So call a ssenger. Others call a barefoot runner. And crazy. So call a delivererof ssages. A few people know as [batman]. I think of myself as reasonably sane, but most people disagree. They have a lot of nas for soone like . But the little monster blocking my way just barks.
Dogs. I hate them so much. The mangy dog with off-white fur and brown spots barks again, showing his teeth. Theres a definite growl in his tonehes not just warning , hes telling he will attack given an opportunity.
Thats fine. If he goes for Im kicking him and damn the consequences. Ive always wanted to kick a dog. Im not an animal hater, Im just a dog hater.
Consider my position. I, Ryoka Griffin, am standing in the snow a few miles out from the lovely city of Celum, holding a small wrapped package in my hands as I face down a dog blocking the way towards a house. Its not my fault Im here; Im on a delivery. And I dont want to get bitten.
Ive been bitten by dogs before. Twice, in fact. Both tis while I was running. Back ho, in my world that is, so people like to think their dogs dont need a leash. I respect their opinion, and invite them to share it with the local animal control officer. Dogs who arent on leashes chase moving objects like . And they bite.
Maybe its just my genetics, or sothing in the dogs dont like. Or maybe its because Im often a sweaty, adrenaline-filled unknown threat invading their perceived personal space at high speed that triggers their instincts to chase and attack. I dont know. But all I know is that every person who runs hates loose dogs.
Plus, Im a barefoot runner. That ans Im even more anxious about bites, because I have what is for all intents and purposes, ten bite-sized snacks for a dog to rip off. The sa problem goes for my hands, although I only have eight available snacks for a dog to chew on. A Goblin bit two of my fingers off a week ago. Fun story. Im not keen to repeat it.
The dog barks at again, and this ti growls loudly. I hold still, eting his eyes as he crouches, hackles bared. Hes in my way. I need to get to that house to deliver my package, but the owner hasnt co out and I think shouting will make the dog run at . So. What do I do?
Kick the dog. Thats what about 90% of wants to do. The other 10% is arguing that the dog is only defending his ho and hes innocent and that I should practice restraint. Im not inclined to listen to that opinion, but a fight in the snow against a dog isnt what I want right now. Hes not a big dog; that is to say, not as big as a mastiff or a great dane, but hes not a poodle either.
Hes just a dog. He deserves rcy.
But I really want to kick a dog. Hes going to try and bite the instant I move. Kick first, ask questions later.
And if I kick him, Ill have to hurt him badly which wont go down well with the owner. Not a good idea.
On the other hand, he, or possibly, she, is in clear violation with my longstanding agreent with nature* and I have no desire to find out if he has rabies. Im still not sure if healing potions have the ability to cure diseases.
*The Ryoka-Nature Accord reads as follows: Get in my way and I will kill and eat you.
This is how my day starts. On the whole, Ive had better days.
Hark! Tis a mutt and a lying Human-thing!
Girl versus dog! As good as girl versus Dragon! Will there be more riddles?
And my day just got worse. I glance up as I hear the familiar, high-pitched voices from overhead. Spiraling down out of the grey skies overhead, small, winged creatures laugh and point at and the dog.
I guess you could say they look like small versions of Humans, scaled down, painted blue and given wings. But that would completely, utterly fail to describe these beings. Because they are faeries. The fae. And they cannot be compared to us so easily.
Yes, the Frost Faeries or Winter Sprites as they are known look humanoid. But their bodies are part crystal, part ice. And they have wings, but they are closer to an insects set of wings than an angels. And in every facet of every line that makes up their beings, they are breathtakingly beautiful.
Not just beautiful; otherworldly. To look at the Frost Faeries is to believe in magic, because that is the whole of what they are. Even as I watch, they fly around , laughing and speaking in voices that are also part real, and partly immortal.
Look, sisters! The dog defends its ho!
Lets eat it!
Nae, let us give it a charge! The power to destroy any invaders!
Are there any cats?
They fly around and the dog, poking, throwing snow into my eyes and raining it on the poor mutt. Oh yeah. I sotis forget, but the faeries helpfully remind immortal wonders they might be, but theyre also annoying as hell.
Only, in this case the faeries arrival has an unintended benefit. The dog takes one look at the faeries and runs yipping into the house. I dont know if he can see the Frost Faeriestheyre pretty much fuzzy blobs to anyone in this world thanks to the magic they wieldbut he knows better than to stick around where they can get to them.
Im not so lucky. The faeries fly around , laughing, calling nas, teasing . So land on my hair which imdiately freezes stiff, and others throw snow at my eyes. One drops a frozen beetle on my head.
I think they like . Ive experienced them not liking , and this is still preferable. But it is annoying. I curse and swat at them with my injured hand. The one with three fingers.
Get lost! Im working!
Ooh! Scary! And what if we dont?
Yes, threaten us! What would ye do?
The faeries know I cant back up any threats, so I dont bother making them. I sigh and take my hand away from my belt. I had been grasping another bottle with my finger on the cork while facing down the dog. If kicking didnt work I was going to hit it with a potion full of eye-destroying pepper concentrate, although that would have been animal cruelty.
I can hear the dog that fled inside the house barking in fear, and now he pokes his head out the half-open door he first charged out at from. The faeries throw snow at him and he whines in fear, but, credit where credit is due, he still doesnt want to leave alone.
Barky!
A young voice shouts from inside the house. The door opens wider, and now a girl runs out. Shes maybe eight or nine, and the dog anxiously runs out after her, circling around her. The girl takes no notice of the faeries, but stares at .
Whore you? Are you trying to hurt Barky?
Instantly I regret my kicking-dog thoughts. A bit. The little girl stares at with big, round eyes that creep out.
What are you here for?
Im a Runner. Are your parents around?
A Runner?
She looks doubtful, so I reach into my pouch and pull out a small Seal of my own. The magic tal and stone forged into a circle glints as I show it to the girl. Its proof Im a City Runner; without it she would be right to be nervous.
A Runner!
Thats right. I have a delivery for your father. Is he here?
Nobut I have a Seal! Ill go get it!
The girl runs inside the house. The dog takes one look at us and runs in after her. The faeries and I wait as I shift from bare foot to foot in the snow. After a few seconds the door opens again and the girl runs out.
Here, Miss Runner!
Thanks.
I hand the package over to the girl. She takes it carefully; its bulky and wrapped heavily. I have no idea whats in it, but at least she wont drop it.
Alright then, take care.
Goodbye Miss Runner!
The girl beams at , and the dog barks. I try to smile; fail. Then she looks at my feet and gasps.
Arent your feet cold?
I look down at my bare feet. Theyre resting in the snow which practically covers them, lting the cold ground, but I barely feel a thing. I grin at her.
Nope. Ive got magic feet.
Really?
She gapes at , and I make tracks before she can ask any questions. The dog barks a few more tis as I leave, but Im willing to give him that. So long as he doesnt chase after . I check my shoulders a few more tis, but he stays with the girl.
Good dog. The faeries on the other hand arent quite so well behaved.
Hah! The waif has a loyal dog! Like the king and the Hound of Culann!
What was that she said? Magic feet?
How? Where did ye get them, mortal!
Yes, explain! Explain!
They begin jumping up and down on my head as I pick up speed. I try to ignore them.
Despite the cold air and deep snow, I barely feel the chill as I run away from the farmhouse that I was making a delivery to. In the distance, the relatively tall walls of Celum beckon . Its just past dawn and Ive got more deliveries to make. And Ill make them in record ti thanks to
Explain!
Soone pulls at my hair and I grit my teeth.
Stop that! I dont have magic feet. I drank so soup, okay? Magic soup.
Oh.
The tiny voice on top of my head sounds disappointed. So do the rest of the faeries. I guess magic soup isnt as cool as magic feet. But then I hear another voice.
I want to try so.
too!
Give us the soup, Human!
The soup! The soup!
They begin harassing again. I try not to pay attention as I run back towards the city.
Magic soup. Yeah.
Did I ntion I was in another world?
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After the dog incident, I make good ti running back to Celum. Its not as if I was that far away from the city, and I only had two more deliveries to make in the outer suburbs.
Fun fact: unlike the Drake cities to the south, Human cities may have walls, but their actual population likes to live outside the walls in lovely suburbs that nestle right up against the walls in so places. Its that old dieval-style thod of building that allows cities to house a much larger population. If monsters attack, people just run inside the walls until theyre gone and rebuild if they have to.
I wonder how well that worked in Esthelm. Given that the entire city was pretty much razed, Im guessing there might be a teeny flaw in this system.
But its not my job to give architectural advice to people. In fact, the only words I speak are when people open their doors.
Do you know how early it is? Whore you?
Im a Runner with a delivery. Do you have a Seal?
What? Youre a Street Runner?
City Runner. Im doing local deliveries. Do you have a Seal?
Thatsquick. Normally we get ssages late.
So Ive been told. Your Seal?
Eventually I get the Seal and hand the letter over to the person at the door and run away. Thats what my job is all about. The talking and dodging dogsthats the worst part. Im just in it for the running.
Too bad everything seems to get in my way. Of course, thats my unbiased opinion; what could be more important than delivering letters to people? Guardsn on patrol? rchants and farrs with their wagons?
Bah. All of that is less important than the almighty Runner. I dodge and weave around pedestrians, run down less-crowded back alleys and avoid the hell out of any carts rumbling down the wet streets, all the while being followed by my annoying entourage of faeries.
I must admit, for all I hate their fascination with , they do help clear the crowds. In this world, the Frost Faeries are simply known as strange creatures that help bring the winter each year. Because they cant be heard and barely be seen by the people here, theyre generally treated like natural hazards to be avoided at all costs.
Too bad I can see them. Im still not sure why, but thats led to striking up an odd relationship up with the faeries. Naly, they annoy and follow about hoping I do sothing entertaining.
Like slip. I windmill my arms, but I still smack hard into the ground. The faeriesand so of the Humans walking bychuckle, but I get back to my feet without a word and keep running. I swear that ice patch wasnt there a second ago.
Did you enjoy your fall? Be more careful next ti!
Take care not to slip, Human.
We tripped you! Hah!
Damn faeries. I keep running, ignoring them as best I can. People give odd looks if I start talking to the air in any case.
Ooh. So busy! Too busy to talk!
One of the faeries on my head slaps at my head to get my attention. I grit my teeth and ignore her, although it hurts. Then she pulls at my eyelid.
Screw you! Off!
I slap at her and she flies away, cheering. I guess getting to react counts as a win in her books. Another faerie swoops down and flies around my face, obstructing my vision as she laughs.
This mortal is so busy. Not too busy to play a ga of riddles, though!
Twas not a fair ga, though! She used numbers and lies instead of trickery! Sha!
The other faeries jeer and yell at . I keep a straight face, although the fact that Im being berated by these obnoxious idiots for playing unfair is hilarious. Theyre the most unrepentantly vicious, mischievous, and deceitful creatures Ive ever t, and those are the qualities I like about them.
The Frost Faeries continue to call nas as I run back into the city proper. I get the sense that despite their obnoxious tone, today theyre a bit more annoyed with than usual. How do I know? A bit more ice mixed in with the snow they toss on , and a bit too many pinches and pokes than usual.
Normally the faeries respectwell, theyre equally parts helpful as annoying. Twice as annoying as helpful, but they do have limits. But I think they were disappointed in my ga of riddles with Teriarch, the Dragon, a while back.
Yeah. A Dragon. I can barely believe it, but I did et him. I keep telling myself that, although my only proof is the bag of gold at my side and the book of magic spells. Gods, I still cant believe I walked away with part of a Dragons treasure.
It was a wonderful, magical encounter. But the faeries got mad because instead of having a proper Sagol vs Bilbo ga of riddles, I instead hit Teriarch with logic puzzles from my world. Apparently that doesnt count and theyre mad about it.
Or sothing. I finally get rid of the faeries as I go one place they cant stand: indoors. As I run towards a familiar building, all the faeries hiss and leap off my head. They throw snow at as I open the door to the Runners Guild and slip inside. The building is made with nails of iron and it has iron in general inside; ergo the faeries dont feel welco and dont follow. Their rules are bizarre, but Im glad they exist.
Done with the deliveries.
The [Receptionist] at the counter looks up and gives a smile which I dont return. I hand her the Seals Ive been given and she confirms all my deliveries are done.
That was quick, Miss Ryoka! I gave them to you just an hour ago, didnt I?
I shrug. I was given five different locations. I got to them all, and got the seals. And I did it fast, too.
Yep. Got any more?
The [Receptionist] glances awkwardly at the board of deliveries. I look over there too, and notice so other Runners congregated around it. Only one or two today, though.
Normally, longer deliveries are posted on the board these would be city-to-city runs, the kind I normally do. But there arent many requests or many of the better type of Runner that can avoid or outrun bandits and monstersCity Runnersaround. Thats because of the Goblins. No one wants to run into them, even if none have been spotted on the roads as of yet.
Im afraid were all out of Street Runner deliveries. You and the other City Runners
I glance over and see where the receptionist is looking. The Runners Guild has tables and places to sit, and theyre occupied by an annoyed-looking group of younger Runners. Theyre all Street Runners, by the looks of them. Theyre not as quick as City Runners, and though they might know the streets well, I and the other city Runners can still beat them in speed. Weve been cooped up in the city, and so weve been poaching all their regular deliveries.
Do I feel bad? No, not really. Running, doing deliveries, its all a competition in a way. I run fast, and so I get paid more. Maybe Id try to give them so work if I intended to stay here for a while, but I think this is my last day of running solely around the city.
I turn back to the receptionist and nod.
Fine, Ill co back later. Is Garia Strongheart around?
Miss Garia? I havent seen her yet. Do you want to leave a ssage for her?
Just tell her Id like to talk to her if she cos in. Thats all.
I will do so. Have a good day, Miss R
Im out the door before the [Receptionist] finishes speaking. Was that rude? Yes, it probably was. She was only trying to do her job, but I didnt want to exchange pleasantries. Its a bad habit of mine, and Ive been getting better recently.
But today? Todays a bitfrustrating for . Scratch that, I just woke up so I cant really say its been frustrating as of yet. More like Ive been having problems for the last few days and today its just
I jog down the streets, keeping an eye out for Frost Faeries. Theyre probably bothering soone else right now, but I want to get to my destination before they co back to check on . Sure enough, I spot the familiar building and push the door open.
Unlike the Runners Guild, I hear a babble of voices and find a full house the instant I walk in. Barmaidsthree of thembustle about the room, filling mugs and tankards and serving food to the room full of people eating breakfast.
Thats pretty normal for an inn. But this inn is special, if only because its under new managent. The evidence of that is clear when I stare at what one of the barmaids is serving to the guests.
Crepes?
Yep. Theyre crepes alright, complete with sprinkled sugar, and lots of butter. Not any syrup; I guess its too expensive for this inns budget. But eggs and bacon make this a filling aland food choice aside, I can see that each crepe is golden brown and cooked perfectly.
The small inn Im staying at, the Frenzied Hare, is packed today, just like it was yesterday. Although weve only been in the city for a few days, word has gotten around that theres a new [Innkeeper] who makes great food, and so every day the common room is packed full of people.
Again, thanks to the new managent. Im not sure if she owns the inn, but she acts as if she does and everyone goes along with her because frankly, shes pulling in money by the bagful. I walk into the kitchen and see the mastermind behind todays breakfast flipping a crepe into the air. She holds out a plate to catch it, and it splats into the bowl of batter. I block so of the splatter with my hands as she exclaims.
Ew! I guess [Advanced Cooking] doesnt help with that.
She wipes so of the batter off her apron and licks it. Then she looks around and sees .
Hey Ryoka! Want a crepe?
I wipe the batter on my hands and shirt off onto an apron, suddenly realizing that I probably shouldnt be walking in here with my wet and dirty feet. Oh well.
Ill have so food, Erin. Do you want to have breakfast together or have you eaten?
UmIve made breakfast, but havent eaten. Let just make one last stackI think everyone out there is mostly done! Ill be with you in a bit.
Gotcha.
I walk back out into the inn and try to find an empty table. One of the barmaids whos na I keep forgetting cos over with a plate of crepes.
Anything you want to drink, Miss Ryoka? Or is it just hot water again?
Hot water. And Erin will probably have milk. Shell be out in a bit.
Ill be back with your drinks in a second!
The young woman smiles at and moves over to another table. I start cutting my crepe apart and eating it. Its delicious, and the eggs and bacon I manage to get another barmaid to give are just as good. But my eyes are on the kitchen, and soon enough I see her co out of it.
Erin Solstice. The inn doesnt exactly stop for her, but sohow she makes her own impression on it. As soon as she cos out she looks towards . I raise my hand, but shes intercepted before she even sees .
The actual owner of the Frenzied Hare, Agnes, has a plate of food in one hand and a huge smile on her face. Shes acting as a barmaid rather than as the innkeeper, but she couldnt be happier judging by the look on her face as she sits Erin down at a table. She chats animatedly with Erin and other guests co over.
Thats part of Erins charm, I guess. Shes friendly, open, and frankly interesting. As an [Innkeeper], I gather shes quite high-level, especially at her age. You could call her a prodigy without exaggerating, at least by how this world judges things.
Erin has many Skills in the [Innkeeper] class that makes her useful in any inn she walks into, and in a fight. Shes also got great charisma, which is why I finish two plates of food and Erins drink of milk before she even finishes her first plate. Shes so busy chatting with Agnes and so other people that I have to wait a few minutes before I can even get her attention.
Oh, hey Ryoka! Sorry, I must have missed you! Agnes was just telling I should stay here and help her run the inn forever!
The woman chuckles as she sits next to Erin, eating the crepes.
It would be lovely if you would. Youre such a good cook and frankly my dearyou have such a way about you that even Jerom would be jealous of. Hes still so sickbut even when he gets better I could see you being the real manager of the inn. Why, youre like a second child to not that I had a first. Id so love it if you gave it so thought.
I roll my eyes as Erin smiles and says sothing polite and friendly in reply. A second child, sure. One that can do Agnes job and her husbands without even needing them. Erin is a golden goose and they just want her to stay here and earn them tons of money forever. Even though shes splitting the profits with Agnes, they have to be earning more in these few days than they would in a month.
Maybe Im being too harsh. Agnes looks genuinely happy to have Erin here, and so do the other people. But Im not going to wait until they finish their chat about banal things. I clear my throat.
Erin. Do you have a minute?
She looks up at and nods, while the others look disappointed.
Sure, Ryoka! Let just eat one last crepemm, this is good! You want another?
I shake my head and wait until Erin finishes stuffing her face. Of course, that doesnt an she and I get to talk right away. Agnes, hovers around while Erin chats with herand then so of her guestsand then finally has ti to talk with at a table in the corner.
Whats up, Ryoka? Did you finish your deliveries?
A while ago. But I was thinking today you and I should do more planning. We still need to get you back.
Erins smile, present on her face since the mont I saw her today, fades. She looks at seriously.
Right. We still need to get back. But didnt you say that was dangerous? You told yesterday that leaving wasnt a good idea.
I nod. Erin and I are in Celum, a Human city on the continent of Izril. And while were surviving well enough here, this isnt where Erin belongs. She needs to go back to Liscor, a city a hundred miles south of here, and that is an undertaking which has been bothering since I found her here.
Right, leaving earlier wasnt a good option. The gates were locked for the first day, and we were still getting word of what happened yesterday. But there arent any reports of large Goblin groups on the move today, so if were going to look into getting you back to Liscor, we should start now.
Liscor is Erins ho. At least, thats where her inn is. And her friends. She belongs there, in a sense, and both she and I know it, no matter how much she might enjoy being here.
Erin frowns as she nods and drinks from her cup of warm milk.
I want to go back, Ryoka, I really do. I know Mrsha must be so worried! But Selys can take care of her, and I really do want to finish up my experints with Octavia first.
I frown at Erin. She keeps saying she wants to finish her experints, but over the three days weve been here, shes gone to the [Alchemist]s shop nearly every day.
Arent you done yet? Or cant you finish your work in Liscor?
Maybebut I need Octavias help, Ryoka! She knows all kinds of rare alchemical stuff and she helps with the food.
Magical food. Only Erin would think of it. But it worksshe made a soup that can give partial immunity to the cold. I clench my teeth as I think.
If I had to choose between you going now or laterthere are [Alchemists] in Liscor, Im sure, Erin. And maybe we could get Octavia to co with you? Shed do anything for gold.
Maybe.
Either way, I want to know that we can get you back, so I wanted to visit places with you if youve got ti before you go to Octavias. Theres a market full of magical itemsI want to see if theres anything you or I could use in case we got attacked on the roadand the Adventurers Guild might have a party we could hire to escort us back.
Erins eyes light up at the sound of magical items. Shes still not over magic existing in this world, and neither am I, in truth. She nods eagerly as she finishes her drink.
Id love to co along! Agnes says she can handle lunch, so as long as Im back for dinnerIm sure Octavia wouldnt mind if I ca by an hour or two late.
Im sure she wouldnt. I nod briskly as Erin waves at Agnes to let her know.
Fine. First we go shopping, then well ask about an escort and visit Octavia. Sound good?
Great!
Oh, and by the way, the Frost Faeries are back.
Oh. Um
It takes us a while to leave the inn, but by the ti we do, thirty more minutes have passed, and the faeries are waiting for us as we leave.
Oh look! Its the duo! The food maker and the story teller!
Lets hit them with snow!
Nae, lets demand food and a story!
Erin blinks up at the faeries as I groan. The other guests that ca out to talk and socialize with Erin imdiately decide to go back in as the tiny faeries begin swirling around us again, pulling at hair, laughing, conjuring snow
Hey, do you all want a crepe?
They blink. I blink. But the steaming crepe is in Erins hands and she tosses it up to them. Imdiately, all the faeries begin to fight over it.
Give it to !
No, !
In an instant the crepe is whirled up into the air and bits of it fall down as the faeries fight and devour it, ripping head-sized chunks away and gobbling them down like starvingladybugs. Well, theyre bigger than ladybugs by a good bit, but you get the idea.
While theyre fighting, Erin and I walk off. I see the door open behind us, and to my surprise, a plate heaping with stead crepes is placed outside. I see Agnes waving at Erin before she closes the door and the faeries descend on the food.
I stare at Erin as she smiles, walking beside .
Did you plan that?
Yeah, they like food!
Why didnt I think ofI walk along with Erin, shaking my head slightly. Bribe the faeries with crepes. Its so obvious, and so easy!
Thats the thing about Erin. Its never boring when Im with her. In fact, she might have an even crazier life than I do at tis.
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So, all of these things are magical?
Erin and I stand in what I can only call a cross between a flea market and a shopping street, staring at a rchant as he displays a small selection of old-looking rings, amulets, and even a few neatly tied scrolls.
Like all markets, supply is often matched by demand, which is why finding anyone who sells magical items in Celum is actually a harder task than it might seem. There are very few shops that do permanent trade in solely magical items, and most such rchants roam from city to city to find their clientele.
Erin and I were lucky enough to be pointed towards this [rchant], a man of good repute who offers lower-grade magical items. Hes a richly dressed man wearing countless rings and jewelry that sparkles and gives the impression of magicalthough I doubt the rings do much more than emit pretty colors. The effect is nice, though, and the man himself is quite the salesman, trying to get Erin or I to commit to a purchase.
Frankly, Im not sure Ill buy anything today. Ive got Octavias potions which are quite useful, and I dont have any glaring needs for magical artifacts right now. Im just browsing. Also, from what I understand of how much any kind of enchanted object costs, I can only afford a very basic item even with the eight hundred gold pieces I received from Teriarch.
The man sits on a small wooden chair, watching us with a smile on his face while his two guards watch us and everyone coming near the display with considerably less cheer. Erin stares with fascination at the rings; they just look old and uninteresting to , except for one ring thats visibly sparkling with red light. I guess most magical items are designed not to attract attention.
Ladies, what would you two like to buy? I have quite a small selection todayI was cleaned out a while back, but I believe I have a number of trinkets that could help you with all your needs. In fact, I even have a little potion for romantic
Were not shopping for love potions. Im looking for protection.
I dont want to know if there are actual love potions in this world. The man blinks at .
Protection? Unless you need a weaponno. Are you a Runner?
Well observed.
I lift one bare foot. The [rchant] is eying my un-frostbitten toes, and I can tell he wants to ask about them.
Im looking for a ring of protection or sothing similar. Anything that can help survive a run-in with monsters or bandits.
The man smiles thinly at , and from the way the two guards shift, I can tell theyre amused as well.
Ah, Im afraid you might be under a bit of a misapprehension, Miss. Protection is a very general term. Theres no such thing as a ring that simply guards against everythingat least not outside of an artifact worth hundreds of thousands of gold coinsbut let show you what youre probably looking for in your line of work.
The [rchant] gives a not-at-all condescending smile that makes want to deck him as he selects a ring from the items in front of him. He shows the ring; a slightly cracked circle that feels like its made of stone.
This is a wonderful little trinket that I could sell youfor six hundred gold coins, say? It will deflect arrows for one minute when activated. Arrows will swerve as they fly towards you, perfect for a Runner like you to make their escape.
Whys it cracked?
Erin peers at the ring next to . She touches the ring along the crack and the man practically snatches it back.
Please dont touch that. The magic on this ring is slightlyfaded. Hence the discount. But I can assure you it will last quite a long ti if not subjected to undue pressure.
Like an arrow?
He ignores Erin and smiles at .
How about it? You could weather any storm of arrowsespecially ones shot by Goblin archers. Im sure youve heard about the attack on Esthelm? Tragic. But in your line of work, you cant afford to stay behind city walls, can you? This ring will allow you plenty of ti to escape.
For a minute.
A minute. Yes.
Erin frowns as she stares at the ring. I keep my face straight and try to sound disinterestedI know how to haggle. But Im more interested in seeing how Erin deals with this [rchant]. Im pretty sure I dont even want that crappy ring, but I do want to see the show. Erin points to the ring as she questions the man.
A minute doesnt sound like much. How long does it take to recharge?
He grits his teeth, although hes still smiling.
Two days. But you can always recharge it if you have the gift, and I assure you
And what did you an earlier? Arrows swerve? Does that an it doesnt really deflect them? Wait a second, why would anyone want a ring like that anyways?
My lips twitch, and I even see the guards grinning a bit. The [rchant]s voice is testy.
Its true that the ring doesnt send arrows in the other direction, but it does repel them from your person. If you are running, Im confident the arrows would fail to hit their mark. It would take soone with a Skill to bypass the protection this ring offers, and again, let say for five hundred and seventy gold coins, this ring is a bargain.
I bet Halrac could shoot an arrow that could beat your ring.
Who?
Halrac! Hes this guya [Scout] that I t at my inn. Hes really good with a bow, and hes got tons of Skills. What would happen if he shot an arrow at this ring? Would it work?
The man stares at Erin, brow furrowed.
Halrac? You anHalrac of Griffon Hunt? The Gold-rank adventurer?
Yeah, thats him. Hes a friend of ours. Do you know him?
For two seconds the [rchant] stares at Erin. Then he glances at sothing on his wrist. I look down. One of the gemstones on the mans bestrewn hands is glowing softly blue. Oho. A truth spell on a stone?
At once, the mans deanor changes. He spreads his arms wide, all forr irritation gone in a flash as he stands up, now trying to be very welcoming towards us.
If you know Halrac, thats different. You know, he bought a very nice amulet from a friend of mine just last year? Id be very grateful if youd recomnd my wares to him. And for a friend of Halrac, I could certainly offer youah
Hes clearly trying to figure out what kind of discount and pitch he should give us when I hear familiar voices and groan through clenched teeth.
There she is! Found her!
She cant run away this ti!
Ooh! Is she looking at magical items? Look how shiny they are! And how weak!
They barely glow of magic!
Erin looks around, frowning. Ive already spotted the Frost Faeriestheyre rising in a cloud over one of the roofs. Neither the guards nor the [rchant] can hear the faeries of course, but they see us looking away and spot the faeries. Theyre probably only glowing blurs to them, but all three react when they see the Winter Sprites.
Not them!
The [rchant] exclaims in a loud voice, and one of the guards shouts a warning. Surprisingly, every single shopkeeper on the street suddenly begins to scramble, shouting as they grab at their wares and try to get everything inside.
The faeries fly down, laughing at the chaos as the man grabs at his magical rings and amulets, face suddenly hunted. Erin looks confused.
Hey wait, where are you going? I thought you were going to sell us that bad ring!
The man turns to us, looking frantic.
Look, well do business when the Winter Sprites are gone, alright? If I keep my wares out in the open theyll scatter my goods and chase away all my custors!
He rushes towards the nearest door, his guards grabbing the rest of his goods. Other shopkeepers do the sa and the pedestrians scatter indoors as well, fearing the wrath of the fickle nuisances. In seconds, the street is deserted except for two humans and the faeries.
Erin and I stare up at the faeries. They stare back as they hover in the air, watching us. One of them waves.
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After our short shopping trip in the market, the next place Erin and I decide to go is indoors, where the faeries cant follow. And where we find ourselves is the Adventurers Guild. Erin and I stare around the big room as she whispers to .
It looks sort of like Selyss guild, but not, dont you think? I an, this place is bigger. A lot bigger.
I nod as I stare around the Adventurers Guild in Celum. This place is certainly a lot bigger, and the room has space for up to six receptionists at once, rather than the single desk for two in Liscors guild. I tap on the desk for the receptionist as I ask about hiring a team. She directs towards the adventurers sitting in one corner of the room. Apparently, hiring an escort is done by contacting the adventurers directly, not through the guild here.
I stare at the groups of adventurers sitting together. So are Bronze-rank, most are, probably. And others are Silver-rank, whether individually or in teams. A lot of them look tired, cleaning their equipnt after so mission, and others look like theyre just here to socialize.
Damnit. Which group should I talk to? Whats the standard rate for hiring them? Can I trust a Silver-rank team? I know none of this.
Neither does Erin, but she has an almost insultingly cavalier attitude towards this.
Lets just ask them. If any of them say they can take us to Liscor, lets try it!
You want to just walk over there and ask them about escort duty?
I hate talking to new people. I hate starting up conversations, and this is practically my worst nightmare. But Erin just shrugs at . I grind my teeth.
What do you expect to say? Hey, were looking for a group of adventurers to escort us to Liscor. Know anyone who might be interested?
That sounds good. Why not?
I stare at Erin. Well, it might work.
You say it. I think its best if it cos from you.
Erin nods and begins walking over to the nearest table where two brawny warriors are sitting and drinking together. Halfway there she turns back and looks at with a smile of realization.
You know whod be great, Ryoka? The Horns of Hamrad! Why dont we just ask them?
I blink. Oh. Of course. That would save costs or they could redirect us. I walk over towards Erin, but then one of the adventurers sitting at the table raises his voice?
The Horns of Hamrad? Arent they all dead?
Erin beams at them.
What? No! No, theyve reford, didnt you hear? After they uhthey lost people at the Ruins in Liscor
One of the n snorts. Hes in his late twenties by the looks of him, and hes got day-old stubble on his face.
I heard about that disaster. Four adventuring teams dead and only a handful of survivors thanks to a bunch of incompetent Captains. Youre telling soones stupid enough to keep the na after that? They should have quit being adventurers before they ever went on another mission.
I stop in my tracks and bite my lips. Erin pauses, and the smile on her face freezes. The second adventurer looks at his companion.
Who survived? I heard everyone got slaughtered down there.
At least two made it out. The half-Elf and the Silver Captain.
Ceria Springwalker and Yvlon Byres? I wouldnt join a group with those two even if they were the last team on the continent. Anyone stupid enough to work with them is going to get killed like their last groups.
Dont punch them. I know that. Erins voice is flat.
Theyre both great adventurers. Theyre my friends.
The two n shake their heads at her.
Theyre idiots and cowards who got good folk who trusted them killed.
You might think theyre on your side, but mark my words, girl. Trust them and youll end up with an arrow in your back.
They dont even bother lowering their voices. People at other tables look up as they hear the two n begin to argue with Erin.
Thats not true! Cerias really brave! So is Yvlon!
The half-Elf? I bet she turned and ran the instant she got into trouble. Shes a coward. Calruz was the only real fighter in the Horns of Hamrad.
Take that back!
Erins getting mad, and Im eying the two n seated at their table. They look a lot tougher than the adventurers Erin got into a fight with at her inn. And theyre just talking, not sexually harassing anyone.
But my blood is still boiling. The Horns of Hamrad dont deserve this. They were all brave, and I could tell them that, but what would be the point? The two sneering n clearly dont want to listen; the best thing I could do is kick them both in the face.
I could start a fight
But I close my hand and feel the stumps of my fingers. No. Not here. Not now. We need the help of so adventurers, even if its not them.
I put my hand on Erins shoulder. Shes tense and glaring.
Co on, Erin. Lets talk to soone else.
If you want real protection, Miss, youd best ask us or a real Silver-rank team. Not a bunch of half-wits that cant even slay a few undead.
I have to drag Erin backwards. She glares at , but I manage to pull her back successfully. Five steps. Then I run into soone.
Oh, sorr
I pause as I stare into a familiar, beat-up face. An adventurer pauses with four of his buddies as they walk towards the receptionists desk. All of them look beat-upon; the result of a bar fight they were on the losing end of.
The lead adventurer certainly recognizes .
He takes one look at Erin and begins edging towards the door. Too late. As my grip slackens, Erin pulls herself away. She walks back over to the table with the two adventurers and smiles at them as she puts her hands on the edge of the table.
You should take back what you said about Ceria and Yvlon. Theyre my friends and they did everything they could to keep everyone else alive.
We said exactly what everyone else was thinking, Miss. The Horns of Hamradboth past and presentare a team of fools.
Erin takes a deep breath. Her eyes are wide and she gives them a big smile.
Okay. Fine. If thats the way its gonna be thentable flip attack!
On the whole, I sotis wonder if Erins the more violent one between the two of us.
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Well, now were banned from the Adventurers Guild. At least for a while.
I sigh as Erin and I stump along down the street, followed by a cloud of faeries. Im resigned to them by this point. They fly after us, laughing about the fight. Erin walks behind , frowning.
I dont regret a thing! Those guys were jerks!
Yeah, they were. But now they wont help us if we need to get back to Liscor.
So? Well just get the Horns of Hamrad to do it. Ceria and Pisces and Yvlon and Ksmvr can probably defend us against anything we run up against.
Maybe. But we dont know where they are. I can try and make a trip to Albezor put the word out Im looking for them in other cities, but itll take longer.
Thats fine.
Erin nods, and I glance up at the faeries flying overhead. They lookslightly bored, actually. Theyre still laughing and one of them is dropping a steady stream of powdery snowflakes into my eyes, but the rest are just following along, quiet for once.
Huh. I guess even faeries get bored. I shrug and keep walking.
Im going to do another deliveryto another city probably. Ill be back tonight unless sothing cos up. You okay until then?
Im gonna blow sothing up.
I grin.
That sounds like fun. Just try not to piss Octavia off too much, okay?
I try to drop Erin off at the [Alchemist]s shop, but to my surprise Octavia herself runs out, waving one of her arms at as if its a club.
Ryoka? Ryoka!
Erin walks happily into the shop as the stitch-girl confronts . Octavia looks stressed out, sort of understandable given that shes going to be babysitting Erin all day today. Again.
Hey Octavia, Erin wants to blow sothing up.
The young womans dark skinned face goes pale as she looks back at Erin in her shop. I feel a bit bad, so I try to reassure her.
She probably wont. Shes looking forwards to experinting with new food recipes, Octavia.
Absolutely not! Do you know how much shes cost already? One day was in our agreent. I could see two days, maybe three in light of our past arrangents and for future businesss sake, but four? Erins already cost a small fortune in ingredients, not to ntion all the ti I could be making my own potions. If Ive got to keep helping her out I insist on so kind of reimbursent. I know we had a bargain, but this
I have to take a step back as Octavia shouts and waves her hands at . Looks like shes hit the end of her patience. Damn. What should I do?
I hesitate, then take the most expedient course of action. Octavias ranting slows and stops dead as I start pulling gold coins out of the bag at my side. From the looks of it, it shouldnt be able to hold all the gold thats in there, but its magical. Theres a massive book inside as well, and that still amazes .
Fine. I get it. Heres more money for Erin, okay?
I pour the gold into Octavias hands as the [Alchemist] gapes at . Twenty golden coinspretty darn heavy and glittering in the light, wink up at the girl as she looks from the money to .
Twenty gold coins. Yes, its a lot, but its only a fraction of the money I got from Teriarch. And by the way Octavia goes silent, its a lot more than she thought shed get.
So. Is there a problem with Erin?
Erin? What? Of course not!
Octavia beams.
Erin, my favorite custor. Id be happy tolet just say that as long as she wants to keep working with , Id be delighted to help out. Her achievents really are stellar, and let tell you that I think shes onto a real breakthrough
Glad to hear it. Just get her whatever she wants, Octavia.
I let the [Alchemist] practically skip back into her shop and walk off, shaking my head. The faeries follow , half imitating my shaking head motion, the other half debating whether it would be more enjoyable to watch Erin blow sothing up in the shop.
I dont know. Im glad that Erins happy, and Im fine with leaving her alone to cause havoc in Octavias shop. Shell probably be fine with Octavia to stop her from doing sothing too insane.
But
Im just a bit tired. At the end of my rope, you could say. Its not that I dont have anything to do; Ive got too much to do.
Ti to go on another delivery. I start walking in the direction of the Runners Guild again. I might not be feeling at the top of my ga, but at least I can always count on running to take the stress away.
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Im looking for a delivery to another city, but I cant find any requests. Do you have any?
The receptionist in the Runners Guild looks up at and frowns. She taps one finger against her lips and nods at last.
Wehave the daily letter delivery for Wales if youre interested.
Her hesitation is warranted. No one likes that delivery. I make a face.
Nothing else?
Nothing. Sorry Miss Ryoka.
The [Receptionist] shrinks back slightly in her seat as I stare at her. After a minute I nod.
Fine. Give that delivery.
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I run through the snow, and then onto harder, slippery ground thats been frozen over and not thawed. I frown and run back into the snow. It might be more constricting, but thanks to Erins soup that I took another drink of before I left, its easier to run through the grass underneath the snow than the slippery road.
Im doing the bulk letter delivery to Wales. Itswell, its not exactly anything to write ho about. Or anywhere else for that matter.
Bulk delivery. Just like the post office, letters are taken in and a huge bag full of them is sent off with a City Runner each day to the other cities. Its a standard delivery, and since its so easy, it pays next to nothing.
I havent done it since I started working as a Runner. Where did all the big deliveries go? Do people just not need anything during the winter months? No, that cant be true. Must just be a slow day.
But, like always, Im not alone. A cloud of faeries flies around , watching with heavy-lidded eyes as I run at a good pace through the snow. But all the faces of the faeries arent filled with their usual calculated expressions of glee or anticipation. Instead, they all look bored.
Its actually sort of bugging . I glance around at the faeries. So are frowning, and I rarely see them do that. Why havent they gone to bother soone else? But then one flying furthest from speaks, and I hear her voice clearly over the rushing wind.
No. This is boring. I dont want to do it anymore.
Thats odd. I stare at the faerie who said that. She has a very unhappy expression on her face. She flies into the center of the herd of faeries and raises her voice as she points at .
Youre boring now. Boring. Mortal, do sothing interesting.
Im no ones monkey. Get lost.
I wave at the faerie as she flies around . She blows ice fragnts into my face, making curse and nearly trip as she shouts at the other faeries.
See? She does naught! I wont follow anymore. Not even if a Wyvern flew down and dragged her screaming into the air!
All the faeries look up hopefully. So do I. Nothing. The faerie makes a disgusted sound.
I am done. There are other places to be, other mortals to watch and bother. Not her.
That sounds completely fine to . Why wouldnt the faeries go annoy soone else if Im not entertaining them? Theyve done so before.
But this ti, the faeries words seem to have a lot more significance to them. The other faeries exchange looks, and then begin to argue overhead.
But she wants
Nae, I dont care as well! Weve done this too long!
Yeah! She went to the Dragon and nothing happened!
Im going!
too!
Im staying. No. Wait. Im going too!
Lets go bother a King! Or a Queen!
I want to eat berries in the jungle!
The faeriesbegin flying away. They flutter upwards in a storm of flashing wings and movent. I stare up at them, my heart beating out of my chest for so reason.
Theyre going? Forever? Or will they co back? What they said
I dont mind. Not at all. If the Frost Faeries leave alone, no one will be happier than I
I stumble on sothing in the snow. When I raise my foot, I see blood. Cut my skin on a bit of rock. Damn.
Then I look up, and theyre gone. The sky is clear, and the faeries
The Frost Faeries are gone. The winter they brought remains, but the magic has left. I feel empty. Relieved?
No. Not relieved. Theyre gone, and I dont know why.
I turn back to my run. Dont think about it. Why would they do that? What did they an? How was I boring? Was it sothing I did? What was so wrong about the ga of riddles with Teriarch?
A flash of liquid ice to my left. My head snaps around so fast I hear a crick.
Theyre not all gone. I see a pale blue shape flying in the air beside . A Frost Faerie, easily keeping pace with as I run through the snowy landscape.
One of them is still following. Just one, flying up and to my right, sitting in the air as her wings beat disproportionately slowly to the speed shes going. Just one.
For so reason, the tension in my heart eases. I feel a bit lighter, although I dont know why. I stare at the faerie and nearly trip again. She waves at and grins.
Why is she here? I open my mouth to ask, and then see sothing to my right. Sothing closing in fast.
Instantly, I reach for a potion at my belt and slow as I fixate on that, forgetting completely about the faerie. I see a blursothing racing through the snow, andis that laughter? And I see a pale, pinched face, and catch a glimpse of soone for just one second before shes past , speeding down the frozen road at a pace I could never match.
I co to a dead stop in the snow, my feet lting the snow I stand on as I stare at the already distant figure running past , towards another city.
No way. It cant be. But I say it out loud anyways.
Is thatPersua?
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I have no idea. I think it was Persua. She has that sa sallow* face and annoying complexion as ever, and her running form was crap.
*I know sallow isnt the right word, but Im still using it for her. Pinched is probably a better word, but I like sallow.
But the way she moved! She was moving faster than I wasway faster. How? No, I know how. A Skill. But can it really happen that fast? Persua was the slowest City Runner I knew, even slower than Garia because she took regular breaks. And now
I shake my head as I sit in the small room Ive rented in the Frenzied Hare. Erins got her own room for which Im grateful; I need the alone ti right now.
I finished my delivery. It was an easy thing; I dont even have to track down the individual recipients myself with a bulk delivery. I just hand it over to the receptionist at the local Runners Guild and get my pay.
Easy. And now Im relaxing in my room, using the few hours I have before dinner to do so studying. Not dwelling on Persua; studying.
I sigh and look back at the massive to in front of . A booka magical spell book lies on the table in front of , so big theres nowhere else on the table for to put anything else.
Im studying magic. Thats what Ive been doing every day, while Erin causes havoc in Octavias shop and generally runs about the city. Ive cut back on doing my deliveries to make ti for this.
Learning magic. Learning spells from the to of wonders that Teriarch gave . And how many new spells have I learned today?
Well, none, actually. And how many did I learn yesterday?
None, again. In fact, ever since I opened the book to this page Ive been
Stuck.
I stare down at the page covered with words that are part magic, part language. They shine at , spelling out secrets in the magical language that I can only comprehend at a snails pace. But I can read the words
I just cant accept what they say.
I raise my hand, and take a breath. Its not that warm in my room; theres not exactly central heating in this building, although heat does co up from the ground floor. But its chilly even so, and I opened the window to let so air in, despite the freezing cold outside. None of the windows in this inn have glass, so either I keep the shutters closed and suffocate, or face the weather.
Ignore that. Concentrate. I fix all my attention on my hand and try to push an invisible force into the right place. Let it condense, like rainwater. Make it into a current and push
[Water Spray].
I say the words, and try to use the magic. But nothing happens. I stare at my hand, and say the words again.
[Water Spray].
Again, my hand and the air around it are completely still.
Damn it.
Its not working. I look back at the page in the book and clench my fists. Another failure.
It makes no sense. Its not
I take another breath, and try to exhale slowly. No. Its really not working, is it? I cant figure it out. This
This isnt working.
I stand up and walk slowly around my cramped room. Yeah. Ive been trying to put off this conclusion for a while. Day after day Ive done this, but Im no closer to the answer than I was yesterday. I have to call it. I have to say it.
I cant do it.
This is the real reason why every day hasnt been great. Stress, Goblins, all of my worries are one thing, but I think I could have handled it all if it wasnt for this.
I cant learn magic. I thought I could, but I cant. I got this book from Teriarch, a complete beginners guide to spells that should allow to learn every spell easily and quickly. Hell, I mastered one of the spells in the book in minutes! But I tried reading more spells before I delivered the book to Krshia and itsjust not working for .
The first two spells were easy. I learned a basic telekinesis cantripthe ability to lift things up like Ceria and Pisces do. Nothing fancy, and Id have to really work to lift more than the few snowflakes off the table, but it was easy enough to grasp. And then I figured out how to blow air around, another fun trick. But then I started reading another spell[Water Spray], a very simplistic spell thats probably Tier 0, and I got stuck.
I stare down at the page again. There are no pictures, probably because magic isnt sothing you can just describe in words. But I look at the anings described on the page and I know exactly what must be done.
Let the magic condense, coalesce into a liquid, a real thing. Let it pool and grow, into a current and ocean of its own. Hold it, and then let it manifest as you push it outwards into the shape you desire. Magic is like water, a rushing thing to be guided, but never forced. You cannot force the sea to move, but you can give it a channel
Why cant I get this? Well, because I cant believe it works. Simple as that. I understand how the spell goes and how I conjure water out of the air but
I cant do it. It violates the basic laws of physics. To cast [Water Spray], I need to turn magic into water, anchor it in a form and then use magic to spray it out. Simple.
But I know that its impossible. Magic into matter? It doesnt work like that. It violates the laws of thermodynamics! What about conservation of energy? The water dissipates fast, but does it evaporate or turn back into magic?
And what about fire? How is it mimicking a natural reaction if its burningmagic? Would it still burn in an airtight room?
I clutch at my head. This is all wrong. It should be easy. I get how it works, but now
I cant believe it works. Thats the problem. All the science I know, all the laws of my reality Ive grown up withtheyre telling what Im trying to do is impossible, making doubt what Im doing and ask questions this book cant answer.
And magic is partly faith. It must be. If I dont believe what Im doing will work, it wont work. And I dont believe I can cast this spell. I suppose I just didnt think about it with the [Light] spell and even when I learned to make fire. But making water out of nothing just doesnt
The problem becos a loop of errors in my head as I struggle to convince myself that I can conjure water out of nothing. But it doesnt help. I can try to do the spell, but it wont work. I have to know. I have to understand, and I think
I cant do this.
Not with this book. I stare down at it, wanting to throw up, or throw it through my window. Its so easy to learn with this book. It should be. But because I went to school and studied all these damn lessons about how the world works, I cant believe in these spells.
Education ruined magic.
I dont want to believe thats true, but Ive been stuck on this one spell. I cant move on until I complete itI just cant. Even when I look at other spells, all the doubts that popped into my head from this one follow from page to page.
Maybe if I stare at it longer, sothing will click. [Water Spray]. Magic turns into water, water appears. I cant
Damnit.
Im so miserable and angry at myself I want to put my fist through sothing. A wall, maybe. I clench my fingers on my right hand and stare at the deford fist I make.
Sothing else to add more depression to my day. I stare at the book and my hand.
Today wasnt a bad day. Not really. I did so deliveries. I got to see Erin punch an adventurer in the face. I saw Persua
And the faeries think Im boring. They left.
All except one.
I look out my window. The sky is gray and the rooftops are filled with snow. But is she out there? Or has she gone too?
Shes out there. I didnt even realize it at first. But I see sothing hovering just outside my window. A faint blue shape, holding so still in the air that I didnt even realize she was watching .
A Frost Faerie ets my eyes as I stare at her and nearly tumble out of my seat. She laughs at as I stare at her and feel the wind blow into my room.
Hello?
She smiles at , and floats forwards a bit. The wind is blowing hard, but she doesnt even seem to be affected by the air that blows my hair about and flicks the pages on the spellbook. Shes in a little world of her own, but she stops at the edge of my windowsill.
Oh. Right. I stare at her and the room Im in. Faeries are a bit like Vampires. They cant enter unless invited. Do I have the right? I dont own this inn
But I am renting this room. I cough and clear my throat.
Co in. If you want.
The faerie stares at for a second, and then nods in agreent. She alights on my windowsill and dances into the room, twirling and leaping onto my desk with effortless grace. Her feet leave frost on the wood wherever they touch, and I can sense the chill from her.
The faerie shivers, although I dont. She looks around the room darkly.
Too much cold iron here. Tis not a good place for true magics, or my kind. But then, ye cant even master a few tricks, so the iron doubtless hinders ye little.
Its the first words she says. Not hello or how are you? or even sorry I was spying on you this entire ti. She just jumps into the heart of the conversation like that. I like that about faeries.
You an iron interferes with spells? Is that why I cant master this one?
The faerie shakes her head at as she scoffs at the large to on my table. She steps on one of the pages and kicks the parchnt with a foot.
Pshaw. The magic yon book teaches is only a fragnt of true magic. Ye should know that.
I do. But I dont know real magic. A fragnt is better than nothing.
The faerie nods, and looks at .
True. But you cannot learn even that, can ye? Ive been watching you, and a toad would pick up that spell faster than ye can.
I bite my tongue. But shes right.
I cant figure it out.
And neither will you. You think too much and feel far too little. You look for rules where none exist, and make your own to hold you back. Ye wont learn magic like this.
I dont want to hear that. But the faeries words ring true. I clench my teeth again, butshes not trying to be rude. Okay, shes doing it without much thought, but I know enough about faeries to realize shes being direct with , and as helpful as she can.
Thanks for the advice.
She inclines her head regally. I know I shouldnt ever thank a faerie, at least according to legend, but she doesnt seem malicious. Hell, the faeries know my full na and they havent done anything to .
What do they want? I clear my throat awkwardly again as the faerie looks around my little room. Here I am, with a faerie in my room. I shouldshes the last one. I need to ask questions. First though, make her welco.
Can I offer you anything? Sothing to eat or drink?
Do ye have anything?
No.
Then dont offer, fool.
Okay, off to a bad start. I stare at the faerie as she leaps up into the air at eye height and sits there, as if theres an invisible cushion under her.
Why are you here? By yourself, I an. All of your friends flew off.
They did. They grew bored of ye, and went to find excitent sowhere else.
A straightforward answer. But I still dont get why.
Is it because of Teriarch and the ga of riddles I played with him? Is that why they all left?
In part.
The faerie nods as she scratches at the bottom of her foot with a tiny digit. She yawns widely, showing sharp teeth.
My sisters think twas ill done. They dislike the trickery of numbers, but it is just as good as the trickery of words to .
You disagree?
I like such things now and then, and it was well done to win even in losing. We are not all alike, my kin. Does it surprise you that one of us would like the dance of thoughts as much as the dance of tongues?
No. I should have known not all fairies were alike. I justokay, maybe that was fairly racist. Speciesist? Why is it that the immortal species, Dragons and fae, tend to leave thoughtless and speechless? Its like all of my cynicism and complex questions fade away in their presence. Theres no doubting their presence when theyre in front of you.
The faerie points at sothing close to falling off the edge of my desk. The bag of holding and golden coins sits innocuously; just large enough for a handful of coins at best, certainly not large enough to hold this magical book. But it can hold a huge amount of spaceall my bed covers and two chairs besides, Ive found. After that it just acts like a normal bag until I start pulling stuff out. I havent yet found the courage to put my head inside.
Yon lies your prize for a Dragons duel. Golden coins and a magic bag to hold them. Tis every mortals dream, isnt it? Or did you want sothing else from the old scales and smoke?
I dont know. Did I?
The faerie flies forwards and smacks on the nose before I can blink. I yelp and touch my frozen fleshshe glares at .
Either you did or ye didnt. Dont answer a question with a question, ye prat.
Again, I have to restrain the urge to punch back. Id probably lose, and I know the faeries are prickly. And shes right. Sort of.
Sorry. I dont know what I wanted from him. Maybe I could have asked him to teach magic.
He would have said no. Hes a lazy oaf, that wyrm.
Maybe. But I got most of what I wanted.
She nods, and I fall silent for a second. The real question is burning on my tongue. I have to know, so I ask it.
Why did you stay when the others left? What do the fae really want with ? With this world?
She looks at archly.
Why ask a question you know I will not answer? You want to know more than you should. You ask a question I could not answer with ten thousand words as if it were a simple thing.
Sue . Im curious. Is what I asked too broad? Why are you following ?
The faerie sighs with exasperated patience.
Why do I follow anyone?
I thought you said not to answer a question with a question.
This ti Im ready and I swat at her as she flies at my face. The faerie flips over my hand with nimble grace and kicks my forehead. For a small creature she hits hard.
Smart as an ass, arent ye? I follow and watch ye in case you do sothing of worth. You told and my kin stories, and dared to defy the fates. You bargained with a Dragon, and t one who rules over death. Is there any other mortal I should bother following thats done more?
When she says it like thatI almost blush. I clear my throat. Its so awkward, but the faerie doesnt seem the least bit embarrassed, and that just makes embarrassed. She doesnt lie; she just says what she thinks.
Youve been following for a while, havent you? I thought you were familiarhave I spoken to you specifically before?
She nods and flashes a smile.
Oh yes. I followed you with the others as you ran, and I was the one you struck. I listened to tales of Humans from your world, and it was I who warned you of the armies and led you through the forest. I was there when you cast the bargain, and I accepted the second price. I am surprised you noticed; most beings cannot tell us apart.
I thought so. For the longest ti I just thought of all the faeries as one and the sa, but this oneshe and I have spoken more than I thought. I stare at the small faerie, and feel a sudden connection with her.
So all of your sisters are gone because Im too boring and youre still sticking around. What do you want?
What do ye think I want?
The faerie looks in the eye, practically daring to point out her evasiveness. I dont do that this ti. Instead, I think. Shes not answering because she cant. Or she doesnt want to. So whats the answer?
Maybebecause you want sothing of . Or theres sothing I can do for you?
The tiny faerie rolls her eyes.
Hah!
Okay, thats not it. Then theres sothing else. Or
Could it be you just want to see what happens next?
An obvious answer. I suppose ye are right.
The faerie shakes her small head, disappointed. I feel guilty, as if Ive failed an easy test. But what could she want?
I wish Erin were here to answer. Shed have the damn answer in a second, sohow. Shes better with people than I am. Shed be making friends with the fae in a heartbeatshe could probably befriend a rabid bear.
But theneven shes had problems with the fae before. She told about their scam with the fake flowers. Im really the only person whos dealt with them for a long period of ti. The faeries have hung around , and I even managed to gain their respect.
And this one has followed a long ways. Even when her friends are gone shes stuck around? Why? Thats almost like
Like
A friend.
The faerie looks up at . Shed been busy spinning around in the air, but now she pauses, completely upside down and stares at .
What?
Is that what you want? A friend?
Its a stupid question. And a stupid conclusion to make. Were not in a kids tv show, but maybeno.
Yes.
Friends? Ye would be friends with the fae?
She scoffs at , mockingly. But the tiny fae face isnt as genuinely annoyed as normal, and I see what looks like a smile twitching around the scowl. I grin at her.
Maybe. I wouldnt mind having one of you floating about. I know of a certain hero that did that for quite a long ti.
Im no pet, mortal.
No, but you are interested in . And if youre going to follow about, why not get to know one another?
The faerie lies down sideways on the air and props her head on one hand as she stares at . Seriously, this ti.
Do you know what would happen if ye dared to mingle with the fae? There are laws, mortal. Ones that shouldnt be crossed.
I hesitate. Now I feel like Im being tested. But I can only go on what I know of her. Ive seen so much of the fae, and I think I understand the answer to this question. I nod at her, just as serious as she is.
There are consequences. I know. Dire ones. But wouldnt a friend be willing to risk anything for another friend? Id be honored to get to know you, if youd let .
For a second the faeries face is blank. She stares at from head to toe. And then she grins at .
Good! You finally understand a bit. You are such a fool, you, that I thought yed never figure it out.
I blink at her. But the faerie flies closer, and smiles again.
Ive grown interested in your kind again, after so long. If you want to talk with , I suppose a friend would be better than strangers, eh?
I cant believe it. But suddenly my heart is beating fast, and I feel a surge of passion and life in my chest. I feel alive again.
Iof course. Id be honored, as I said. My na is Ryoka Griffin, but you know that. Can I ask your na or is that wrong?
The faerie considers this.
My namy truest of nasis a secret to all. And ye would not be able to pronounce it even so. But you may call Ivolethe.
Ivolethe. The na rings in my ears for a second. But the faerie isnt done. Carefully, she extends a small hand towards . Its such a small hand, but I extend a finger and let her shake that. For a second, the briefest second I feel coldness, the deepest chill, and at the sa ti a wonderful cool, a refreshing breeze and the taste of winter on my skin. Its not at all unpleasant; I could have experienced that forever. But then the touch is gone.
But the faerie remains. Ivolethe flies back and stands on the table. I stare at her, and see her grin again. Pointed teeth, and a gaze older than the world. Her insectile wings fan out, and she begins to freeze the wood under her feet. But shes here, and she and I are friends.
Im friends with a faerie.
Suddenly, everythings okay again.
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