphors An Archon star is supposed to be as complex as a language for your soul, thats what makes you an Archon. But you can do soul bonds without being an Archon. He snapped his fingers, seeming excited. Its like writing a masterwork piece of music, then claiming you cant read notes.
That soundsimplausible.
Exactly.
Huh Maybe my soul just has a nice sound to it, regardless of the skill of the composer?
Thatthat actually makes sense He seemed to ponder. Is that really it, or did my metaphor mess us over?
She shrugged. What Im doing works. Im getting better at it. It seems to be good. Why gainsay it? When his skepticism persisted, she added. Master Grediv knows what Im doing and gave me guidelines. After another moment, she added. Which I am following.
He rolled his eyes but still seemed deep in thought. Youre an Immaterial Guideis that it? He was muttering to himself, again. When he spoke more loudly, he seemed uncertain. A soul is immaterial, is your ability with guiding immaterial things allowing this to be easier for you?
No idea.
He grunted irritably. Fine fine.
She quirked a smile. You know if you read the letter
He gave her a weary half-glare. Really?
Fine. Can I read it, then?
No!
Well, someone should.
He sighed, looking down at his still bandaged hand. I dont suppose you have any water youd spare for this? The evaporation helps keep it cool.
She winced, remembering how shed hurt him. Yeah She pulled out her incorporator and gave it a moderate amount of power, sending a dribbling stream to re-wet the wrap.
Those are really inefficient.
As inefficient as carrying around barrels of water?
He tilted his head, considering. Huhfair enough, I suppose. You arent a Material Creator, after all.
That done, she had a thought. Hey! Youre an Immaterial Creator.
Yeah? So?
You changed the forces of my attack, earlier. Thats a guide spell-working. She hesitated, then belatedly added. Sorry for the low blow, by the way.
He smiled ruefully. It was a bit of a cheap shot, but mine was hardly much better. He pulled his hand, and the re-wetted bandage, back. As to your implied question, Master Grediv has been pushing me to bridge the quadrants for a long time. That was the first working I understood enough to add it to my inscribings. Pretty useful, yeah?
She snorted. Kept you off the ground, so Id say so.
They fell into a bit of awkward silence, before Rane cleared his throat. Do you mind if I stretch a bit? I didnt really have much of a chance to after our fight.
She shrugged. Sure. I probably should do some physical work myself.
With that established between them, they each began working through their own sets, Tala at the front of the wagon, Rane near the back.
Tala, for her part, went through her spiritual and magical strength training as well. As breaks between groups of sets, Rane read, and Tala continued her in-depth review. They occasionally filled the silence with talk about various small things.
All in all, it was a pleasant, safe, and wise way to spend the morning, and Tala found herself smiling more and more as the time wore on, content.
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Chapter 61: It Should Be Fun
Tala was uncomfortably sweaty when she and Terry picked up their tray of food and bid a good morning to the cooks.
Back at the wagon, she again did her best to clean herself, but was quite unhappy with the result.
She groaned in irritation. Kit. Can you alter your interior so I can get clean easier?
The pouch did not respond.
In the hopes of a miracle, Tala secured the pouch and climbed down in.
As soon as she was in, she looked around hopefully.
The inside of the pouch was vastly changed, with almost all of Talas possessions crammed in barely organized shelving, right up around the entrance. The ladder went lower, into a circular empty space not quite wide enough for Tala to stretch her elbows fully out.
If anything, there was a smaller volume of space, but it was mostly vertical, keeping her belongings up high. To aid in the process to come, the small circular space around the ladder flared outward, below, and all her belongings were tucked back, just a bit, on their respective shelves.
Honestly, it seemed like it could have been the inside of a massive vase.
This will work, Kit. Thank you.
The feeling of warm contentment, ever present within the pouch, was the only response. Though, Tala did feel the deficit of magic caused by such a radical rearrangement, even as she reached the bottom and saw the hand-shaped different-colored patch of wall.
Ahh, youre hungry. She placed her hand on the offered location and refilled Kits reserves.
Then, without delaying, she stripped, tossing the clothes upwards. They didnt come back down, so it must have worked.
Then, standing naked at the bottom of a hole dug into nowhere, she found the water incorporator and a small box of powdered soap on little bump outs. You think of everything, Kit.
Kit did not respond.
She took a luxuriant shower only shortened by the deeply cold temperature of the water and the knowledge that breakfast lay above.
She brushed her hair dry and free of tangles before braiding it, and briefly verified her layer of iron salve was still intact and refreshing where it was lacking. She then dressed in the already clean travel clothes and climbed back out. She wasnt fully dry, but the magically incorporated water would fade soon enough.
When she reached topside once more, she returned the pouch to her belt and gave a generous dose of power to Kit. That done, she fed her outfit, which was markedly low on power. Likely drained from removing the grime, sweat, and dirt from itself and repairing the obliterated knee on the right leg, earlier this morning.
She shivered slightly even as the sun warmed her. Terry had finished his plate, and hers was suspiciously low on meat-stuff, though the predator had left her one sausage and one piece of bacon. She gave Terry a mock glare. Ill need more than this. The other food: fruit and a surprisingly tasty oat pancake, werent enough to fill her.
Sighing, she ate what had been left for her, then climbed down, bearing the tray and Terry, and walked back towards the chuckwagon.
Den called after her. Were leaving in less than five minutes.
She waved back. Thank you! I should be back before then.
Brand greeted her at the chuckwagons back door, took her tray and laughingly provided her with more sausage and bacon. The head cook then tossed a bit of bacon to Terry, and the terror bird caught it happily. Hes a cute one. Though, I swear, he looks much more like a miniature adult than a hatchling.
There was an awkward pause that Brand didnt seem to notice.
After a moment, he shrugged and continued. But what do I know? Its not like Ive ever seen a terror hatchling. See you around lunch.
Tala was almost back to her wagon when someone called out to her.
Mistress Tala!
Tala turned, a sausage freshly stuffed into her mouth. Mmm?
Rane came walking up behind her, his hand still wrapped in a wet towel. Mistress Tala?
She pushed the food into one cheek. Yes?
Could I He scratched the back of his head with his left hand, looking a little uncertain. You see, my assignment for the day is to watch the front of the caravan. Would it be possible for me to? He looked at her expectantly.
She blinked back at him for a long moment, chewing, then swallowing. Finally, his words clicked. Oh! Oh, ummm Sure? Yes. She turned back towards Dens wagon, but Rane cleared his throat.
So I can ride on your wagon with you, today?
She glanced back. I suppose, I wasnt clear? Sure? It does have a good view of the front of the caravan, after all.
* * *
Tala felt surprisingly awkward about performing her physical exercises with Rane present. So, instead, she decided to begin with her spiritual training.
Den had just flicked the oxen into movement when she set her knife near the front of the wagon and walked towards the rear.
Rane, for his part, had sat off to one side, and was giving her a quizzical look. Arent you afraid thatll fall off? I believe Ive sensed magic from that. It must be valuable.
Tala quirked a smile. Thats actually a really good point, Master Rane. She held up her hand, willed the knife to come, and it did, zipping through the air to stop perfectly in her hand.
Ranes eyes widened. I didnt detect any air or movement power in that. How? Is it bound to you? He frowned, scratching the outside of his left eye with his right hand. No magic-bound items dont gain new abilities, just more means of expressing the power they already have He looked back to her, narrowing his eyes. Do you have a come hither inscription?
She barked a laugh at that. Come hither? She laughed, again.
He grumbled slightly and muttered under his breath, clearly not intending her to hear. It would explain a lot
Tala didnt react to the muttering, nor did she remember it for later pondering. That would have been silly.
He sighed, then looked back up. Secret for secret then?
She shrugged, then nodded. You first.
He rolled his eyes but nodded in turn. Fair enough. Ive six magic-bound items. I would have seven, but I dont have the knowledge to properly empower an inscribed dimensional storage He let out a discontented sigh.
He must be thinking about his bag-for-bodies, that he left with Brand.
My clothing is woven from the silk of a retribution spider. The fibers are insanely strong, and they pull back together when severed. Im told its rusting hard to work with, but they managed. He smiled. So, thats four of my items-
Tala cut him off. Four?
He shifted. Well, yeah. My robe, pants, sandals, and undergarment.
She blinked at him. Sandals, too?
He shrugged. Well, the sandals are immortal elk leather. New, too. Those are insanely hard to kill.
She frowned. Whered you get the leather? Grediv knew what my clothes were made of.
Master Grediv bought the hide off of a hunter. He said there was only enough left for the sandals, so thats what I got. He smiled sadly, tapping his shoes. This stuffs tougher than the silk, though not by too much. Even so, Id love to not look so much like a rich fop.
She grinned at that. You do look a bit like youre going to a ball. Well, that explained why his clothing is always so clean and seemingly perfectly pressed.
So, each piece is an individual item?
He sighed dejectedly, nodding. Yeah. Master Grediv explained that once I become an Archon I can meld them into one, but thats a ways away, isnt it? The books Ive found agree, it seems. He smiled sadly. Until then, I get to start each day feeding my outfit.
Her grin widened. Ahh, a true slave to fashion.
He snorted. Fair, fair.
And the last two?
He patted the wooden handle poking up from his belt. Force, my sword, is one.
She cocked an eyebrow. Force?
He shrugged. Objects only change velocity with an applied force. He patted his swords hilt, again. So, when I want something to change, I apply Force.
Howd you find him again?
He tried to kill me, failed, then wouldnt go away.
Terry gave her a truly offended look, and Tala tossed him a hunk of jerky.
Sorry, Terry, I didnt mean it like that.
The bird snapped the meat from the air and settled back into his restful pose, somewhat mollified.
Yeah Thats not a standard hatchling.
Tala glanced to Rane and saw the inscribings around the mans eyes already filled with power.
He looked to her. Not my business, but dont let it kill anyone, please?
Ill do my best.
His face suddenly turned serious. No, Mistress Tala. Im serious. That bird kills no one. If you cant promise me that, Ill kill it now.
Terrys head came up, eyes locked onto Rane.
Tala raised a placating hand towards the bird but kept her eyes on Rane. He wont kill anyone who doesnt need killing.
Rane hesitated, clearly hearing the gold in her tone. After a long moment, he nodded. Very well. He looked to Terry and gave a slight bow of his head. I apologize for any offense given.
Terry continued to regard Rane for a long moment before glancing to Tala.
Tala sighed and handed a piece of jerky to Rane.
Rane barked a short laugh, rolled his eyes, took the meat, then tossed it to Terry. Terry caught it happily and curled up once more.
As I said, not a standard hatchling. He turned back to Tala. I do hope you know what youre doing.
If hopes were gilded, Id be rich. Of course. She smiled in what she hoped was a convincing manner.
Soyou havent explained how you can call the knife to you.
Oh! Right. She dropped the knife over the side and waited a few moments before calling it back to her. It was more difficult calling it up and back, but still within her abilities. Dont wait so long next time Its a function of the bond, to the best of my knowledge.
The magic-bond? That shouldnt give any additional categories of ability.
She hesitated, then sighed. In for a copper A soul-bond.
He gave her a long look. You arent an Archon.
No.
Then, you shouldnt be able to work with souls, let alone form bonds.
Im odd like that.
He blinked at her a few times, then shook his head. No, Mistress Tala. Thats not how this works. This isnt: Im a Mage and fight with my fists odd. This isnt even: Im an assassin, but I love to bake odd. This is: Im a fish that can fly levels of odd.
She cocked her head. Are there flying fish-?
He raised a hand. Im terrible at metaphors, ok, but you get my meaning.
He is Gredivs student. Not really?
He groaned, scratching both of his cheeks at once, as he frowned in concentration. Its like meeting a toddler who can speak a foreign language fluently, without speaking his own, and theres no one around who speaks the other language to have taught him.
Thatsodd. Ill grant you. But an Archon star is hardly as complex as a whole language.
Not conceptually, but it is for your soul. Souls talk to their bodies. Thats their native language.
My soul talks to me? Wait no. Now, Im getting confused.
He groaned. See? Bad at metaphors An Archon star is supposed to be as complex as a language for your soul, thats what makes you an Archon. But you can do soul bonds without being an Archon. He snapped his fingers, seeming excited. Its like writing a masterwork piece of music, then claiming you cant read notes.
That soundsimplausible.
Exactly.
Huh Maybe my soul just has a nice sound to it, regardless of the skill of the composer?
Thatthat actually makes sense He seemed to ponder. Is that really it, or did my metaphor mess us over?
She shrugged. What Im doing works. Im getting better at it. It seems to be good. Why gainsay it? When his skepticism persisted, she added. Master Grediv knows what Im doing and gave me guidelines. After another moment, she added. Which I am following.
He rolled his eyes but still seemed deep in thought. Youre an Immaterial Guideis that it? He was muttering to himself, again. When he spoke more loudly, he seemed uncertain. A soul is immaterial, is your ability with guiding immaterial things allowing this to be easier for you?
No idea.
He grunted irritably. Fine fine.
She quirked a smile. You know if you read the letter
He gave her a weary half-glare. Really?
Fine. Can I read it, then?
No!
Well, someone should.
He sighed, looking down at his still bandaged hand. I dont suppose you have any water youd spare for this? The evaporation helps keep it cool.
She winced, remembering how shed hurt him. Yeah She pulled out her incorporator and gave it a moderate amount of power, sending a dribbling stream to re-wet the wrap.
Those are really inefficient.
As inefficient as carrying around barrels of water?
He tilted his head, considering. Huhfair enough, I suppose. You arent a Material Creator, after all.
That done, she had a thought. Hey! Youre an Immaterial Creator.
Yeah? So?
You changed the forces of my attack, earlier. Thats a guide spell-working. She hesitated, then belatedly added. Sorry for the low blow, by the way.
He smiled ruefully. It was a bit of a cheap shot, but mine was hardly much better. He pulled his hand, and the re-wetted bandage, back. As to your implied question, Master Grediv has been pushing me to bridge the quadrants for a long time. That was the first working I understood enough to add it to my inscribings. Pretty useful, yeah?
She snorted. Kept you off the ground, so Id say so.
They fell into a bit of awkward silence, before Rane cleared his throat. Do you mind if I stretch a bit? I didnt really have much of a chance to after our fight.
She shrugged. Sure. I probably should do some physical work myself.
With that established between them, they each began working through their own sets, Tala at the front of the wagon, Rane near the back.
Tala, for her part, went through her spiritual and magical strength training as well. As breaks between groups of sets, Rane read, and Tala continued her in-depth review. They occasionally filled the silence with talk about various small things.
All in all, it was a pleasant, safe, and wise way to spend the morning, and Tala found herself smiling more and more as the time wore on, content.
Chapter 61: It Should Be FunTala was uncomfortably sweaty when she and Terry picked up their tray of food and bid a good morning to the cooks.Back at the wagon, she again did her best to clean herself, but was quite unhappy with the result.She groaned in irritation. Kit. Can you alter your interior so I can get clean easier?The pouch did not respond.In the hopes of a miracle, Tala secured the pouch and climbed down in.As soon as she was in, she looked around hopefully.The inside of the pouch was vastly changed, with almost all of Talas possessions crammed in barely organized shelving, right up around the entrance. The ladder went lower, into a circular empty space not quite wide enough for Tala to stretch her elbows fully out.If anything, there was a smaller volume of space, but it was mostly vertical, keeping her belongings up high. To aid in the process to come, the small circular space around the ladder flared outward, below, and all her belongings were tucked back, just a bit, on their respective shelves.Honestly, it seemed like it could have been the inside of a massive vase.This will work, Kit. Thank you.The feeling of warm contentment, ever present within the pouch, was the only response. Though, Tala did feel the deficit of magic caused by such a radical rearrangement, even as she reached the bottom and saw the hand-shaped different-colored patch of wall.Ahh, youre hungry. She placed her hand on the offered location and refilled Kits reserves.Then, without delaying, she stripped, tossing the clothes upwards. They didnt come back down, so it must have worked.Then, standing naked at the bottom of a hole dug into nowhere, she found the water incorporator and a small box of powdered soap on little bump outs. You think of everything, Kit.Kit did not respond.She took a luxuriant shower only shortened by the deeply cold temperature of the water and the knowledge that breakfast lay above.She brushed her hair dry and free of tangles before braiding it, and briefly verified her layer of iron salve was still intact and refreshing where it was lacking. She then dressed in the already clean travel clothes and climbed back out. She wasnt fully dry, but the magically incorporated water would fade soon enough.When she reached topside once more, she returned the pouch to her belt and gave a generous dose of power to Kit. That done, she fed her outfit, which was markedly low on power. Likely drained from removing the grime, sweat, and dirt from itself and repairing the obliterated knee on the right leg, earlier this morning.She shivered slightly even as the sun warmed her. Terry had finished his plate, and hers was suspiciously low on meat-stuff, though the predator had left her one sausage and one piece of bacon. She gave Terry a mock glare. Ill need more than this. The other food: fruit and a surprisingly tasty oat pancake, werent enough to fill her.Sighing, she ate what had been left for her, then climbed down, bearing the tray and Terry, and walked back towards the chuckwagon.Den called after her. Were leaving in less than five minutes.She waved back. Thank you! I should be back before then.Brand greeted her at the chuckwagons back door, took her tray and laughingly provided her with more sausage and bacon. The head cook then tossed a bit of bacon to Terry, and the terror bird caught it happily. Hes a cute one. Though, I swear, he looks much more like a miniature adult than a hatchling.There was an awkward pause that Brand didnt seem to notice.After a moment, he shrugged and continued. But what do I know? Its not like Ive ever seen a terror hatchling. See you around lunch.Tala was almost back to her wagon when someone called out to her.Mistress Tala!Tala turned, a sausage freshly stuffed into her mouth. Mmm?Rane came walking up behind her, his hand still wrapped in a wet towel. Mistress Tala?She pushed the food into one cheek. Yes?Could I He scratched the back of his head with his left hand, looking a little uncertain. You see, my assignment for the day is to watch the front of the caravan. Would it be possible for me to? He looked at her expectantly.She blinked back at him for a long moment, chewing, then swallowing. Finally, his words clicked. Oh! Oh, ummm Sure? Yes. She turned back towards Dens wagon, but Rane cleared his throat.So I can ride on your wagon with you, today?She glanced back. I suppose, I wasnt clear? Sure? It does have a good view of the front of the caravan, after all.* * *Tala felt surprisingly awkward about performing her physical exercises with Rane present. So, instead, she decided to begin with her spiritual training.Den had just flicked the oxen into movement when she set her knife near the front of the wagon and walked towards the rear.Rane, for his part, had sat off to one side, and was giving her a quizzical look. Arent you afraid thatll fall off? I believe Ive sensed magic from that. It must be valuable.Tala quirked a smile. Thats actually a really good point, Master Rane. She held up her hand, willed the knife to come, and it did, zipping through the air to stop perfectly in her hand.Ranes eyes widened. I didnt detect any air or movement power in that. How? Is it bound to you? He frowned, scratching the outside of his left eye with his right hand. No magic-bound items dont gain new abilities, just more means of expressing the power they already have He looked back to her, narrowing his eyes. Do you have a come hither inscription?She barked a laugh at that. Come hither? She laughed, again.He grumbled slightly and muttered under his breath, clearly not intending her to hear. It would explain a lotTala didnt react to the muttering, nor did she remember it for later pondering. That would have been silly.He sighed, then looked back up. Secret for secret then?She shrugged, then nodded. You first.He rolled his eyes but nodded in turn. Fair enough. Ive six magic-bound items. I would have seven, but I dont have the knowledge to properly empower an inscribed dimensional storage He let out a discontented sigh.He must be thinking about his bag-for-bodies, that he left with Brand.My clothing is woven from the silk of a retribution spider. The fibers are insanely strong, and they pull back together when severed. Im told its rusting hard to work with, but they managed. He smiled. So, thats four of my items-Tala cut him off. Four?He shifted. Well, yeah. My robe, pants, sandals, and undergarment.She blinked at him. Sandals, too?He shrugged. Well, the sandals are immortal elk leather. New, too. Those are insanely hard to kill.She frowned. Whered you get the leather? Grediv knew what my clothes were made of.Master Grediv bought the hide off of a hunter. He said there was only enough left for the sandals, so thats what I got. He smiled sadly, tapping his shoes. This stuffs tougher than the silk, though not by too much. Even so, Id love to not look so much like a rich fop.She grinned at that. You do look a bit like youre going to a ball. Well, that explained why his clothing is always so clean and seemingly perfectly pressed.So, each piece is an individual item?He sighed dejectedly, nodding. Yeah. Master Grediv explained that once I become an Archon I can meld them into one, but thats a ways away, isnt it? The books Ive found agree, it seems. He smiled sadly. Until then, I get to start each day feeding my outfit.Her grin widened. Ahh, a true slave to fashion.He snorted. Fair, fair.And the last two?He patted the wooden handle poking up from his belt. Force, my sword, is one.She cocked an eyebrow. Force?He shrugged. Objects only change velocity with an applied force. He patted his swords hilt, again. So, when I want something to change, I apply Force.Howd you find him again?He tried to kill me, failed, then wouldnt go away.Terry gave her a truly offended look, and Tala tossed him a hunk of jerky.Sorry, Terry, I didnt mean it like that.The bird snapped the meat from the air and settled back into his restful pose, somewhat mollified.Yeah Thats not a standard hatchling.Tala glanced to Rane and saw the inscribings around the mans eyes already filled with power.He looked to her. Not my business, but dont let it kill anyone, please?Ill do my best.His face suddenly turned serious. No, Mistress Tala. Im serious. That bird kills no one. If you cant promise me that, Ill kill it now.Terrys head came up, eyes locked onto Rane.Tala raised a placating hand towards the bird but kept her eyes on Rane. He wont kill anyone who doesnt need killing.Rane hesitated, clearly hearing the gold in her tone. After a long moment, he nodded. Very well. He looked to Terry and gave a slight bow of his head. I apologize for any offense given.Terry continued to regard Rane for a long moment before glancing to Tala.Tala sighed and handed a piece of jerky to Rane.Rane barked a short laugh, rolled his eyes, took the meat, then tossed it to Terry. Terry caught it happily and curled up once more.As I said, not a standard hatchling. He turned back to Tala. I do hope you know what youre doing.If hopes were gilded, Id be rich. Of course. She smiled in what she hoped was a convincing manner.Soyou havent explained how you can call the knife to you.Oh! Right. She dropped the knife over the side and waited a few moments before calling it back to her. It was more difficult calling it up and back, but still within her abilities. Dont wait so long next time Its a function of the bond, to the best of my knowledge.The magic-bond? That shouldnt give any additional categories of ability.She hesitated, then sighed. In for a copper A soul-bond.He gave her a long look. You arent an Archon.No.Then, you shouldnt be able to work with souls, let alone form bonds.Im odd like that.He blinked at her a few times, then shook his head. No, Mistress Tala. Thats not how this works. This isnt: Im a Mage and fight with my fists odd. This isnt even: Im an assassin, but I love to bake odd. This is: Im a fish that can fly levels of odd.She cocked her head. Are there flying fish-?He raised a hand. Im terrible at metaphors, ok, but you get my meaning.He is Gredivs student. Not really?He groaned, scratching both of his cheeks at once, as he frowned in concentration. Its like meeting a toddler who can speak a foreign language fluently, without speaking his own, and theres no one around who speaks the other language to have taught him.Thatsodd. Ill grant you. But an Archon star is hardly as complex as a whole language.Not conceptually, but it is for your soul. Souls talk to their bodies. Thats their native language.My soul talks to me? Wait no. Now, Im getting confused.He groaned. See? Bad at metaphors An Archon star is supposed to be as complex as a language for your soul, thats what makes you an Archon. But you can do soul bonds without being an Archon. He snapped his fingers, seeming excited. Its like writing a masterwork piece of music, then claiming you cant read notes.That soundsimplausible.Exactly.Huh Maybe my soul just has a nice sound to it, regardless of the skill of the composer?Thatthat actually makes sense He seemed to ponder. Is that really it, or did my metaphor mess us over?She shrugged. What Im doing works. Im getting better at it. It seems to be good. Why gainsay it? When his skepticism persisted, she added. Master Grediv knows what Im doing and gave me guidelines. After another moment, she added. Which I am following.He rolled his eyes but still seemed deep in thought. Youre an Immaterial Guideis that it? He was muttering to himself, again. When he spoke more loudly, he seemed uncertain. A soul is immaterial, is your ability with guiding immaterial things allowing this to be easier for you?No idea.He grunted irritably. Fine fine.She quirked a smile. You know if you read the letterHe gave her a weary half-glare. Really?Fine. Can I read it, then?No!Well, someone should.He sighed, looking down at his still bandaged hand. I dont suppose you have any water youd spare for this? The evaporation helps keep it cool.She winced, remembering how shed hurt him. Yeah She pulled out her incorporator and gave it a moderate amount of power, sending a dribbling stream to re-wet the wrap.Those are really inefficient.As inefficient as carrying around barrels of water?He tilted his head, considering. Huhfair enough, I suppose. You arent a Material Creator, after all.That done, she had a thought. Hey! Youre an Immaterial Creator.Yeah? So?You changed the forces of my attack, earlier. Thats a guide spell-working. She hesitated, then belatedly added. Sorry for the low blow, by the way.He smiled ruefully. It was a bit of a cheap shot, but mine was hardly much better. He pulled his hand, and the re-wetted bandage, back. As to your implied question, Master Grediv has been pushing me to bridge the quadrants for a long time. That was the first working I understood enough to add it to my inscribings. Pretty useful, yeah?She snorted. Kept you off the ground, so Id say so.They fell into a bit of awkward silence, before Rane cleared his throat. Do you mind if I stretch a bit? I didnt really have much of a chance to after our fight.She shrugged. Sure. I probably should do some physical work myself.With that established between them, they each began working through their own sets, Tala at the front of the wagon, Rane near the back.Tala, for her part, went through her spiritual and magical strength training as well. As breaks between groups of sets, Rane read, and Tala continued her in-depth review. They occasionally filled the silence with talk about various small things.All in all, it was a pleasant, safe, and wise way to spend the morning, and Tala found herself smiling more and more as the time wore on, content.
