1.11 – Cabin


    Jordan was already in the cabin. She looked up from her novel—Jordan was always lugging around something to read—saw her, then tucked a bookmark in and set the book to the side.


    “Hey.”


    “Hey,” Natalie returned, shrugging off her backpack and sitting across from Jordan. “This ce is roomy.”


    “First ss. They’re sending us off in style.”


    Natalie wrinkled her nose, her earlier thoughts—that she appreciated it, but was a waste of money—flickering into her head. But she didn’tment. The money had already been spent, and she didn’t want toe off as an ingrate. “Sofia’ll be here, soon,” Natalie said. “Saw her saying bye.”


    “Mm.” Jordan seemed amused. “Five hours together. Think you’ll survive?”


    “I’ll have to.” But she wasn’t looking forward to it. With luck, they could just ignore each other.


    “You know, we’re lucky she qualified, too.”


    Natalie raised her eyebrows.


    “We are,” Jordan insisted. “You’ve heard the stories. T’s cutthroat. The whole ce is a … a whetstone. For delvers. It’s not a friendly ce. Having Sofia there, a second ally, someone we can trust … that’s more fortunate than you’re admitting.”


    “Sofia. An ally.”


    “C’mon, Nat. I know you two are bristly, but we’re in this together.”


    “You think she thinks that? Sofia’ll dump us the moment it benefits her.”


    Jordan frowned. “You can’t believe that.”


    Natalie’s first response—that she <em>did </em>believe that—fizzled up. She sniffed. “Well. Maybe not. But that doesn’t mean I think she’ll throw herself on a sword for us.”


    “I’m saying she’s an ally,” Jordan said, rolling her eyes. “Not our blood-sworn subordinate. Allies will be useful to have at T.”


    “Sure. I guess. But she’s out to make a name for herself, first and foremost.”


    “And we aren’t?”


    “I mean … not <em>first </em>and <em>foremost</em>. It’s just up there. Obviously you’de first, if something happened.”


    Jordan paused, then nced away. “Well, yeah.” She cleared her throat. “You too. That’s a given.” She tilted her head, peaking into the hallway. “Ah, she’s here.”


    Sofia walked in.


    Or, strode in. Sofia had always moved with a certain … arrogance. Some people would call it confidence, but Natalie knew better. Her squared shoulders and lifted chin were intentional; Sofia showcasing, through bodynguage, what she thought of everyone else … and her position rtive to them.


    She was dressedfortably, in jeans and a loose, frilly pale blue shirt. That was hardly a rare event, but Natalie had grown used to seeing Sofia in adventuring gear: leather armor, with a weapon at her hip. Usually a rapier. Sofia had always preferred a more elegant style of fighting than Natalie. They were both closebat fighters, but inside that category, they couldn’t be much different.


    Sofia was a short girl, shorter than Natalie by a significant amount, and a bit more than Jordan, who was an average height. Something about the way she held herself didn’t make her <em>seem </em>short, though. She had a presence twice her size.


    A distinctly annoying presence. These days, just the sight of her irritated Natalie.


    “Natalie. Jordan.” Her words were crisp, deliberately so. Sofia had always been someone who cared too much about appearances. Her neatly trimmed eyebrows, perfect hair, and outfit gave it away. Natalie had always thrown on whatever she had avable; she’d never cared whether what she was wearing was fashionable. What kind of adventurer did? “The day’s finally arrived.” Sofia’s piercing blue eyes surveyed the cabin. “I’m d all three of us made it.”


    Natalie snorted. She saw the dig. “Came as a surprise that I did, did it?”


    Sofia spared a nce for her, then sat down on the opposite end of Jordan’s bench, next to the window. She tucked her backpack underneath the seat. “Sensitive as always. I was being genuine.”


    Another snort.


    Jordan gave Natalie a look. Natalie had seen it before; ‘y nice,’ Jordan was saying.


    Natalie guessed for the sake of keeping the peace, she’d try. Even if Sofia had been the one to start it. A five hour trip would be miserable if she and Sofia were bickering the whole way. And bickering might be ny percent of their rtionship, but stuck in a confined space, together, it would quickly be a headache for everyone involved.


    And there was some truth to what Jordan had been saying. Sofia wasn’t their friend, but the three of them were from Tinford. They’d grown up together; their parents were friends. That counted for something.


    The train shuddered, then started to move. Sofia must have been one of thest to board. She’d cut it close.


    “So,” Jordan said. “I was wondering if the three of us could talk practicals.”


    “Meaning?” Sofia asked.


    “Our ns. For T. Are we teaming up?”


    “In what regard?”


    Jordan shrugged. “Well. You’ve heard the stories. T isn’t all delving and training. There’s cliques. Politics. Seeing how we’re all nobodies, we should stick together.”


    “I presumed we would. It needs rification?”


    Jordan gave Natalie a sideways nce—‘See?’ it said. Natalie fake-sneered at her. Sure, whatever. Sofia wasn’t a snake, she was just annoying. Natalie had already admitted that.


    “But delving?” Jordan asked. “I realize that’s more than a week away, before T lets us into the dungeon, but tentatively? Assuming we don’t work out something better.”


    “With two fighters and a rogue?” Sofia asked.


    “It’s not ideal,” Jordan said. “But Nat …” she trailed off, shooting a concerned look Natalie’s way.


    Natalie rolled her eyes, then said, “You can tell her.” Natalie hadn’te clean to the rest of Tinford, but it wasn’t like she would be able to hide it from Sofia. They’d be rubbing shoulders for the next four years.


    “Nat’s ss isn’t wholly a fighter type,” Jordan said. “She got a pdin ss. So, more a versatile tank, than anything.”


    Sofia’s eyebrows shot up, and she looked, incredulously, at Natalie.


    Natalie crossed her arms, unable to stop herself from getting defensive. “I’ll figure it out, okay? Not my forte, or whatever, but that doesn’t matter.”


    “A pdin,” Sofia repeated. “You. A mage hybrid.”


    Natalie sneered at her.


    “I’m just surprised,” Sofia said. “How did that happen? And why am I just learning it?”


    “Because you’re my first confidante, are you?”


    “I mean, that you lied. To everyone else. Didn’t you? Why?”


    Natalie’s squeezed her crossed arms tighter. <em>Because of this</em>, she didn’t say. Sofia’s incredulous reaction to what everyone would’ve known was an ill-fitting ss … it would’ve been mirrored a hundred times over, by other residents of Tinford. Even Mom and Dad, probably.


    “I didn’t lie,” Natalie said. She’d simply … omitted relevant details.


    “The point is,” Jordan said, interrupting the tension. “That a pdin, a duelist, and a rogue isn’t a horribleposition.”


    “It could be worse,” Sofia said coolly, turning to Jordan. “But it’s not ideal.”


    “Sometimes we don’t get ideal,” Jordan said. “It’s what we make of things. And again. No hardmitments. But we’ve worked with each other. Know each others styles, habits. That’s important in a team. Maybe more than a perfectposition.”


    “Mm,” Sofia said. “I’m still caught up on the pdin thing. What sort of skills did you get?”


    The first thing that popped into Natalie’s head was the … less appropriate skills she’d received with her ss. But obviously those were staying a secret to everyone but Jordan. If the three of them were working on the assumption their first delves would be together, then Sofia would need to know Natalie’s skills, but only the relevant ones. She’d learn them, regardless, during spars and training.


    “An illusion,” Natalie said.


    “An illusion?” The raised eyebrows were back. “Not a heal? Or an empowerment?”


    “Not a standard pdin, I guess.” Not that a ‘standard pdin’ existed. It was a rather varied ss. It depended on the god, or aspect, one received.


    “Who’s your patron?” Sofia paused, then huffed. “You. A pdin. With a patron. So ridiculous.”


    Natalie agreed, but she took offense, anyway. “That’s none of your business.” Not that Natalie even knew who her patron was. There were a few options for who a ‘goddess of lust’ could be. None were given the title outright, at least, not from what Natalie’s research had shown. It could be any of several … the goddess of love, or fertility, or, in some interpretations, wickedness and sin. Again, it didn’t really matter. The skills she received, she received. Didn’t matter what her patron’s name was.


    “I suppose not,” Sofia said. “What else?”


    “The illusion’s the important one.” And, unfortunately, the only practical one. It wasn’t the best level-one starting kit. But if Natalie <em>had </em>had something else, like a skill that made her faster, or stronger, it wouldn’t be something she’d need to divulge to Sofia. Teammates were expected to share the general strokes—the key skills they’d be interacting with—but not their entire kit.


    Some did, of course. It just wasn’t a hard requirement.


    “Hm,” Sofia said. “Either way, an illusion sounds versatile. But you’ll need to practice.”


    Natalie bit her tongue on a retort. “Yeah. I will.” Sofia had a way of sounding condescending, even when it wasn’t her intent.


    “It’s a shame your unlocking happened so soon to intake day,” Sofia said. “You didn’t have much time to adjust.”


    Yeah. That was definitely a problem. Natalie would rather not have been reminded of it. “I’ll figure it out,” Natalie repeated, half a mutter. She’d been experimenting with the skill in the past two days, and not made much progress. She wasn’t, as she’d mentioned, a natural when it came to spell casting.


    The solution was obvious. She’d just have to make up for it in other ways.


    Other ways.


    The … stranger parts of her ss. Natalie would need to make the most of them.