Chapter 184: Surprisingly Reasonable_Millennial Mage

Chapter 184: Surprisingly Reasonable

 T, Rane, Lyn, and Kannis talked and atete into the night.

 Well no, thats not right.

 T and Terry continued to eatte into the night. Rane, Lyn, and Kannis simply talked.

 They mainly talked about their growing up years, or Kannis asked the Mages about their lives as such.

 Both T and Kannis studiously avoided discussing their days at the Academy, and the others seemed to key off that.

 -Youll have to talk about it eventually.-

 I know. You know I do, but not tonight.

 When they reluctantly decided to call it a night and end the impromptu, little celebration, Kannis looked to be on the edge of falling asleep where she sat.

 As it turned out, theyd been able to find a little all-night, dessert, and coffee caf. It seemed to cater mostly to Mages, but a not-small portion of their customers were clearly mundanes.

 The smell of coffee had almost overpowered Ts willpower a few times, but while T had been tempted by the alluring aroma, shed only indulged in the desserts.

 The caf wasnt closing, and they were hardly the only people in the establishment, but the night was gettingte, and Lyn and Kannis had work in the morning, and Rane and T had a lot that they hoped to do, as well. So, with a little collective prompting, they got moving.

 Rane walked with them all back to their house, and thete hour,bined with their collective tiredness, left it a silent walk through the crisply cold, city night.

 Thankfully, more snow had fallen earlier in the night, creating a thinyer of reasonable traction atop the treacherous, frozen slush. Thus, it was a more pleasant walk than it might otherwise have been.

 Street clearers would likely be by in a couple of hours with hot, salt-water incorporators. All of the benefits, none of thesting vegetative damage.

 T had seen them work as a child, but shed never really understood that it was simply Mages using devices to aplish the task. One of the easy, useful tasks avable to Mages who dont want to hold down a regr job, this time of year.

 From what shed seen on various job boards, and what t had looked up for them, it paid about ten silver for a nights work. Not a lot, but still quite a good wage for non-guild-affiliated workers.

 But that wasnt really pertinent. The next day would besomething. If it takes the hook, I could be rid of that monster once and for all. She hesitated, then corrected herself. Humanity will be rid of him.

 The four continued to walk, and Terry continued his seeming perpetual nap on Ts shoulder, as she continued her contemtions of the next day. As she did so, she realized that she really wanted to convey some information to Jenna. Therefore, she had asked t to update Jenna on what shed done towards spreading awareness of her venture, and thepanion shed have for the following day.

 Surprisingly enough, Jenna responded almost immediately, simply adding, Noted. to the Archive document they both had ess to.

 -At least she knows we did our part spreading awareness.-

 Yeah. That was a little awkward, asking everyone if anyone wanted to joinI havent felt so out of ce since I was back at the Academy

 -Didnt expect Cazor to say yes.-

 Yeah, that threw me off a bit, too. She clicked her tongue behind her teeth for a moment, then shrugged. Well find a way of telling him whats going on tomorrow, before we leave. It would be pretty awful to drag him into what might be a high-power fight essentially blind.

 -Kit should do for that. Invite him in?-

 Yeah, that should work.

 Before any of them really knew it, theyd arrived, and Rane bid them all goodnight at their front door. Lyn fumbled for her key for a moment before T snorted augh and easily pulled her key from Kit.

 Kannis was a bit unsteady on her feet. The girls had a big day.

 Even so, the mageling gave Ts key a puzzled look. Is thatiron? She shook her head. What am I saying, of course its iron.

 T just grinned as she quickly unlocked the house and let the three of them in, out of the cold.

 Id not considered it, but Lyns hooked into the city for heat, too. Her family had usedmps and a wood stove for light and heat, while T was growing up. Probably cheaper, after the initial expense. If she remembered correctly, several officials had offered to do the instation, but her father had always refused.

 Part of his desire to do it on his own or some such. Didnt keep him from making me pay his debts

 -Thats right, T. Think on it. Build up what you want to say.-

 T sent a mental re towards t.

 Not having to take of coat or boots, she walked in first and went straight back to the back hallway. With a casual motion, she pulled Kit from her belt and tossed it against the wall, where itnded silently and grew into a door that fit the space perfectly, looking for all the world as if it had been there since the house was built.

 Ironically, or maybe very deliberately, the door didnt blend in in such a way as to fade from notice. Instead, it stood out in a manner thatplimented the other doors, and the hallway in general, making it seem as if the space would actually be worse off were the door not there.

 Of course its always been there. No one would be foolish enough to have this space without having put in this keystone part of the design.

 -It is almost deviously perfect.-

 They agreed on that. The syphons abilities were potent; its primary goal of non-detection still integral in their use.

 Lyn and Kannis came down the hall as T was stepping through the new door, into her dimensional storage.

 The younger woman paused, whispering to herself in half-conscious confusion. I dont remember that door being thereHow did I miss that?

 Lyn gave her an odd look, seeming to have not heard the girls words, but noticing the direction of her attention and the interest and confusion directed that way. Where did you imagine T was going to be sleeping?

 Iuh Kannis didnt seem to have an answer for that.

 Good night, you two. Sleep well. T stuck one hand back out the door and waved.

 Night! Both replied almost in unison, as T closed the door, shutting out the rest of the world.

 Now, I just have to do my evening training.

 * * *

 T woke after a deeply restful sleep, the red-orange light of sunrise bathing her in the beauty of another dawn. She honestly didnt care that it was illusory; she loved it more every time she woke to her own, private vista.

 Only three hours tonight? She unconsciously knew how long shed slept; it was as easy as blinking.

 -The new set of spell-forms have fully settled in. Dont expect your required rest to get any shorter, at least not with this set of inscriptions.-

 Not even with the ironpounding and increasing my power-density?

 -With these scripts, the increased density wont matter. Youre hitching more oxen to the front of a lightly loaded wagon. Its not going to make a difference until you have a heavier load to pull.-

 That made a lot of sense, and Holly had expressed that many of the ones that T currently had were parts of various series of physically enhancing script-regimens. You knowI wonder if this is Refining?

 t grunted within Ts mind. -No? It might be a precursor to it, though.-

 Ahh, like strengthening the body so that the impurities can be stripped from you without destroying us?

 -That would be in the vein of my guess.-

 It sounded like a good guess, if T was being honest.

 T moved through her morning routine, only hitching during the perspective portion of her aspect-mirroring, as she had in the past.

 It was nauseating and dizzying in the extreme, even when she restricted the mirroring to a singr external perspective, alongside her own.

 Still, like everything else, she was improving. t helped with that too, slowly modifying and tweaking her exercises of all types to better match how T could and would learn and grow.

 Honestly, T could have done that for herself all along, but it would have taken time and a lot of deep analysis and someparative study. Now, t did it for her with rtive ease and speed.

 -You know, its not actually that easy, but I dont have to maintain any of your day-to-day activities. So, I have a lot more free time.-

 Well, thank you. I appreciate your efforts on our part.

 -Your improvement is my improvement.-

 She had soonpleted her morning tasks, save for the bath.

 Cleansing was going to be difficult with the iron body paint. She didnt really need the bath, except for her hair, but she could just use herb for that. Except that its at the Constructionist Guild facility.

 That was a problem forter in the day, and as such she set about cooking a massive breakfast for herself.

 Kits little kitchte worked even better than shed hoped it would, and soon T was devouring a sizable meal pulled from her venturing food.

 The Culinary Guild really came through with this stuff. I really should get more. It never went bad, in theory, and so it would be better to have on hand than run out or be in need. Not today, though. Today, I have other tasks.

 -Yup,rge barrels. Im thinking a few tuns?-

 A few what?

 -A tun, thats a barrel that holds 252 gallons.-

 Archive? She trusted that t would be able to interpret her abbreviated question.

 -Archive. Its surprisingly easy to look up random words.-

 Useful, I suppose.

 -Ill say.- T got an odd sensation along with that expression. As if t had a lot of weight behind the utterance. As she considered it, T realized that in several meaningful ways, all t had was words.

 She decided not to focus on that, or inquire further for the moment. Okay, so a couple of tuns doesnt that seem excessive? I meanhow can we possibly harvest enough to fill even a single one with berries, let alone with juice?

 -More storage capacity seems better, right?-

 T shrugged. I suppose, but it still seems like a lot more than well actually need.

 -Thats fair. I might have a better option as well.-

 Oh? Then why had she been talking about massive barrels? Probably because she genuinely thought they were the best subset of barrel options.

 -The Constructionists sellrge, enameled, cast-iron barrels. 55 gallon to be precise.-

 That seems perfect! Theyre designed for use in containing experiments and other magical liquids, I assume?

 -Precisely.-

 I suppose we should have guessed that something like that would exist. Not cheap though, right?

 -Actually, its surprisingly affordable, all things considered.-

 Do tell.

 -They warranty that the containers will maintain the potency of any magical ingredients kept within, while so contained.-

 Thats As T thought about it, and how tight the seals must be, and how much testing would have needed to go into such a certification, she realized just how much value and weight such an assurance held. Thats actually pretty amazing.

 -Thats what I thought.-

 So, how much?

 -Half a gold per barrel.-

 T winced, then thought about it. Huh, how is that both more, and less, expensive than I expected.

 -Were strange?-

 She chuckled at that. Fair enough. After a moments consideration, she continued. You have ess to their for sale list?

 -I do. Well, everyone with Archive ess does.-

 You know what Im thinking?

 -Of course. We should get a better small container.-

 The iron sk that T had been using was looking a bit worse for wear. Shed only dropped it a few times, but exterior dings, wear, and tear werent the problem in any case. The simple iron sk hadnt been designed for such constant use with even a mild acid, and almost every fruit juice was at least a little acidic.

 -Yeah, it was meant to carry a vored cooking oil, which would help maintain the metal. Its a blessing that you arent negatively affected by some iron kes.-

 T grimaced. I thought Id been tasting some grit ofte.

 -So, an enameled iron sk will only cost 4 silver for a four cup one. It would be 3 silver for a two cup.-

 Yeah, a four cup one is better, assuming its easy enough to hold.

 -We can take a look.-

 That sounds like a good n. What else did we put on our list?

 -A cider or wine press.-

 Right. Any ideas where to get one of those things?

 -Market district would be the quickest. We can swing through the Constructionists first. The location we frequent is pretty close to some shops. The presses are used enough by various restaurants and craftsmen that the shops should have some on hand.-

 Even in the off season?

 -With the growingplexes, there really arent off seasons.-

 Ahh, right. T considered for a moment. You know, Ive always wanted to see some of the growingplexes. They dont allow mundanes down there, unless theyre workers or for some other specific purpose, and I havent thought to go look since bing a Mage.

 -Yup. Im in your head, and am well aware of your desires.-

 Right. Sometimes I forget that.

 t conveyed a bit of happiness at that. -Im d to hear that I seem distinct from you, to you.-

 Shouldnt you already know that?

 -Of course, but its nice to hear kind things spoken aloud sometimes.-

 T grunted. True enough.

 She took thest couple of bites of the hearty fruit and nut-butter oatmeal before using her finger to scrape up thest bits.

 I cant even tell that the fruit was dehydrated before.

 -Thats probably why the recipe included a bit more water than Id have expected.-

 I was thinking the same thing.

 She left Kit, grabbing the doorway and pulling it off the wall as the door swung closed. It reshaped into a pouch even as she hung it from her belt.

 She was almost surprised at how little Kits transformation interested her. It was simply a useful feature of her dimensional storage. A ridiculously useful feature.

 She did not miss climbing up and down through the small opening that had been Kits limit before.

 T turned her attention outward, finding that Lyns home was, as expected, quiet.

 She could hear Kanniss breathing, and slight shifting, even through the closed door to what had until recently been Ts room.

 T hesitated at that sound.

 Why have I never heard anything from Lyns room?

 She extended her senses in that direction and hit a metaphorical wall. It wasnt a hard wall, and T thought that she could breach or break it if she really wanted to, but she refrained.

 Lyns got a privacy item? How did I not notice that, before?

 -Its hardly a good idea to proim I dont want anyone listening in, here! So, it likely does what it does as subtly as possible.-

 Yeah, I suppose.

 T decided to respect her friends privacy, whatever the reason, and depart.

 All told, from when shed gone into Kit to when she came out, just over six hours had passed. Three hours for two sets of training, and a massive meal? Not too shabby.

 After locking the front door behind herself, she set out through the quiet, very early morning streets.

 -We should have time to drop through the Constructionists, and even through the market district, before we meet Mistress Odera for breakfast.-

 That was my thinking as well.

 The trip was uneventful, and the security scripts on the Constructionists facility didntbel her as a threat, so that worked out well.

 Sadly, t hadnt yet figured out how to modify the illusion, so there was an awkward moment where the assistant thought she was a mundane. Thankfully, the security scripts had identified her as an Archon, so it was easy enough to clear up.

 They did have several of the iron barrels in stock, as well as sks for smaller samples.

 Of course, the smaller sks were designed with convenient, easy to use handles, so that valuable samples would never be risked.

 That pleased T to no end.

 Unfortunately, the only barrels and sks they had were deep crimson in color. They were that shade because it was the most often requested color, used to denote the storage of arcanous or magical blood.

 This was a practice that was seemingly vastly moremon that T had realized, especially among Constructionist Mages.

 The assistant was happy to exin that the study of arcanous blood as an ink for spell-lines, applied in various mediums was a well-researched field of study, and there were some spell-forms that were known to be more efficient with a given arcanous creatures blood than even with gold.

 There werent many, but they did exist.

 Sadly, when T inquired, she was told that that was a Guild secret.

 Obviously, t couldnt find out either, T not having special ess rting to the Constructionist Guild within the Archive.

 She could have custom ordered virtually any color at no extra cost, other than time, but she was in a hurry, and red was good enough for her. So, in the end, T was able to get a bundled deal of four blood-red enameled barrels and tworge sks for a total of two gold.

 It wasnt much savings, and she ended up buying more barrels than she had nned to, but it should be better in the end.

 Im tired of reaching for more juice and having my sk empty. Having a back-up will be worth it.

 -Sure, justify it however you want. This assistant is a good salesman.-

 It was a fairly simple matter to create a door out of Kit and maneuver the barrels inside.

 The enamel was exquisitely done, looking like nothing so much as liquid blood, locked in ce, thinly coating the containers. With each touch, T half expected her hands toe away wet, even though she knew better.

 This is going to add new dimensions to my reputation as the Blood Archon.

 -Just a bit, yeah. Though, its probably safer for people to assume youre drinking some blood than ending-berries.-

 Why?

 -Because theyd assume it was something special, and therefore, they wouldnt be inclined to just start drinking random blood.-

 Or, they could just assume I was drinking water

 -That would be better, but such is life.-

 T thanked the assistant and was about to leave when she remembered herb.

 Blessedly, it was a simple thing for her to get a hold of it and use it briefly before returning it to the assistants care and departing.

 All told, she hadnt been in the Constructionist facility long, but there were quite a few more people out and about than before.

 Howte did we stay up?

 -Rhetorical question, right?-

 Mostly, yeah. It had beente, but not thatte.

 The stores were already starting to open, or already doing brisk business.

 t got T to the generally correct area, and a few quick questions brought her to a merchant who had a press for sale. Twenty silver secured the device for her use. T carried it half a block before finding an out of the way section of wall to throw Kit against so that she could ce the press inside.

 Thats better.

 -That wasnt heavy, even for a normal person.-

 But it was awkward. After a moments frown, T inquired further. Cant you read my thoughts? Arent you in my thoughts?

 -I can, but if I did that all the time, what would we ever talk about? Also, my questions cause you to re-think through your thoughts and conclusions, and thats good for both of us.-

 T grunted. Fair enough.

 They arrived at the Caravanners Guildhall before her mentor, and T was able to grab a table and feed Terry some jerky before Mistress Odera came to join them.

 First things first, T let Mistress Odera know about the Marliweather triping up. The older Mage, of course, already knew, but appreciated hearing it from T, herself.

 Then, T let Mistress Odera know that T had given her ess to some memories, via the Archive.

 Mistress Odera had frozen; gaze intently locked on Ts face. Those memories?

 Yes. Those.

 After a long moment, Mistress Odera nodded once. I will review them when we are done here.

 From there, T described how her training had changed. She didnt mention t, and t didnt seem to mind.

 In the end, it was a nice breakfast, and they parted ways as they usually did, with a confirmation of the next days meal.

 Thatplete, T set out for the northern gate to meet Cazor.

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Chapter 184: Surprisingly Reasonable