Chapter 64: One Thousand Ounces, Gold

Chapter 64: One Thousand Ounces, Gold

Tala slowly got her emotions under control but was left shaking as much from the physical backlash of fading terror as from the cold wind whipping snow about her. Ahh, adrenaline; how I wish I didnt need you.

Thank you, Terry. Her voice was steadier than shed expected it to be. Any interest in some jerky?

The terror bird wearily lifted his blood painted beak from the downed arcane bird and regarded her for a long moment. Finally, he shook himself to indicate a negative. He then returned to gorging on his fallen prey. Terrys movements were slower than she was used to seeing. How hard did he have to push to stay so close?

Tala, for her part, took out her incorporator, painstakingly funneling power from her gate into the device, and took long, careful drinks. Jerky followed, and she chewed and swallowed at a measured pace. Some leftover, heavy bread was next.

As she ate, she began trudging through the snow towards the closest downed enemy not currently being eaten by Terry. It turned out to be the one that had flared its wings, almost stopping mid-air to strike at her, near the end. Shed moved away from it as shed been seeking the final bird without realizing she was doing so.

She quickly found her hammer in the snow nearby. Thankfully, her mage-sight picked it out with ease, and she dropped it into Kit. Then, using her knife, she began to work on the fallen bird.

Keep moving and the cold wont take you. Her inscribings should prevent frostbite, but they didnt block the pain of the cold. Shoes would be nice to have about now

She paused her work to pull out her jug of ending-berry juice, carefully refilling her flask, drinking a cup of the sweet, power-filled liquid, and topping the flask off once more. I should never have let this remain empty.

She was taking all sorts of lessons from this insane night.

As she felt the cold begin to settle in, her leathers responded. That reminded her of just how much the garments had done this night, so she slapped her hand onto the confluence near her right thigh and gave them a healthy amount of powerslowly. She was exhausted.

The leather felt much thicker than she was used to, but also had much more give. What under the stars?

She looked at the bottom of the tunic, focusing to activate her mage-sight. What she saw surprised her, even given how adaptive the outfit had been up until now.

The leather had thickened, the fibers spreading apart, within the increased depth. Then, the leather had joined together in a lattice, creating uncountable, isolated micro-bubbles of air. There were so many, that she would guess at least twenty isolated bubbles were in a direct line from the outer surface to the inner at any given point. This should be a fantastic insulator, now. And, in fact, she immediately began to feel warmer, from her wrists to her ankles, though her neck, head, hands, and feet only received peripheral benefits.

That improved, she turned back to the kill before her.

What to harvest, what to harvest. She worked on the most obvious thing first, the talons. The amazingly strong, sharp finger-feathers were next. Her still active enhancements kept her hands from being cut on the vicious edges and needle-like barbs of the vanes.

Her book on bound items had implied that a Mage could increase the power of soul-bound items through the incorporation of other items of magic. These should qualify. If not, she could always sell them. Sadly, she couldnt take everything, and these seemed the most useful and, therefore, valuable.

As she could only read volume one on bound items, there was little more than implication, but even so, she wanted to be prepared. Her knife had been part of what tipped the scales for her, between life and death. She wanted that tool to be as potent as possible, going forwards.

Now that she wasnt fighting for her life, she was able to appreciate the scale of the creature, before her. From beak to tail-feather, it was nearly twenty-six feet. Thats close to ten times a mundane raven! Well, if she was remembering correctly.

The magic of the arcanous ravens was entirely bent around flight and the regular functions of the beast, itself. No special or elemental abilities at all. Huh, theyre almost mundane.

The bird she was harvesting had a total of eight talons and eight finger feathers. Seems standard, I suppose. The other feathers were more flexible and suffused with power for flight. Not that useful. Shed never even heard rumors of magic flying constructions. Doesnt mean they dont exist, though

Shed easily placed the talons into Kit, but now she stared down at the finger feathers. Each was nearly fifteen feet in length, also surprising light, all things considered. Kit you cant carry these, can you?

The pouch did not respond.

Now free from the birds body, the feathers looked like some eccentric piece of art; plumage wrought from a dark, impossibly light metal. With the bird itself seeming to weigh close to four-hundred-fifty pounds, the feathers are much lighter than Id expect.

Even so, the feathers were fairly unwieldy. They were much longer than they were wide, being less than a foot across at the widest part. Lets try it.

She set Kit on the ground, wide open, and dropped a feather down into it, doing her best to center it so as to not brush the sides. To her surprise, the entire feather disappeared down inside. Nice!

Curiosity nagged at her, so she knelt and looked down in.

Kit had rearranged, with most of her items neatly crammed to one side of an extremely tall, narrow pit. The pit was barely larger than the hole opening into it. So, no going in there until I get these out, it seems. Still, they fit.

The ending-berries power was blunting the cold but being steadily drained in doing so. The diminishing wasnt something that would run her power dry, even if she decided to sleep naked in the snow. Still, given her recent desperate reliance on the power, she didnt like the slow drain. And it doesnt stop the discomfortor the pain. And its getting harder to move my cold muscles

Keep moving. Keep your muscles warm.

More to the point, her moving, flexing, and straining to harvest from the great bird had highlighted to her that she had not come away from the fight cleanly. If she had to guess, she had at least one broken rib, and likely some internal bruising.

The now refreshed ending-berry power within her would prevent further damage from occurring, even if the already present bruising caused massive swelling. Huh, Id not really considered the power as an effective wound isolation technique. Infection should also not be able to take hold, not that she had any open wounds.

The first bird harvested, she fought through the pain to return to Terry.

Terry was just finishing his meal, which seemingly consisted of the entire carcass, bones and all. Tala arrived to find a wide splash of bloody snow and a small pile. So, not quite everything.

As she walked up, Terry was swallowing the last bit of broken bone. He regarded her, feathers matted with thick, congealing blood. Finally, he gestured to the pile with his beak.

For me?

He bobbed a nod.

She grinned, striding over and picking up the eight talons, one at a time. She took a moment to pare away what little flesh remained attached to each, tossing the bits to Terry as she worked.

By the time she finished, her fingers were growing numb. Gloves. I have gloves. She felt foolish for not considering it earlier. She cleaned her hands with rags and cool water. Interestingly, the water felt warm to the flesh of her fingers. Probably not a good sign.

After her hands were dry, she pulled on her gloves. They werent thick, but they would help.

Terry had settled down into the snow, resting his head, eyes closed.

When she moved, Terrys eyes snapped open. Over there, theres another. Still hungry?

He slowly pushed himself to his feet. He didnt stagger, but he definitely lacked some of his usual pep. And he didnt teleport to come to his feet. It was possible that hed exhausted his magic, following her then fighting. I hope he recovers, soon.

She returned her focus to the next task, even as Terry began wolfing down the body shed already harvested, tearing it into manageable chunks, then swallowing them whole. There were fourteen total, in the flock. Assuming theyd been from the same flock. Whats a flock of ravens called again? She thought back through her studies, and her enhanced mind brought forth the result.

Mistress blinked at her for a long moment. Maybe I dont want you, child. Archon stars create a soul-bond. It would be forever.

Tala remembered what Grediv had said about bonding humans. Isnt human soul-bonding forbidden?

The woman waved her hand dismissively, again. One-way bonds are, yes. But two-way? I could up-lift you. Give you power, make you more.

But Id always be subservient to you And that always would be literal. She also had avoided saying if it was forbidden. Thank you, but I dont think I am interested.

The woman sighed. Ahh, well. If that is your decision. She turned to go.

Wait!

She paused. Yes? Did you expect me to force you? You should know better than that. Such a bond can only be entered into willingly.

Well, yeah, I did sort of expect you to. No, of course not, Mistress. Before you go, could you return me to my caravan?

She smiled, mischievously. Of course!

Tala brightened but was still wary of a trick.

For the low fee of five hundred ounces, gold.

And there it is. That is insane.

My time is valuable. She waited a moment before nodding. I thought not. Now, if theres nothing else?

Tala groaned. You would leave me stranded out here?

Mistress shrugged. Mortals die all the time, child. If youre of no use to me, then Ive no time for you. If you were a village or city in need, Id likely help, but She shrugged. I do hope you survive. Maybe, our paths will cross again, sometime in the future. She seemed to consider that for a moment. Yes, I think that we will get along much better if we meet again in the future.

A village? Tala knew the term; it was meant to refer to something like a city, but smaller. Where was this woman from, that there were villages?

She didnt get the chance to ask, as Mistress strode forward, resolutely.

Tala flinched backwards but found the very air hardening around her.

Terry hissed but seemed similarly locked in place.

Tala almost smiled. Terry doesnt have to move as I do.

As if on cue, Terry flickered, appearing behind Mistress, already poised to strike. There, however, he froze once more, locked in place.

Mistress turned to regard him, holding up one hand, but stopping herself from touching Terry. A dimensional terror bird? Fascinating.

Tala saw power thrumming around Terry, as he clearly fought to move or teleport. He couldnt do either.

Mistress shrugged. Im not going to hurt her, little chick. Quite the opposite, actually. Now, stop wasting my time. She spun and took the last few steps to stand before Tala. Now, youve something dampening magic around youno, through you? She tsked. How could you possibly function with such an envelope. Unless...

Talas arms were moved upward, her palms turned towards Mistress.

There we are. Mistress placed a finger against each of Talas hands, and power pulsed between the women.

The ending berry power within Tala was suppressed and compressed, driven aside by Mistresss working. Talas ribs clicked back together audibly, her bruises disappearing, and she gasped. An instant later, her restraints vanished, and she dropped to the snow. How? She took another deep breath, reveling in the lack of pain. To heal such an injury in the past, Ive had to remove my protection against magic.

Mistress quirked an all-too-condescending smile. The same way you move power through your body, dear. Your blood. The iron content creates wonderfully efficient pathways for the transmission of power to where its needed. Youll learn to better utilize your bodys natural pathways soon enough. You should survive just fine, now. She patted Talas cheek.

Tala, for her part, was still so stunned that she didnt react.

Mistress took a few steps away from Tala and Terry, crouched down and leapt away, leaving a concussion of sound, a deep depression, and a tempest of swirling snow in her wake.

That was Tala shivered, looking to Terry. That was deeply disturbing.

Terrys eye watched the departing Mistress from his unmoving head. After a long moment, he suddenly dropped to the snow, then flickered to beside Tala, where he pressed against her more forcefully and firmly than before.

After taking another minute to collect herself, she felt a flicker of doubt. I could have been done. My debts erased, my contract over. I could have been free. That woman would have given me power and taken me away from here But at what cost? Am I to trade virtual slavery for the real thing? If shed understood the offer correctly, she would have been binding her very soul into the womans service. That has to have larger implications than Im capable of understanding right now

Tala felt herself hardening with resolve. It seems that there will always be people who want to rule over me. I need to get stronger.

She patted Terry. Ive a request, Terry.

Terry, who was settled down to rest once more, craned his neck, twisting his head to fully face her. He seemed to be feeling much better, after his meals.

Can I have a ride back to the caravan?

Terry gave her a long, searching look.

I could probably walk or run back, but you would be much faster, and if we want to rejoin the caravan before we reach Bandfast, its likely the only way to make it in time. She nodded to herself, clarifying. If we dont arrive with the caravan, there will be a lot of difficulty getting in. Strangers generally dont wander in out of the wilds on their own.

He hesitated for a moment longer, then bobbed a slow nod, crouching down so she could hop up.

She tucked her feet back in what felt like a natural position, and they fit nicely under Terrys small, flightless wings.

Terry took a hesitant step, shifting beneath her. He paused, then a ripple of power shivered through him, and he grew, just a bit, expanding to be a better size to carry her. He tested a few more times, fine-tuning his size to best manage her on his back.

Thank you, Terry. I wont forget this. And she wouldnt, not the least because Terry, as it turned out, was fast.