Millennial Mage Nove Chapter 47: A Day of Departure

Chapter 47: A Day of Departure

Tala woke even earlier than usual, the sky still dark outside. Back on the road today.

She moved through her stretches and exercises with determined efficiency, smiling as she noticed the improvents her micromanagent was bringing about. Its amazing what you can do when you can see every individual muscle fiber. She couldnt control her muscles that finely, yet, but it let her subtly modify every stretch and exercise towards better results.

She was able to toss and retrieve the knife three tis without obvious ill effect, though it left her very being aching, much like her muscles. Not ready for a fourth rep.

Tala combed out her hair, which consisted of a single stroke through each portion, due to the artifact comb. This is going to save

hours, all told, over the coming months! She smiled happily, climbing into her bath.

She allowed herself an extra minute or two in the comfortably hot water, before she dried herself off and went to work with the iron salve. Even though shed been ticulous the day before, she wasnt going to let it fall by the wayside again, at least not any ti soon.

She still had the pleasant buzz of ending-berry power within her, though it had settled into feeling similar to a comfortably warm mug of coffee, instead of the raging, industrial crucible of the first day. Its probably healthier for

to keep the power at about this level. Shed need to have Holly give her a good, deep examination, to determine if her fervor had made any permanent changes. Hopefully, only good ones

She was wrapped in a towel, back in her room, when a knock ca on her door.

She glanced to the still dark windows in her outer wall, before calling out. Who is it?

rilin, with your clothing.

Tala opened the door with a smile, before freezing in place. rilin was, indeed, standing out in the hallwayalong with a male servant.

Tala and the servant both imdiately blushed, the servant looking away, Tala pulling the door partially closed, once more. Even with the towel, she did not like that type of surprise.

rilin?

Yes, child?

Why is he here?

Did you want an old woman to carry all your clothes, herself?

Tala paused for a mont, before grumbling a negative. Im going to go into the bath room. Please place the clothing on the bed and ask him to leave. Ill co out and pay you, then.

rilin nodded.

Tala tried to be dignified as she scampered to the bath room and closed the door.

She heard movent outside, rustling near the bed, then a single set of foot-falls retreated back out the door, and it closed behind them.

Tala ca back out to find rilin sitting in her reading chair.

Youre perfectly covered.

Im in a towel.

rilin shrugged. Young people these days. What does it matter what youre wearing? It should only matter what you show.

Tala gave her a flat look. Youre a seamstress. You really dont think it matters what people are wearing?

rilin paused at that. You know what I ant. She gestured at the bed. Youre leaving today, yes?

Tala nodded.

Then, I recomnd the far stack.

As Tala turned her attention fully to the bed, she noticed three things. First, there were three piles of varying sizes. Second, there were far fewer items than shed been expecting. Third, there was magic coming from the pile that rilin indicated. What did you do?

I made an executive decision. Take a look.

Tala opened the brown paper, encasing the single outfit in the final stack. Inside, on top, was a leather jerkin that had powerful reconstitution magic woven through it; there were no inscriptions, the power was a natural property of the material.

That is leather from an immortal elk. The woman scoffed. Obviously, its not immortal, but the na cos from how devilish they are to kill. They can heal from nearly any wound, so they are almost never able to be harvested. She sighed. To kill them usually requires such overwhelming destruction that nothing is left.

Tala looked down at the item. So?

So, unless you get these utterly obliterated, they will reconstitute. She waggled a finger. That doesnt give you the excuse to be careless. They are no more initially durable than any high-quality leather, so take good care of them. Youre a Mage, you can give them power as you wear through its natural stores.

Tala was frowning. How can the clothes rebuild themselves? Why wouldnt they return to the form of the elks hide? She looked down. Why dont they have hair, if they regenerate?

rilin muttered under her breath, so low that Tala hardly heard it. Mages always want to know How? How? How? Its never Thank you, rilin. Youre amazing, rilin.

She huffed, then spoke more loudly. Their power is suspended by a proprietary, secret thod, while the clothing is made. When the power is returned, the garnts state at that ti becos the default to which the magic returns.

Tala nodded. That made so sense. Well, lets try these on, then.

She took the package and returned to the bath room, closing the door before dropping her towel. She set the package down and pulled out the tunic. It was beautifully composed, looking almost like fabric in its working. She wiggled into the garnt and found it soft, smooth, and silky, inside and out. This wont chafe at all! That was a boon, leather could easily cause rubbing and soreness if not properly treated or sized.

There were ties up each side, starting at her armpit and going down to her waist. The ties were of leather as well. The sleeves were loose without being billowy, and there were several minimal, stiff, segnted ridges that ran down the arms to hold them in place. Sohow, the stays didnt inhibit movent at all. The ridges were evenly spaced around each sleeve creating a subtly beautiful pattern, mirrored by similarly flexible, yet ridged, features on the torso. How did she insert boning that holds the shape, without inhibiting movent? It was a masterpiece.

She expected to imdiately feel warm, within the leather top, but to her surprise, it seed to breath like linen. How is this so breathable?

rilins voice ca through the door. Immortal elk are massive creatures, and their hides are breathable to keep them from overheating during the sumr. Their fur thickens in the winters to compensate, but that is no longer an issue.

Tala nodded, doing up the ties easily. She had to reach down, through the collar, to arrange herself properly within the garnt, but after she did so, it fit splendidly.

The leather of the tunic was a light grey, nearly white, while the ties were marginally darker, offering a nice hint of contrast. Below the ties, the tunic continued down to just above her knees, providing so modesty and adding to the look. She smiled, then turned to the second item in the parcel: Pants.

The pants fit exactly as well as the linen version had, the day before. They were a dark enough grey to evoke thoughts of thunder, storms, and torrents of driving rain. They moved with her, once she was properly situated within them, and the flare towards her feet was as subtle as it was functional. She strapped on her belt, her knife and pouch balancing each other nicely.

She strode out of the bath room, grinning happily. These are amazing.

rilin stood, examining her. Of course, they are; I made them. She walked around Tala. Im glad youre flexible enough to do up the ties. Did you notice the boning?

Tala nodded, feeling along several portions in the tunic and sleeves. Its highly segnted. It adds stiffness and structure without impairing movent. I cant even conceive of how you made it work, but it does.

You need to be able to move properly to survive, and you cant have it pinching, pulling, or impinging on you. Im not going to let you die in my garnt, at least not because of my work. She huffed. That would be unprofessional.

Tala glanced at the remaining bundles on the bed. Two formal outfits, and three every day, correct?

rilin nodded.

That isnt what we agreed. Even as she spoke, Tala was running her hands over the leather on her abdon.

rilin barked a laugh. Do you want

to take that back?

She hesitated. Wellno

I thought not. It should serve you better in the long run, so long as you keep it empowered.

Tala was frowning, again. Id thought that harvests had to be fed, and inscriptions inlaid, to make a magic item work.

rilin sat back down, with a self-satisfied smile. If it were a magic item, yes.

Tala glanced down, then back up. It is an item, that is magic.

The seamstress waved a hand dismissively. For all it knows, its just a part of so magical creature. So long as you feed it power, it will do what it does. She hesitated. Dont try to give it power from more than one source. Itll latch onto the next source that feeds it power, and it willbe angry, if other power tries to force its way in.

Tala frowned, then shrugged. Youre the seamstress. She placed a hand on her side. Does it need any special ntal model or

No idea what that ans, so probably not. Give it a trickle of power and see. Co on, girl. Youre supposed to be the Mage.

That sounds suspiciously like an artifactTala hesitantly gathered up a small portion of the power flowing out of her gate and fed it through her hand into the tunic. Unlike Kit, the belt pouch, the tunic was not receptive to her influx at first. Even so, the leather seed starved for power, and after a brief resistance, the power moved through it in a rush.

A pulse radiated out from her hand, and the leather shifted subtly. There was no visible change, but as she moved and twisted, Tala found that it sohow fit even better than before. Minute portions that hadnt been quite right were now snugged into place, and it shifted with her like a flexible, stylish, second skin.

I suppose it basically is a second skin That was a sowhat disturbing thought. Before she could talk herself out of it, she repeated the process on the pants and felt the sa perfecting of the garnt.

rilin smiled, self-satisfied. Good. That worked.

Tala slowly turned to stare, wide eyed at the seamstress. What do you an, Good?

Ive never done this before.

Tala gaped at the older woman. What.

My mother left extensive notes, and I followed them to the letter, but there were always dangers. She shrugged. Immortal elk dont die every day, child.

Tala narrowed her eyes. This sounds much more expensive than I agreed to.

I was contacted last night to alter the order. Your benefactor asked to remain anonymous. My mother was known to have worked with this material, and so they were content for

to do the work. She nodded, smiling, then pulled out a tablet. Your balance stands, though. One and one half ounces, gold.

Tala sighed, then examined the tablet before pricking her finger and confirming the purchase. It was becoming very easy for her to withdraw both power from her scripts and the power of the ending-berries to enable the confirmation of contracts and purchases, trivially so.

rilin pushed herself back to her feet. Well, child, I hope to see you again. Do be sure to tell others where you got your clothing, yes? She cackled a laugh as she left the room, not waiting for Tala to respond.

Tala stared after the woman for a long mont before shaking her head and quickly pushing the clothing into her belt pouch. Thanks, Kit. Ill organize later if youre not up for it.

The pouch did not respond.

Light was just beginning to build in the east as she left the room for the last ti. It had been quite a comfortable place to stay, and she was a bit sad to leave it behind. A bit expensive, though. Lyns house would be a better long-term residence.

She smiled at that. It will be good to go ho.

Tala walked into the dining hall, and imdiately saw Renix stand and wave to her. Mistress Tala!

She smiled and waved, then pointed to the buffet laid out, laden with breakfast foods. He nodded and sat back down.

She loaded a platter high, downed one mug of coffee and got her allowed refill, and walked over to join Renix and Trent. Wheres Mistress Atrexia? It would be wonderful to get back on the road, back to coffee.

Shes taken on another assignnt.

Tala frowned. Id thought she was contracted for the return trip. Am I rembering right? No, she said she wasnt coming on the trip back.

She was pulled away. Trent shrugged. Happens sotis when soones specialty cos into play. I suspect that was actually one reason she ca here, the hope that that would happen. He held up one hand. Before you ask, no, I dont know whats happening, or precisely what her specialty is that got her called off.

She shrugged. Fair enough. Tala dug into the food. It was good, just as it had been the previous days, but there was sothing about it that just wasnt great. It was filling, fairly tasty, and at least sowhat nutritious. Im getting spoiled.

Trent glanced at Renix, but the younger man was eating with gusto. Smiling slightly, Trent glanced back at her. The new outfit looks nice.

Tala glanced down at herself and smiled. Thank you. Should work better on the road as well.

Trent touched his own side. Wont the leather chafe?

A bit of a personal question, but no. This isuniquely done. One side effect is that it wont rub or pinch or pull.

He shook his head. Another benefit from your hand-based expressions. Id never be able to wear sothing like that. At least a portion would be torn to shreds the first ti I cast.

That actually makes sense, now that I think about it. Most of those who can afford outfits like this, almost universally dont want them. Tala shrugged. There are so advantages. She smiled slightly and took another bite.

Renix swallowed, glancing her way. You really do look nice.

Thank you, Renix. She glanced back to Trent. Will you two be alone on the trip back?

Trent shook his head. No, weve another Mage joining us. He was actually a mageling under Master Grediv, though hes carving his own path now. I think there will be a third too, but Ill know soon enough.

Tala waved a sausage on the end of her fork. Whats your deal with Master Grediv? You two seed to know each other.

He smiled slightly. Hes been ntoring

on my path towards Archon. He actually wants

to begin attempting a star, soon.

Renix turned to his master, grinning widely. Master Trent is amazing!

Trent patted the young man on his shoulder. And you should be a Mage in your own right. He glanced to Tala. Renix doesnt like

to say, but he refuses to buy his own inscriptions and graduate from my tutelage. He says he still has too much to learn.

Renix gave a frustrated look to Trent, then turned to Tala. And he retaliated by starting with the basics, again and again. He rolled his eyes. I am picking up so new insights from the review, though. He smiled. Thank you, again, for the overview that you gave. Master Trent is right that new perspectives can shed fresh light on old ideas. Especially since the education for each of the four quadrants seems to be so varied.

Tala nodded. Happy to have helped. Well, that explains a lot. I was a bit confused why my take was new to him. I wonder how much they didnt teach

because Im an Immaterial Guide?

They finished eating, exchanging small talk, and discussing the journey ahead. Trent and Renix each offered her their allowed coffee refill, and she thanked them profusely, draining the extra cups with gusto.

When theyd all finished, they cleared their table and gathered up their things.

Most of Trent and Renixs belongings were in their wagon, with the caravan, but theyd each brought a bag to the inn.

Trent glanced around for Talas pack, then his eyes fell on the pouch. Right, your Dinsional storage.

She smiled and patted the bag. Yup! Kits the best.

Trent frowned. Kit? Younad it?

She stopped, feeling suddenly self-conscious. Yeah, well It seed appropriate. Shes been really helpful.

He opened his mouth to say sothing more, but Renix spoke overtop his master. The drivers na their wagons sotis. I think its nice to appreciate when an item works well for you.

Trent rolled his eyes. Yeah, yeah. I dont see any inscriptions. Are they internal, or is it an artifact?

Artifact.

He nodded. That wont be an issue to keep charged, will it? Along with the extra cargo-slots?

She shook her head. There were going to be twenty cargo-slots, in two cargo wagons, on the way back. Shouldnt be an issue in the least.

He shrugged. Never liked artifacts myself, but Master Grediv seems to think theyre fine.

Why is that?

Trent hesitated, then shrugged. Always seed too intelligent. Its probably foolish, but I dont really feel like items should be more than items.

Cant say I agree, but fair enough. She smiled to negate any implications in her response.

They walked from the dining hall together, towards the work-yard beside the northern gate. So, who is the new Mage?

Never t him, myself, but Ive heard good things. Trent smiled. He has to be sothing special to have been picked as a mageling beneath any Archon, let alone one of Master Gredivs standing.

But you dont know his quadrant, or anything like that?

Trent shook his head. All I know is that hes considered very good. He hesitated, then sighed. Hes also considered a little strange.

Tala grinned. Im a bit strange, myself. Maybe well get along.

Trent laughed. Maybe you will at that.

They entered the work-yard, and Tala broke away from the others and went to the cargo-slots for their final empowernt before departure. True to form, the cargo-slots were now loaded onto two wagons, ten slots each. Den was already working over the front wagon, and he greeted her.

Mistress Tala! I trust you had a relaxing couple of days?

Thank you, Den. More productive than relaxing, but I like it that way. How about yourself?

He smiled. It was nice, yes. Glad to be getting back on the road, though. I miss the wife and kids.

She nodded. I can understand that. Itll be nice to get ho.

She began empowering the cargo-slots, and Den went back to his work, not wanting to interrupt her. When she finished those in his wagon, a few minutes later, he noticed and turned back to her. Do you need the box again? He patted the large wooden container.

I dont think so, but I might take you up on it, later. Mind if I ride on the roof again?

Of course not! Youre welco whenever you like.

Tala smiled and gave a slight bow. Thank you. She glanced towards the other wagon. I should get those, too.

You do your work, Mistress. Ive enough of my own to be about. We can chat on the road, if it works out.

She nodded. Id like that.

Without further conversation, Tala walked over to the other cargo wagon, and moved through the empowernt process. She was halfway through the third cargo-slot, when she heard soone yelling, nearby.

What are you doing? Get away from there!

She didnt think anything of it and simply finished empowering that cargo-slot, but as she moved to the fourth, soone placed a hand on her shoulder and spun her around.

I said, What are you doing!?!

Tala felt her eyes widen and her face color at the forceful contact, and she looked up at the man, towering over her in chainmail armor and heavy gambeson, noting the armants hung about him. He had a Master Sergeants badge on each arm, and he was furious.

And, in truth, so was she.