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wayfarers_lodge"Chaosti?"
"Yes, Two Stick?"
"Have some of the followers of Lion asked to join you?"
There was a pause.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because that would explain why a fully grown male lion companion, who is ethically opposed to my companion, has decided that my lap looks like a good place to lie."
"Oh yes. That. Two Stick, we're going to have some followers of Lion accompanying us."
"Oh. Goody."
---
The next morning, Two Stick reminded herself that every arm and heart to the cause was a blessing as she climbed aboard her floating disc. Still, she just didn't agree with the indolent, glory-hungry ethos that many of the Lion tribe had displayed.
She looked at the newcomers with scrutiny. The younger two were obviously siblings, and their little sparring matches and tousles marked them as at least scouts, if not fully dedicated warriors of the tribe.
The third was a little older, and he seemed largely distracted. As he looked out to the western horizon, she noticed him clutching a set of pipes tightly in his fist. Her eyes narrowed, not in anger, but consideration
"You. Boy." She said, gesturing to him. Chaosti looked at her as the boy jumped a little.
"Uh, yes?" He replied, a little sheepishly.
"Come here."
He looked at Chaosti, and when the healer nodded, the young man loped over to her with a casual ease, an ease that was echoed by the lion that walked beside him. Two Stick noted dryly to herself that the lion seemed very pleased with himself, as if he had spent a large portion of the previous night having his mane brushed by a strange woman who wasn't strong enough to push him out of her lap.
The boy looked at her- on her disk, she came just to his eye level- and for a moment, she was lost in the past. His eyes were curious, but not the focused curiosity of one born to Sugar Glider. Instead, it was a dreamy, patient thoughtfulness that she was so used to seeing in the eyes of one who she had missed for many years.
He's a Diviner, just like StarCatcher was, she thought, Poor half-mad boy.
In the same moment, the human realised that he was in the presence of someone like him, only much more powerful, and bowed without taking his eyes from her in wonder.
"Come on, boy," Two Stick said, petting something that seemed solid in the empty air next to her, "I have a disk for you. You're traveling with me."
He scrambled up onto the disk uncertainly, expecting it to tip, or to suddenly vanish, and seemed relieved when it stood his movements.
"Good. Here's my first spellbook. Show me your pipes."
He reluctantly handed his treasured pipes to her, which she nursed with all the respect they were due, as she pulled out her beginners spellbook and handed it to him. He frowned at it for a moment, then muttered quietly, his fingers weaving a familiar pattern in the air.
"Ah. These are your pipes, right?" He asked, the confusion in his face clearing. "Now I can understand."
She looked at him sharply.
"That's right, you don't understand, do you? Give me that. Kirrit-" Her sugar glider looked at her eagerly as she took the spellbook back, and brushed her hands over him in a ritual gesture of understanding, "-teach the boy how to read. There's parchment and ink in my backpack."
The sugar glider skittered eagerly to his task, and Two Stick went back to her work. It wasn't until nearly noon that she realised she'd forgotten something.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Ah, it's Watches the Sun."
"Of course. I am Two Stick Lightning."
And this is going to be much more bearable than I expected.
"Yes, Two Stick?"
"Have some of the followers of Lion asked to join you?"
There was a pause.
"Why do you ask?"
"Because that would explain why a fully grown male lion companion, who is ethically opposed to my companion, has decided that my lap looks like a good place to lie."
"Oh yes. That. Two Stick, we're going to have some followers of Lion accompanying us."
"Oh. Goody."
---
The next morning, Two Stick reminded herself that every arm and heart to the cause was a blessing as she climbed aboard her floating disc. Still, she just didn't agree with the indolent, glory-hungry ethos that many of the Lion tribe had displayed.
She looked at the newcomers with scrutiny. The younger two were obviously siblings, and their little sparring matches and tousles marked them as at least scouts, if not fully dedicated warriors of the tribe.
The third was a little older, and he seemed largely distracted. As he looked out to the western horizon, she noticed him clutching a set of pipes tightly in his fist. Her eyes narrowed, not in anger, but consideration
"You. Boy." She said, gesturing to him. Chaosti looked at her as the boy jumped a little.
"Uh, yes?" He replied, a little sheepishly.
"Come here."
He looked at Chaosti, and when the healer nodded, the young man loped over to her with a casual ease, an ease that was echoed by the lion that walked beside him. Two Stick noted dryly to herself that the lion seemed very pleased with himself, as if he had spent a large portion of the previous night having his mane brushed by a strange woman who wasn't strong enough to push him out of her lap.
The boy looked at her- on her disk, she came just to his eye level- and for a moment, she was lost in the past. His eyes were curious, but not the focused curiosity of one born to Sugar Glider. Instead, it was a dreamy, patient thoughtfulness that she was so used to seeing in the eyes of one who she had missed for many years.
He's a Diviner, just like StarCatcher was, she thought, Poor half-mad boy.
In the same moment, the human realised that he was in the presence of someone like him, only much more powerful, and bowed without taking his eyes from her in wonder.
"Come on, boy," Two Stick said, petting something that seemed solid in the empty air next to her, "I have a disk for you. You're traveling with me."
He scrambled up onto the disk uncertainly, expecting it to tip, or to suddenly vanish, and seemed relieved when it stood his movements.
"Good. Here's my first spellbook. Show me your pipes."
He reluctantly handed his treasured pipes to her, which she nursed with all the respect they were due, as she pulled out her beginners spellbook and handed it to him. He frowned at it for a moment, then muttered quietly, his fingers weaving a familiar pattern in the air.
"Ah. These are your pipes, right?" He asked, the confusion in his face clearing. "Now I can understand."
She looked at him sharply.
"That's right, you don't understand, do you? Give me that. Kirrit-" Her sugar glider looked at her eagerly as she took the spellbook back, and brushed her hands over him in a ritual gesture of understanding, "-teach the boy how to read. There's parchment and ink in my backpack."
The sugar glider skittered eagerly to his task, and Two Stick went back to her work. It wasn't until nearly noon that she realised she'd forgotten something.
"What's your name, boy?"
"Ah, it's Watches the Sun."
"Of course. I am Two Stick Lightning."
And this is going to be much more bearable than I expected.
