Kissing Grace to recharge my magic every ti I ran out was… an experience. We got the vines grown, don't get wrong, but I was worn out by the end, and my nerves felt a little frayed.
I didn't tell Grace, but it actually started to hurt after a while, rather than feeling pleasurable. I don't think human bodies were designed to handle that much growth magic over an extended period of ti.
Once it was fully grown, and I'd had a chance to rest, we clambered our way up the makeshift ladder. The climb was a lot harder than I’d thought it would be. I’d climbed ladders before in my life, but when they’re this tall… it was an ordeal. My upper body strength was also not at all what it used to be, thanks to my transformation — even if my legs were now on the thicker side thanks to all the walking we’d been doing.
So, we had to take frequent breaks at each ledge or outcropping of rock we made it to. During those breaks, I'd flop against my new… my new Grace, and just bask in the fact that we were together now. In fact, it was all I could think about whenever I had a mont. People always said that the start of a relationship was intense and passionate, but for , that didn't do it justice. I an, despite how worn out I was from the magical transferral, I still found myself fantasizing about maybe, possibly, getting to make love to her. I was an absolute ss.
When we finally pulled ourselves up and onto the ledge with the road, we were pretty exhausted, and opted to just lay on the grass and rest before we actually got up.
“Let’s never do that again,” Grace wheezed. “I thought I was fit, but that was gnarly.”
“Agreed,” I said with a chuckle that quickly turned into a cough. “Exercise is dumb.”
“No, exercise is great,” she chided . “Climbing unstable vines over a bottomless ravine is not great.”
I made a sound of disagreent and smiled over at her, catching her eye. She rolled her own eyes back at and tried in vain to smother the growing grin on her face.
“You’re a dork,” she accused affectionately.
“Thank you,” I replied gravely, as though accepting so prestigious award. “I’d like to thank… well, Bray I guess.”
“He is probably the one responsible for that… part of your personality,” she nodded thoughtfully, playing along for a second before her smile reasserted itself.
Her comnt, plus her smile, caused to bubble up in giddy laughter, which cascaded into her doing the sa. We laughed together for a good minute before we managed to calm down. I think there must have been a lack of oxygen up here or sothing because honestly our joking around hadn’t been that funny.
As the laughter subsided I sat up and looked about us at the ledge we found ourselves on. We’d fallen into a patch of rough mountain grass that bordered the edge of the ledge — the occasional tree or shrub breaking up the monotony. The highlight of our surroundings though, was a wide cobblestone road that made its way along the center of the ledge.
It would have been a fairly pleasant scene if it weren’t for the dull, muted grey light that filtered through the clouds above us. Instead, the scene was almost eerie, even with the mundane looking wagon train approaching in the middle distance.
“Well, we found the road,” Grace remarked. “And so Obrec too. We should ask them for directions.”
“We should,” I agreed, then gave her a sideways look. “Your Anve has been getting pretty good, you wanna do it? Assuming they even speak it.”
“Oh, um… sure,” she said, not sounding at all sure. Oh dear, this is what happened when you tasked two socially anxious people with approaching strangers. Well, except I wasn't so sure about my own social anxiety anymore.
“I’ll talk to them,” I smiled, reaching over to play with her hair. It was so soft and thick, I wanted to snuggle my face into it here and now.
Instead, I struggled my way onto my feet and began to stretch out all my sore and abused muscles. Maybe we should ask for directions and then call it a day. I could really do with a warm, quiet bath right about then.
When it was close enough to make out details, the caravan train was a little different than I’d been expecting. We’d spent so long in dieval land down in the plains that I expected them to be pulled by horses, but they were definitely not pulled by horses. They were pulled by a sort of strange hybrid between an elk and a mountain lion.
The creatures had long, sinuous furry bodies like a large feline, but their legs ended in hooves rather than paws. Their heads had the familiar wedge shape of a feline too, except that their eyes were situated on the sides of their head to search for predators. In addition, their teeth were broad and flat, indicating that they were predominantly herbivores. The final oddities were the huge antlers they sported that curved back before flaring out, and the massive fluffy tails that swung low for balance behind them.
The wagons themselves caused to bark a laugh that was quickly stifled. They had suspension. Turns out people on this ring knew about a comfortable ride after all, the humans were just predictably lagging behind. The wheels also had what looked like a chanism to extend tal spikes out to hold them in place on an incline. If I was honest, it looked like the obrec were quite a lot more advanced than the local branch of humanity was.
As they approached, I noticed that they ca in two groups, the first being the people who were obviously the rchants, while the others were guards wearing ornate armour. My first thought was that the armour looked heavy. It was full plate, each individual section of which had been stained a dull bronze colour and carved with celtic looking whorls and knots. Their helts were sort of like a barbute helm, with a T-shaped opening at the front, although they had holes for their antlers to stick out at the top, and a complex opening chanism to keep the head enclosed and protected.
All in all they were pretty damned intimidating, and I felt my courage waning by the second. I was ant to just… talk to these people? Oh dear.
The guards saw us pretty quickly and there was a whole lot of talking between them as the wagons slowed to a stop. For a mont I was confused, until I glanced at Grace, who’d stood up beside , and noticed her hair and eyes. Right, we were both quite clearly magical — her being far harder to read, while I was definitely a Naless Garden mage.
Slowly, with their helts removed, two of them approached us, one man and one woman. The woman was tall and almost handso in a feminine way, while the man was a little smaller, looking lithe and quick despite the heavy armour he wore.
Glancing between themselves for a mont, they stopped, and the woman spoke up. “Greetings Mages. What is your purpose in blocking our path? We wish to pass in peace.”
“Um, hey,” I said awkwardly, a little intimidated by her formal speech. “We’re not blocking you, it’s fine… we just wanted to ask which way it was to Millowhall. We uh, got lost doing… magic things.”
The two armoured obrec glanced between one another again, and this ti the guy spoke, “You… got lost? Doing… magic stuff?”
“Yeah,” I said with a sheepish smile. “It’s a long story. Is it okay to uh, get directions? Please?” I asked hopefully.
“A mage with manners?” the woman muttered, a confused frown crossing her face for a mont. “Yes, directions are… acceptable. We are heading towards Millowhall now, there’s a tunnel up ahead that takes you there. It’s not far.”
A mage with manners huh? Our kind really had made a na for themselves, and not in a good way.
“Oh, thanks,” I smiled, turning and raising an eyebrow to ask if Grace caught the conversation. “You understand that?” I asked in english.
“Yup,” she grinned. “The chick was a little harder to understand at the start though.”
“Yeah she was using really formal speech. I think she expected us to be the super uptight noble sort of mages,” I explained.
“Mages?” she asked, before she realised that yeah, she at least looked like vaguely like a mage now. “Oh right.”
“Where are you from, if you don’t mind us asking? I don’t even recognise the language,” the guy inquired, glancing between us like we’d just been dancing naked.
The woman whipped her head around to stare at him like he was crazy, then over to us fearfully. When we didn't explode into indignation, she relaxed. Man, I needed to make a na for myself so that folks would see a magenta-haired mage and go, oh, she's a nice one.
“Oh, um… Avonside. We’re from the Order of Eleos,” I told them, feeling a little weird claiming to be from so organisation that was actually just five people.
“Wait,” the woman blinked. “I’ve heard that na before.”
“They’re the ones that so of the mages back ho were talking about. Eilian the Golden ntioned them during one of those grove parties they have, I heard,” the guy replied, looking at us with interest now.
“Ah, yes,” she exclaid, a grin forming on her face. “The ones who wounded Lord Fennelsothing. Whatever his na is. The neerdowell from down the mountains.”
“Oh yes,” he nodded. “Did you really do that?”
“Yeah, our leader shot him with a uh… ranged weapon,” I nodded, a smile forming on my face. I liked having that reputation, it was a fun one. The people who roughed up the asshole murderer cuntface dickwad.
“Well done,” the woman nodded happily. “That crumbled bastard has hunted down half our allies in human lands, now there's talk of closing the borders and fortifying the passes. It’s like your kind has collectively gone mad— Ah, no offense to you fine ladies, of course.”
“Not our kind,” I shook my head. “We co from…” I paused, discreetly casting the ring location spell before pointing, “That way. Avonside is a whole lot different to Anve and Aberlands.”
“Interesting. We're not much fan of imperials, either, but at least they keep order.” The woman pondered.
The guy laughed a soft, almost feminine laugh and said, “Their stone is good, so we can't complain on that front, either.”
Their stone? What? The obrec did not have a lack of stone.
The woman smiled down at her companion. “Aye, trade is good with them.”
Then, she turned her attention to us with a gentle, but calculating look. “Would you both like to ride with us into the city then? Sitting on a wagon is much easier than walking. Unless, you have a better thod of transport — being mages and all.”
“Oh! No, please, that would be great,” I said thankfully, my legs crying out in song at the impending relief. “My legs are killing — we've been doing this the old fashioned way.”
“Excellent. I’m rwig Thistlescar, but you can call r, and this is my brother, Otho Thistlescar,” she smiled happily. “We’re Stonechaser clan. Co on back to the caravan.”
“Thank you,” I said, giving them both a smile as I shifted to indicate my companion. “This is Grace and I’m Ryn, nice to et you!”
The two obrec turned and began to walk back to their wagons, making enthusiastic gestures as they went. Grace and I shared a puzzled look but followed their lead, wandering along cautiously behind them. We’d been told that the obrec were odd, but so far we’d just t Eilian, who’d been mostly normal, if a little flirty and eccentric. The way these two had done a one eighty into friendship mode the mont they heard sothing good about us though… that was different.
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