Chapter 86: A Taste of Human Blood_Millennial Mage

Chapter 86: A Taste of Human Blood

 T stared at her friend, still in a bit of a daze.

 Lyn seemed to be examining the floor in front of T. I hope you know: Im pretty sure we cant clean that.

 T looked down and saw an irregr circle of blood around the stub of her finger. Just the blood that had been in that piece of digit when it was cut free.

 The rest had been kept in her body. T groaned. The slight tang of copper was in the air, along with something that seemed to tingle her nose unpleasantly. Did she try to use a harsh cleaner on it? That didnt make sense. Lyn wouldnt have left the finger bit in the middle if she was trying to clean up the blood.

 She seemstoo unemotional? Lyn was still sitting back, stoically regarding T and the mess shed made. If we cant, youre buying me a new rug.

 T swallowed, licking her dried lips. The rug looked well made. That could be expensive

 Lyn sighed, handing her a cup that was full of clear, cool water.

 T took it reflexively, drinking feverishly. Before she was really aware, shed downed the whole thing. She pulled it back from her lips, letting out a satisfied gasp, pulling air back in with a great gulp. Shed been drinking so fast, she hadnt kept breathing. After that, she felt recovered enough to speak. She smiled up at Lyn. You seem to be handling this well. She gestured towards the fingertip.

 Oh? Lyn looked anything but pleased, even as she refilled Ts cup with a pitcher. Well, I had a bit of time after I came out of my own meditation to startle, scream, puke, clean that up, and critically examine my housemate.

 Oh! Its vomit. Im smelling the lingering scent of vomit. It was that bad? T swept her gaze over the area near where Lyn had been sitting. She could see a slightly discolored portion of rug. Normal people wouldnt be able to see it, but T could without difficulty. That was a lot of puke.

 Lyn red. I came out of my meditative state, having sessfully forged my star, only to find you holding a bloody knife, unblinking eyes locked on the magical matrix that remained behind after you cut off your own finger.

 T didnt meet her gaze, instead looking down at her hands, which still held the iron vial. Just the tip. She was not petnt. She didnt feel petnt. Not one bit. Besides, Lyn wasnt her mother.

 Out of the corner of her eye, T saw Lyn cock an angry eyebrow and intensify her re. You cut off your own finger, in my house. Her lips werepressed into a hard line.

 T swallowed to clear her once-again-dry throat, took another drink when that didnt help, and looked up at Lyn. Im sorry? Is that what she wants? Its not like I enjoyed cutting off my finger.

 You rusting well better be. Lyn folded her arms over her chest, leaning back with a huff. Shed crossed her legs as well. You know. At first, I thought you were just ignorant. Then, I thought, You know, shes a bit reckless. But thats not it, is it?

 T leaned back a bit, just blinking at her friend.

 No. You genuinely dont care if you die, do you?

 Of course, I do. Why else would I focus so much on my protections?

 Oh, you consciously want to survive, but thats the only part of you that seems to.

 It was just a fingertip, Lyn.

 Oh? And when you broke your brain and were unconscious for four days?

 Well, I was-

 What about when you decided to modify your Gate with your will, ignoring fundamental lessons that I know you were taught.

 Wait a moment, that was-

 And, lets not mention all the stunts you pulled on your caravan journey. Do you have any idea how bad that looked for me?

 I did my job.

 Lyn leaned forward, dropping her hands to her own knees. Are. You. Serious.

 T pushed back a little further.

 You should be dead. If some part of yourself wasnt as obsessed with survival as the rest was in trying to kill you, youd be dead a dozen times over.

 II dont know if I followed that.

 Lyn just red. After a long moment, the older woman took a long breath and exhaled in something that reminded T of a silent scream. Sheposed herself. Stop being reckless, please. Please.

 T did not trust herself to respond verbally. So, instead, she just nodded.

 The exchange seemed to have woken Terry from where hed been sleeping in the corner. He rose to his feet and shook himself, his feathers adding aforting rustling sound to the otherwise tense silence. T smiled at the bird. Terry?

 His eyes were fixed on the bit of finger.

 Lyn shifted, now more ufortable than angry, the avian having sessfully distracted the older Mage. Hes been staring at that, whenever he wasnt sleeping, since I finished. Likely before that, too.

 But he didnt eat it. Huh, the bird has some restraint.

 He looks like he wants to

 Should I let him? T did have to do something with the fraction of a digit. But, is that a bad precedent? She groaned. I really dont care enough, right now. He seems to really want it. Go ahead.

 Terry flickered, and the finger was gone. The bird shook himself happily and blinked to her shoulder, where he settled down, seemingly asleep once more.

 Lyn closed her eyes, turning her face away and looking a bit green. Gross. It was barely above a whisper, as if she were afraid talking normally would bring up more bile.

 T cleared her throat. Distract her; shes vulnerable to cementing the topic change. Sooooo... You finished forging your star? She smiled, hopefully.

 Lyns eyes opened, then narrowed. Welle back to this; dont think youre off the hook. Even so, she took a deep breath, then smiled. But, yes! She pulled out her small diamond sphere, which positively zed with power to Ts mage-sight. What do you think?

 I think its less than half the strength of the one I made. That looks awesome.

 Lyns shoulders sagged, just slightly. you think its weak.

 T sat up straighter, eyes widening. What? No. Its great!

 Lyn rolled her own eyes and sighed. Dont patronize me, Mage. I know I made a bottom-of-thedder Archon star, but I rusting made one. I made one in five hours. There was fire in her eye. Not literal fire, though T didnt doubt that Lyn could manifest thermal energy within those orbs to create such. Probably a bad idea, though.

 Yes, obviously. That is impressive, beyond what all but the best Mages, your age, could produce. Well, without a Way, at least.

 Now youre just being insulting. Before T could say anything further, Lyn shook her head. Doesnt matter, T. I know what Ive made. She held out her hand. Lets see it.

 Hmmm? T turned a bit away, giving a half smile.

 Dont be coy. Give me the vial. I want to see what sort of abomination you created for your star. I couldnt get a good look at it while it was still in what remained of your finger. My mage-sight isnt precise enough. Lyn shook her hand slightly to add emphasis.

 T grinned, holding out the iron vessel for Lyns inspection.

 Lyn took the vial, activating her mage-sight as she unscrewed the cap. She looked in and instantly re-covered it. Thatsblinding.

 Does your mage-sight not adjust?

 Yes, T, of course it does. That is required. Her tone was long-suffering, and her look one of weariness.

 Fine, fine. T waved her off.

 Lyn shook her head, carefully re-opening the vial. Once her mage-sight had had time to adjust, she simply stared down into the opening.

 Sooooo? T was quite curious what her friend thought.

 Lyn sighed. Well, this citys going to have two new Archons, alright. She capped the vessel and tossed it back.

 Three. T held up her left hand with three fingers raised, while her other tucked the vial away into Kit. Master Rane said he was ready, too.

 Right! He said he was going to get us registered for evaluation and elevation. Lyn smiled contentedly.

 What? When? I dont remember himing in She didnt remember Lyn vomiting, either, but even so.

 He was here like an hour ago. He saw my star and stared for a long time at themess that was your finger, at that time. Then, he said he would get it sorted.

 T grunted. Well, thats kind of him. Heing back?

 Lyn shrugged. Probably.

 T pursed her lips and frowned.

 Lyn gave her a searching look, then burst outughing.

 What?

 She keptughing.

 Come on, Lyn. What?

 Lyn reined in her mirth. I can see your mind working, little T. She snorted anotherugh.

 Oh?

 You are trying to decide if its rude to get food without him, and if it is, if being rude would be worth it.

 T blinked in surprise. That issurprisingly urate. Huh.

 The answer is: Yes, it would be rude, and no, it wouldnt be worth it.

 She groaned. But I missed lunch.

 And hes been insanely helpful. Dont be utter pyrite.

 T growled irritably. Fine. Well wait. T did her best to keep topics frivolous, until then.

 Thankfully, they didnt have to wait long before a quick, firm knock on the front door preceded Ranes entrance. Hello?

 Come on in, Master Rane. Lyns tone was weing, and she stood to greet their guest.

 T reached a hand up towards her friend. Help me up.

 Lyn gave T a bemused look. Not mentally recovered?

 What? T hesitated. Oh She felt a bit foolish. Right. She leveraged herself up, careful not to hit any furniture. This is a bit inconvenient. She really needed to remember that she was heavier than she had been, and by quite a lot.

 You could release that Im really not sure why you would want it constantly maintained.

 T shrugged. Im going to give it a good try. Ill consider removing itter.

 Before Lyn could respond, Rane came in and broke into a broad grin. Youre cognizant again! He nced to Lyn. Did you wipe her face? The drool is gone.

 T colored, swiping her lower jaw with her sleeve, even though that was obviously not needed. I was drooling?

 Lyn cleared her throat. That is hardly relevant. Well?

 Rane grinned. I got us all registered. Mistress Lyn, you will be seen mid-morning, tomorrow. He held out a small piece of thick paper. That contains the details of the location and exact time. He then nced towards T. Were scheduled forter in the day, after our morning with the Guardsmens Guild.

 T gave a slight bow. Thank you, Master Rane. I trust you know the details?

 He shrugged. Yes, but I should give you this, anyways. I go just before you, so you might not want to arrive early, just to wait around.

 Either way. She took the proffered informational card. It was a thick, cream-colored paper with a somehow-metallic, ck ink.

 Rane cleared his throat. They asked that I pass a single instruction along.

 Lyn and T turned their full attention to him, each lowering the card theyd been examining.

 We are not to discuss the process of forming our stars, or anything around such, until after our evaluation.

 T shrugged. Fine by me. Well be better served by eating.

 Lyn frowned. Why not?

 No idea, but they were quite insistent.

 T waved dismissively. Well have plenty of time to talk about it, tomorrow. Right now, were all hungry, yes? She looked to each of the others, and they nodded in turn. So food?

 Rane chuckled. Yes, food.

 * * *

 More than two hourster, they were each finishing up their dinners. Rane had insisted on paying, in celebration of the two womens aplishment, and the two hadnt protested the kindness. Rane had even bought a whole roast chicken for Terry.

 Terry had epted the offering with stoic consumption.

 Theyd all stared on in fascination as the obviously too small Terry had swallowed the chicken whole. The other two had refrained frommenting, but theyd seemed to keep a closer eye on the bird, after that.

 T knelt beside the table, content, Terry seemingly asleep on her shoulder. Rane and Lyn did not give her grief about her inability to use a chair, though they both let it be known that they thought it a bit silly.

 Lyn, now finished, acted a bit overfull, leaning back as if to take pressure off her stomach.

 Their table was outside, set a bit apart from other groups, which hade and gone through the evening. There was a chill to the air, but the patio had several regrly spaced, cast-iron woodstoves, which more than took the edge off the cold.

 The stoves, themselves, were mundane, seeminglypletely devoid of magic save the standard traces found in all things. They seemed to have been designed for incredibly efficient use of fuel, and towards that end, T had only seen a single one of them require more wood, and the attendant had only added a single, medium-sized chuck. Its fascinating what can be done, even without magic.

 The meal had been extravagant. Roast turkey, with the skin crisped just right, and honey zed ham that fell off the bone came together, served with a thick, smooth, brown gravy.

 Steamed peas and carrots were seasoned to perfection; dinner rolls that were light, fluffy, and hot from the oven; and mashed yams that seemed too thick and creamy to be real were all coated by exactly the right amount of butter in apaniment to the meats.

 There had been some sort of casserole made up of alternating apple and sweet potato slices, marinated and baked covered in a brown sugar brandy sauce.

 The final side had been some sort of twice baked cornbread. Apparently, in times past, it would have been cooked inside a turkey or chicken, but these days it was made on its own. Oh, by the stars, stuffing is the best thing Ive ever eaten. She especially enjoyed it smothered with gravy.

 T wasnt sure if her new favoritism would hold up after she ate her next meal, but she didnt really care. The celebratory feast had been perfect.

 Rane wiped his mouth with his napkin, sighed happily, and cleared his throat. So, it seems we are, all three of us, quite special Mages.

 Lyn grinned, swallowing herst bite of dinner roll with butter. Dont you forget it.

 T cocked her head, though, a bit confused. Oh? I know were all a bit young, supposedly, but thats not that special. Is it?

 Rane nodded, as if happy to exin. Even among those who can create an Archon star, most dont understand the form well enough for any sort of efficiency. Without a well-established Way, and a good mental construct, even a top tier Mage can take more than two days to make a barely eptable star, and most Mages arent top tier.

 T frowned. But why would a top tier Mageck those things? That makes no sense.

 Rane shrugged. Many of us are stubborn. His smile shifted to one that was a bit self-conscious. I, for one, wanted to do it on my own. Only you, Master Trent, and Master Gredivs persistence convinced me of my folly. And hear me when I say that Master Grediv was not one to allow too much self-assurance.

 Lyn sighed wistfully, nodding. My master had to practically strong-arm me into taking the notes on Ways and the Archon star spell-form. Id assumed that Id just figure it out, if I ever needed or wanted to. And even with the notes in my possession, I didnt even consider using them until you and Mistress Hollyencouraged me to.

 T grunted. That seems pretty foolish. When both her tablepanions looked at her oddly, she raised both hands. No offense!

 Rane snorted, and Lyn barked augh, shaking her head.

 Im sorry I didnt mean that, how it came out.

 Rane ruefully. I know that feeling.

 Lyn sighed in mock resignation, shaking her head again. In any case, despite the best intentions of masters for their magelings, most end up going it alone and without true guidance, thus taking much longer to create inferior products.

 Ts eyes were twinkling, but she didnt say anything, and she did her best not to smile.

 Lyn red. Im not just talking about power level, T. Mine is no ignorant Mages construct.

 T did smile, then, but refrained frommenting, her mind already contemting something else. She tried to imagine making an Archon star without the void-channels, or even the void, and shook her head. Doing it the standard wayThat would have taken me ages. She smiled at Lyn. Thank you, again, for sharing your masters wisdom.

 She shrugged, her irritated expression fading into an easy smile. From what I understand, books detailing the Ways will be freely avable to us, after our raising. I just gave you the insight a bit early. She winked.

 Precisely. T beamed. And thank you, Master Rane.

 Oh? What for? Rane had jumped a bit at being suddenly addressed. Had he been falling asleep? He did look quite drowsy, eyes half closed, a happy little smile pulling at his lips.

 Food, she gestured at the empty tes stacked before her, scheduling our evaluations, discussing the Ways with me, and for waiting for us to be ready to be raised alongside you.

 He gave a small smile, clearly pleased with himself. Well, Im d to have been of help.

 Lyn added her own thanks, and Terry woke briefly to thrum a happy chirp, as well.

 Well, you are all most wee. He was sitting a little straighter, now. Clearly, he was still tired, but he was contented, nheless.

 T stretched, twisting first one way, then the other. Terry ignored the movement. We should get some sleep. Its a big day, tomorrow, and todays been full. She hesitated, a thoughting to her from the depths of her never-ending to-do list. Though I think Id like to swing back through the Constructionists guild again, on the way home.

 Rane stood. As fascinating as Im sure that will be, I should get some sleep. He yawned, and T noticed, once again, that he looked weary. His eyes werent quite as bright as they usually were, and his face seemed a bit less animated. His shoulders rounded a bit, and his posture suffered now, even if just barely.

 T gave him aforting smile. I hope you sleep well. Ill see you tomorrow?

 Bright and early. He smiled through his tiredness. Good night, Mistress Lyn, Mistress T.

 Terry lifted his head, looking at Rane.

 Rane noticed and gave a half-bow, conveying the utmost seriousness. Good night, master Terry.

 Terry shimmied, scrunching lower as he tucked his head down. He let out a happily dismissive squawk and feigned sleep once more.

 Rane whispered, clearly hoping T would hear. Every day, he proves that hes more intelligent than Id have guessed, by a long shot. Please be careful? Once beasts like that get a taste of human blood, its hard to rein them in.

 T chuckled nervously, looking away. Yeahof course. Blessedly, Lyn didntment, though she just might not have heard. T cleared her throat and stered on a smile, once more. Good night, Master Rane.

 Lyn sighed, shaking her head and not looking at T. Good night, Master Rane. Rust, she did hear that

 Rane left without a backward nce, though he did give an offhanded wave as he left the restaurants patio.

 Lyn wiped her mouth onest time as she stood. Shall we go?

 Do you want toe with me? T stood as well, not disturbing Terry with the careful movement.

 It isnt too far out of the way, and Im curious what youre going to do this time.

 T smiled, feeling genuine affection for the older woman. Ill be d to have you along, then.

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Chapter 86: A Taste of Human Blood