Millennial Mage Nove Chapter 61: It Should Be Fun

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 cramd 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 volu of space, but it was mostly vertical, keeping her belongings up high. To aid in the process to co, 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 seed like it could have been the inside of a massive vase.

This will work, Kit. Thank you.

The feeling of warm contentnt, ever present within the pouch, was the only response. Though, Tala did feel the deficit of magic caused by such a radical rearrangent, 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 co 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 gri, sweat, and dirt from itself and repairing the obliterated knee on the right leg, earlier this morning.

She shivered slightly even as the sun ward her. Terry had finished his plate, and hers was suspiciously low on at-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 mont, 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 soone called out to her.

Mistress Tala!

Tala turned, a sausage freshly stuffed into her mouth. Mmm?

Rane ca 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 assignnt for the day is to watch the front of the caravan. Would it be possible for

to? He looked at her expectantly.

She blinked back at him for a long mont, 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 movent 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 co, and it did, zipping through the air to stop perfectly in her hand.

Ranes eyes widened. I didnt detect any air or movent 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 ans of expressing the power they already have He looked back to her, narrowing his eyes. Do you have a co hither inscription?

She barked a laugh at that.

Co 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 rember 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 dinsional 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 undergarnt.

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 beco an Archon I can ld 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 sothing to change, I apply Force.

She rolled her eyes but kept smiling. Thats pretty funny.

He shrugged. I was bored and fifteen when I nad it. Seems to fit, though.

Will you tell

what it does?

He shook his head. Were at first level secrets, here. His eyes twinkled a little. Thats at least He faked pondering. Fifteenth level?

She blinked at him for a mont. Fifteenth?

h. He shrugged. Sothing like that.

She shook her head. So, the last?

Dinsional storage.

She looked to the sword. Where you keep most of the sword?

Yeah, but thats just the smallest the opening gets.

So is it a pouch? Or?

Its a leather cord, but more information than that is likeeighty levels of secrecy from where we are now.

She rolled her eyes again. Youre a bit of a child, arent you. But there was mirth in her tone.

You are what you eat?

She gave him a perplexed look. Say again?

He put a hand to his face. Im sorry That sounded funnier in my head.

How?

Rane just shook his head. I have no idea, honestly.

Den was laughing very quietly, barely in range of Talas hearing, and he was doing a masterful job of not letting his attention be known. Even so, Tala couldnt tell if he was laughing at the pitiful excuse for a joke, or at sothing else. Probably sothing else.

Rane cleared his throat, clearly hoping to change the subject. So Those are my opening secrets. Your turn.

Tala sat. So, funny that you ntion immortal elk leather. She gestured at her outfit.

He nodded. I thought it seed familiar. Isnt it amazing how much it looks like fabric to the casual eye?

She nodded. Yeah, and its so comfortable! It fits perfectly, stays clean, and doesnt stay torn to shreds.

Yeah, Ive never owned better shoes. He tapped one sole with the back of his knuckle. So, thats what? Three items?

Three? Oh Right. She had a choice to make. She could likely lie, and he would never know, or she could be honest when it didnt cost her anything. Truth is better. Its one item for .

He frowned. Are they joined under the tunic?

No theyre joined spiritually. Theyre one item, but not physically.

He blinked at her for a long mont, then leaned forward. You know how to bond items together?

Its very similar to a complex spell-form that Ive been working on, so yes. Master Grediv does too, so Im not sure I should be the one to tell you

He nodded, leaning back. Yeah, the Archon star. The rusting books on bound items always seem to describe the combining of those items in reference to that spell-form. Master Grediv wrote

a description and sealed it in an envelope.

Warded against you until when? Thats just an.

He shook his head. No, not warded. He just said, Be sure youre ready before you read this. Ive never heard him so serious, before, so I decided to train more before reading it.

Thats why youre on this journey?

He hesitated a mont, then let out a long breath. No Master Grediv is irritated that I havent opened the letter, so he sent

on this as an eye opening quest to get

to take so responsibility and read the rust cursed letter already.

She quirked a smile. So, how long have you had it?

He shrugged. A few years.

She blinked. Master Grediv thought he was ready to learn the Archon star a few years ago? Huh

He glanced at her. You think I should read it too dont you.

Well yeah. Youre being offered power and a ans to advance. Why not take it?

He sighed and looked away. I dont know if I want to have the Archon star form given to . Im told that the greatest Mages discover it on their own.

She opened her mouth at that, but closed it, feeling an unexpected blush of happiness from the unwitting complint.

But thats not what were talking about now, is it? Youve changed the subject.

She cleared her throat. Fair enough She gestured to her belt pouch. This is my dinsional storage, Kit. And-

Wait, wait, wait You nad your dinsional storage?

Seed reasonable.

Butits a bag.

Dont listen to him, Kit. Youre aweso.

The pouch did not respond.

Mistress Tala

You nad your sword. Why cant I na my belt pouch?

He opened his mouth to respond, then seed to think better of it, shrugging and sighing. Very well.

She then pulled out her hamr and knife. Knife and hamr, each bound.

He looked closely. A repeating hamr? Let

guess: Mister Taps.

She glared. No. I havent nad ityet. She shrugged. I wasnt even planning on keeping it, but it was starved of magic, and I thought it was better to keep it than let it beco just another hamr. Wait, if he doesnt know about the hamr, that ans Trent didnt tell the other Mages the specifics of my accident. She felt an odd sense of gratitude for that.

Rane was still regarding the hamr. couldnt you have put it in an iron box?

She gave him a long look. Wellyes. If Id thought of that. OhIm an idiot. True, that assud that most of its power loss wasnt from using its power, but even so.

He grinned at her. You do seem to be an odd combination of new to this and strangely in the know.

Thats what I do. Search out esoteric knowledge, while forgetting the basics. She shrugged. But those are my bound items.

Terry piped up from where he was curled, squarely in the center of the padded square in the wagons roof.

No, Terry, Ive not bonded you, not in the way he ans. And youre not an item.

Terry shimmied down a little further, letting out a small, irritated squawk.

Hes an interesting one, isnt he?

Tala gave him a guilty smile. Yeah.

Howd you find him again?

He tried to kill , failed, then wouldnt go away.

Terry gave her a truly offended look, and Tala tossed him a hunk of jerky.

Sorry, Terry, I didnt an it like that.

The bird snapped the at from the air and settled back into his restful pose, sowhat 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

that, Ill kill it now.

Terrys head ca 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 mont, 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 mont before glancing to Tala.

Tala sighed and handed a piece of jerky to Rane.

Rane barked a short laugh, rolled his eyes, took the at, 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 monts 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 ti 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 tis, 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 taphors, ok, but you get my aning.

He is Gredivs student. Not really?

He groaned, scratching both of his cheeks at once, as he frowned in concentration. Its like eting 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 ? Wait no. Now, Im getting confused.

He groaned. See? Bad at taphors 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 seed to ponder. Is that really it, or did my taphor ss 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

guidelines. After another mont, she added. Which I am following.

He rolled his eyes but still seed deep in thought. Youre an Immaterial Guideis that it? He was muttering to himself, again. When he spoke more loudly, he seed 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, soone 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, rembering 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

to bridge the quadrants for a long ti. 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 so 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 ti wore on, content.