"A decent foundation," Mistress Feada allowed.
In the end, she gave Torin a rather thorough tour of her workshop and sent them off with a few books: more advanced ones for Torin because she wanted to see how he reacted to the new ideas; more basic ones for Kala to give her more context for what she was doing with the creation of viscerite and couched in more academic terms as she had been given a more academic foundation for her magical skills.
But in the end, she bustled them off to get out of the way, garrulous, but not unkind.
The sun had moved, and since Starfall clung to the eastern slope of the mountain, it was already threatening to grow dark. They caught each other glancing toward the western horizon at the same time, and Kala laughed. One hand holding her book and her other taking Torin's arm, she tugged him toward the street.
"We should return home. You must be starving by now." They had, after all, missed lunch while the other apprentices were lunching and that coupled with working and how swiftly afternoon became evening here, their minds might play tricks on their stomachs' messages.
"And I wouldn't worry about my mother's plans," she said, remembering how Feada had made that sound. "I know she would like to share more meals with us, but you should have plenty of time to visit Feada. We have the trip up Nushen, of course. But the goal in your coming is that you will get to know Starfall and Starfall will get to know you a bit as well. But she likes you, though." Her head tipped back toward Feada's door. "I can tell."
She took him back home by a circuitous route, the better for him to see the town for what it was.
In the end, she gave Torin a rather thorough tour of her workshop and sent them off with a few books: more advanced ones for Torin because she wanted to see how he reacted to the new ideas; more basic ones for Kala to give her more context for what she was doing with the creation of viscerite and couched in more academic terms as she had been given a more academic foundation for her magical skills.
But in the end, she bustled them off to get out of the way, garrulous, but not unkind.
The sun had moved, and since Starfall clung to the eastern slope of the mountain, it was already threatening to grow dark. They caught each other glancing toward the western horizon at the same time, and Kala laughed. One hand holding her book and her other taking Torin's arm, she tugged him toward the street.
"We should return home. You must be starving by now." They had, after all, missed lunch while the other apprentices were lunching and that coupled with working and how swiftly afternoon became evening here, their minds might play tricks on their stomachs' messages.
"And I wouldn't worry about my mother's plans," she said, remembering how Feada had made that sound. "I know she would like to share more meals with us, but you should have plenty of time to visit Feada. We have the trip up Nushen, of course. But the goal in your coming is that you will get to know Starfall and Starfall will get to know you a bit as well. But she likes you, though." Her head tipped back toward Feada's door. "I can tell."
She took him back home by a circuitous route, the better for him to see the town for what it was.
fin.
