Chapter 121: Crocheting

Chapter 121: Crocheting

Tala had gotten the ball rolling on her business with the Constructionists and Culinary Guilds. It was time to handle some long-term items; she needed to delve into Fusing.

She knew that task was before her, a hurdle that she needed to overcome, but she hadnt given it the attention it deserved.

Towards that end, shed decided to climb to the top of Makinaven, in search of a quiet place to meditate and contemplate the potential paths before her.

She was well on her way when she was startled out of her musings.

Tala had decided to walk to give herself more time to contemplate, so Terry was currently asleep on her shoulder. At the moment, she was passing by a large, open shaft.

The shaft itself wasnt that odd. Tala had seen a few scattered around the circumference of the city, though she had yet to investigate their purpose.

No, what caught her eye was the man walking very close, past it. That, by itself, was dangerous enough, but the man seemed to have a penchant for dangerous things. He was missing a leg, and seemed to have a round, short, thick stick grafted into the stump. Magic suffused both the wood and his leg around the joining.

What is that? I should just ask him. Ummm hi. Tala suddenly felt really awkward. She had spoken before thinking through exactly what she wanted to say, or even what she wanted from the interaction. That was foolish

The man gave her a quizzical look. Mistress? What can I do for you?

She cleared her throat, forcing an attempt at a friendly smile. Can I ask you a bit of a personal question?

He shrugged. I suppose you can always ask.

Are those inscriptions I see, linking you with the wood?

A grin split his face, and he looked down, lifting his peg. You could see those, eh? Even through the pants?

I can.

Mages really are something special. He shook his head, his smile staying firmly in place. Yeah. He patted the peg. Wood from this very tree. He gestured around them. The inscriptions bind it to me, allowing me a degree of control over some things here.

What do you mean?

Well, I can focus the great trees energies to build walls or weaken the links to allow for walls or other structures to be moved or removed.

Tala hadnt thought about that. The great tree repaired itself so quickly: How could they ever modify the interior? Now, she knew. Fascinating. So, why? She felt awkward, again, allowing her question to trail off.

Why replace a limb? The wood Mages say that it makes us more one with the tree. Gives our instructions more weight. Authority? He shrugged. Seems to work well enough for me.

Why a leg? If you dont mind my asking.

I like having my hands. He spread his fingers wide and grinned. Some replace a hand or arm. A few opt for just a finger as that much, at least, is required to do any sort of construction work. The more flesh replaced, the greater the connection and authority. Its not the only factor, but it is a big one. He tapped his peg on the ground. This is the largest section that most are willing to part with, even if it is regrown in retirement. Im a foreman because of this beauty. He smiled proudly.

That truly is fascinating. Tala took another moment to study his leg. Im Tala, by the way. Whats your name? I apologize for waylaying you. She gave a genuine smile.

Im Ciaran, Mistress Tala. It is a pleasure to meet another of our Magic wielders. I only dabble, and I can only guess at what it takes to be a Mage.

Tala smiled. That is kind of you. It sounds like you do much for this city.

I do what I can. He glanced to Terry. Thats a beautiful bird. Have a name?

Tala glanced at Terry to see the terror bird returning her look, self-satisfaction practically radiating from him. This is Terry.

Good to meet you, Terry.

Terry thrummed happily and curled back up.

Now, I do apologize, Mistress, but I must be on my way. Ive a project site to get to.

Absolutely! Thank you, again, for letting me inquire.

Any time. He bowed and continued down the spiral. His walk was surprisingly normal, the peg not seeming to interfere at all.

As she watched, Tala saw the roadway flexing slightly as Ciaran moved, facilitating the natural pattern of his stride. Control within the tree, indeed.

Tala shook her head, refocusing on the task at hand. To the top.

She fell back into her contemplations, allowing the world to fade around her as she climbed higher and higher.

Finally, after she-knew-not how many tiers, the spiral shunted outward, leaving them to decide to either turn back or go outside, which was no choice at all. Outside it is.

The sky was partly cloudy, highlighted in the late afternoon light as Tala came out onto an upper branch. To her right, the spiral continued, now a wooden walkway affixed to the outside of a central limb.

Buildings hung from limbs near and far, almost like oversized birdhouses. They were linked to each other and the central thoroughfares, by arching bridges.

Even so high up the great tree, with wind almost constantly swirling around them, the swaying was negligible.

She turned and continued higher.

Every so often, signs pointed to divergences from the main way. The signs contained short descriptions of what lay up this ladder or over that bridge.

Many indicated viewing platforms or public walking trails, cultivated for immersion in nature and the occasional breathtaking view.

Tala grinned. This place gives being a forester a whole new meaning.

Still, she didnt turn, simply continuing up. She wanted to see what was at the top.

The road slowly narrowed until it was just wide enough for two people to pass.

It finally ended, along with some of the other spirals, at a large platform. That platform was built around a single upraised branch.

At some distance, scattered throughout the top of the canopy, Tala saw a couple other, similar platforms, likely the terminal points of some of the other spirals.

One of those other platforms, the one most centrally located, had a single spiral continuing up another hundred feet. As she followed that path with her eyes, she saw that an embedded ladder went higher still to the highest platform that she could see.

Given that she could see the sky and all the up-reaching branches, Tala was fairly confident that it was, in fact, the highest.

Do I go back down and try to find the right spiral?

She shook her head. There was no telling how long that would take. If she knew the city better, she could probably have found her way over easily, but she didnt, and there wasnt anyone around to ask, at the moment.

That doesnt mean I can affect that infinity. It did mean, however, that she could bind herself more tightly, body and soul, without having to overwrite her inscriptions.

I really dont understand this very well.

Her inscriptions were a feature of her body, and her keystone surrounded her gate, her soul. Well, that part of my soul, anyways.

The other part of her soul seemed to already be firmly established within her body but didnt interact with her inscriptions.

It was like, from a magical perspective, she had an entire un-inscribed body, superimposed upon her physical self.

It wasnt a physical body, obviously, so even if she could figure out how, she couldnt add more regenerative scripts, or other enhancements to her natural functions.

No its a spirit body. That tickled something within her mind.

Grediv said what Id done to my items gave me a head start. She looked down at her elk-leathers. Shed bound them to one another, making them magically and spiritually one with a simple spell-form that vaguely resembled an Archon star, from casual inspection.

The details were different, but that wasnt currently important.

Tala returned her focus to her implanted Archon star.

It was like the weight at the end of a pendulum, dangling outside of the net of her scripts, while being encapsulated and protected by them at the same time. It didnt make sense, but that was how it felt.

The tether between her star and her gate, like between her star and her spiritual body, was a two-way thoroughfare of power.

So Ive really just bound my divided soul together, with the Archon star acting as an intermediary. My body is still only loosely attached to my spiritual self. A fusing would incorporate all threeright?

Tala thought about her grandmother for the first time in what felt like ages. The woman would crochet in every spare moment, making everything from sweaters to toys. She had passed before Talas departure for the Academy. That was about the time that he started

She shook off the sad memory and sadder thoughts. Tala had no desire to think of him.

No, Im considering crocheting. One particular birthday, her grandmother had made a net into which Tala had placed three kinds of stuffing, layering them carefully. That done, her grandmother had tightened the stitching, and finished out the pattern, enclosing all three into a unified pillow.

It had been the most comfortable pillow in the house. Tala had even taken it with her to the Academy, where shed used it every night until it fell apart. After nearly a decade and a half of heavy use. She hadnt thought about that pillow in at least a couple of years.

Again, though, that wasnt the point.

I know I can knot power into spell-forms that affect the spirit. I should be able to chain them together, crocheting a magical pillow, filled with my physical body and the two halves of my soul.

She reached inside and tried to create the spell-form within herself, beside the Archon star and using its tether as the yarn.

Her power resisted her, but she fought on. After what had to have been at least an hour, she gave up, falling back onto her back, staring up at the darkening sky.

That didnt work. It was more than her failing. The magic had fought her, and she felt like something was wrong with her approach.

She sat up, pulling out her tools to prepare some tea. I need to focus. She chose the chamomile. With careful fingers, she broke off the amount she needed and placed it within the cast-iron teapot. With an application of power, she heated the pot with her hot air incorporator, toasting the dry tea within.

That completed, she added hot water from the requisite incorporator. Once it was done brewing, she poured herself a cup, and turned her mind back to the matter at hand.

Okay. Im not making a pillow.

Still, the crocheting mental image appealed on some deep level. Maybe Im adding a second layer to another blanket?

She finished the first cup of tea, poured a second, and focused inward again, renewed determination filling her.

She made some progress, this time. She was able to pull up portions of her spiritual self, and thread the Archon stars anchoring tether together with it. She could even move on and work her way across her spirit, moving outward in a circle from where the Archon star rested in her chest.

But near midnight, when she simply had to take a break, she released her grip on her power, and it began to unravel.

Tala panicked, trying to snatch the threads and keep her efforts from being undone, but to no avail.

In less than a minute, it was as if shed never done anything.

Tala growled, causing Terry to lift his head from where hed been sleeping, near the edge of their current platform. Finding no threat, he went back to sleep.

In irritation, Tala refreshed the water in her teapot, the first batch having discorporated hours earlier.

A new cup in hand, she contemplated through her frustration.

Well, that cant be right. If it had to be done in one go, thered never be anyone between red and orange. The same would be true if it would be undone with a moments inattention.

She leaned back, bracing herself with one arm as she drank and glared up at the stars, overhead.

I should get a blanket from Kit. She didnt want to move. She felt utterly spent, and in her dejection, she didnt want to put forth the effort. Anyways, its too cold for just one blanket. The tea helps, but Id need at least two.

Two. Tala blinked up at the night sky.

Two blankets. My body and my spiritual self, each identical in dimension, but not really connected. Her eyes widened. Two blankets! I need to crochet the two blankets together! Like a sandwich held together with some sticky filling. That wasnt a great analogy, but she wasnt interested in making a better one.

Tala sat up straighter, her exhaustion forgotten, but no less present.

She fought through the tiredness, taking a deep drink of tea before tucking those items away and stuffing her mouth with jerky. I need the energy.

Reaching deep within, Tala was able to perceive the space between her physical and spiritual bodies, and when conceived of in the right way, she could perceive her Archon star resting between them, beside her gate. The star was a bridge of power between the three other parts of her.

Slowly, carefully, Tala grabbed the threads of power and interlinked the three points of connection with another loop of power. Using the Archon star as hook and needle in one, Tala wove the spirit binding spell-form, the same one shed used on her elk-leathers and cinched it tight.

A wash of golden power rippled through her, and the point of connection seemed to solidify, locking in place.

As Tala pulled back, her mage-sight told her that her aura had taken an all-but-imperceptible tick towards orange.

Her final glimpse, within herself, was altered by her new understanding and perspective.

Within her, there were two blankets, each the size of a city. At the center, lay an infinite ball of yarn and a tool for using the last to unify the first two.

Most important though, was the last feature: there, at the center of it all, a single stitch joined the two great expanses, fusing them at a single point.

I have a long way to go.

A joyful smile on her face, she opened her eyes into bright, new light, and the dawning of a new day.