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Chapter 582
🕑 Added 2023-04-26 12:01:00 +0000 UTCEnjoy!
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“Ah.” Felix wasn’t quite prepared for that one. “Well, home is…was Fort Lauderdale. That’s in Florida. Which is in the United States—I’m not sure how much context I should give.”
Vess waved a hand. “Was it nice? Florida?”
“It was too hot, too humid, and too sunny. ‘Nice’ is a bit of a stretch…but it could be beautiful.”
“Hot and sunny sounds quite pleasant at the moment.”
Felix chuckled. “You know, it’s weird. My resistances are so high that I can ignore the temperature, but I still feel it. I might actually like the heat back home, now.”
Vess leaned in. “And your family? What were they like?”
“Around. My mom’s always been the stable center of our little family. Took care of all of us before and after my dad passed. Got me through school, my sister too. She fought for us, tooth and nail. My sister was still living with her when I last saw them.” Felix dragged his finger across the smooth stone table, a sourness bubbling up from within his chest. He clenched his fist and shoved it back down. “I miss them.”
Vess reached out and placed her hand on Felix’s. “I would love to meet them, one day. If they are anything like you, they are worth knowing.”
Felix grinned. “Well, Gabby isn’t all that great.”
The black iron door swung open and Sata returned, this time with a young boy helper, the both of them belaboring under trays piled with steaming food. It wasn’t fancy, but it smelled delicious, and it was a lot. Felix had to quickly shape an extension onto the table to fit it all.
“Oh you…brought your own table?” Sata said after placing her trays down. “Well good thing. This suits your folk more.”
The boy, even taller and more gangly than her, set a carafe hewn of literal ice between them all. “Where’d it come from? I didn’t see it lugged down here.”
Felix waggled his fingers, and a set of plates and cutlery manifested before himself and Vess. “Magic.”
Ferric Shaping is level 16!
…
Ferric Shaping is level 22!
The boy’s eyes widened. Sata patted him on the chest. “Let’s not bother the nice Humans, Nall. Have a nice meal, Frostkiller’s friends.”
The two young giants left, Nall staring at them the whole while. They shut the black door with an echoing crash.
“I like that about you, Felix.”
“Hmm?” He had lifted his plate and was inspecting the uneven surface with a critical eye. The knives and forks were even worse. “The plate thing? I was showing off a little. I should’ve made them outta stone. I’m better with it.”
Vess laughed. “No. Not the plate thing. You really do not mind, do you?”
“Don’t mind what?”
“That the giants seem to have given Beef the credit for today’s battle.”
“Oh. That.” He set his plate down. “No, this is the best case scenario. It was the point, after all.”
Vess lifted an eyebrow. “The point? You planned for Beef to take responsibility?”
“Yeah. I’m not always gonna be around, especially if I keep expanding my Authority. Eventually, I’ll need others to step up and help me out, and it’d be easier if the Territories respect them. I gave him the remains of the Greater Savage Therium and told him to make it a spectacle. He did good. He grows a little reputation with the giants, and I get a little anonymity for a bit longer. It’s win/win. Plus, the boost is good for his ego. I think he’s been stewing about not being more of a help last time we fought the Hierocracy.”
“You…that is wise.” Vess picked up her slightly warped fork and stabbed it into the steaming roast next to them. “Before long, you will no longer need my lessons on diplomacy.”
“Don’t worry. I promise I’ve got plenty of dumbass left in the tank.”
She snort-laughed, then put her hand over her mouth in embarrassment. “You certainly have a way with words.”
“Usually they just get me hit in the face,” Felix admitted. He cut into the roasted haunch next to him, and a burst of spicy aromas filled the room. “Oh this does look good.”
Talk faded as they dug into their meal. There were six separate dishes on display, each portioned for far bigger stomachs, but the pair of them were hungry. It had been a while since he’d eaten anything, and there was only so long someone could go before that caught up to them. The food was tasty as well as plentiful, cut from some beast Felix hadn’t encountered before, and it was heavily seasoned. The giants may not have liked the heat, but that didn’t apply to their food. The roast haunch wasn’t even the worst of it; that title was reserved for a pair of punch bowls filled to the brim with sauce, grain, vegetables, and more meat. It was sort of like a curry, if someone decided to make it with hellfire.
It was delicious.
The last few bites of it went down, just as hot as the rest, but they vanished before Felix could swallow. Hey!
Too Weak, his Hunger rumbled.
That’s because it wasn’t meant for you, jerk. Felix frowned at the empty bowl before gazing hopefully over the rest of the platters. They were all of them empty—a few were even wiped clean. Damn.
“I’m surprised you left the plate and cutlery behind,” Vess laughed. “I assume your Hunger is unsatisfied. You didn’t get to eat the entire army, after all.”
“It is a bit riled up, yeah. Then again, discounting the last few months, it usually is. I should be used to it by now.” Felix sighed and leaned back. He straightened quickly when the thick stone chair gave a baleful groan. He quickly reinforced it with more rock. “You’d think I’d be used to that, too.”
“I was regularly kept off balance when I was a child as a form of training. I find it helpful to keep myself centered as often as possible and flow with new events.” Vess took a sip from the chilled wine. “Learning to anticipate constant change is an uncomfortable habit, but it is worthwhile.”
“Really? Was that from all the combat training you’ve talked about?”
“No, actually. My father’s methods for teaching governance were quite grueling.”
Felix grunted, unable to hide his surprise. “You started learning to fight when you were nine, what about the other stuff? Diplomacy and oration and all that.”
“From the cradle.” She smiled faintly at Felix’s wince. “Evie reacted the same way, and I appreciate the sympathy, but I do not regret it. Unlike many on the Continent, my childhood was happy.”
“Sorry. Mine was a lot more…I want to say carefree.”
“Ah. Yes, that is something that was drilled into me quite young. My father was fond of telling me that ‘the burdens of Authority are great, and take a lifetime to master.’”
“He sounds like a good guy.”
“He is one of the best. I am eager for you to meet him, one day. He would be able to drain the rest of your ‘dumbass’ away, I would think.”
Felix laughed, and Vess was right behind him. “Your dad taught you about ruling, but what about your mom?”
“Mother was more interested in combat. She was a lot like yours. Strong.”
“My mom’s tough, true. Back when I was little, after my dad was gone, I saw her take on our landlord when he got handsy.” Felix smiled as the memory rose up clearer than ever in his Mind. “Never saw her use a spear, but she had a mean right hook.”
Vess laughed. “Very similar, then. My mother was our protector. The core of our House. Our Territory, even.”
“What happened to her?” Felix asked.
“She fought something beyond her,” Vess said, voice stiff. “A cautionary tale, some said. The Pathless priests once did a sermon on it…after my father heard of it, they never did again.”
“She was a Dragoon, right? And a Chanter. Must have been some threat.”
“She was, and I don’t know. The details of her death have been withheld from me my entire life. To protect me, my father claimed. I was unaware of her history with the Grand Harmony until Zara told us, but it helps explain a great deal about my mother’s power. She was well known for tackling tasks far too large for one of her Tier. More than once I woke at night, listening to my father trying to argue her down from some hunt.” Vess pushed crumbs across her plate with her bent fork. “She rarely listened.”
Felix grimaced. He held his Affinity close when he was around Vess, but he didn’t need magical senses to tell she was still hurt by whatever happened with her mother. He cleared his throat. “Did you have a chance to explore Cold Rock a little?”
“A touch. After the battle was over, I spent some time checking on the wounded. There weren’t many, thankfully, and I got to wander through their market a bit more. You?”
“Not so much. I’ve been prepping for tonight. After this I’ll be meeting with the Coven to discuss the approach to Kingsrock.”
“It is called the Starfield Step, yes?”
Felix glanced at the shut iron door. “Yeah. The Chanters think its Nymean.”
Vess leaned closer. “Trapped?”
“Undoubtedly.”
“That should prove interesting.”
Felix agreed. “It’s possible we’ll encounter monsters and enemies on the approach, but that’ll just make things interesting.” And if he was lucky, some of those monsters would end up being Tier V and up. His Hunger rumbled in agreement. “The real trick will be the Kingsrock itself.”
“Are you to…climb it?”
“They’ve been pretty vague on that part. Feels very much like a ‘get there and figure it out’ sorta situation.”
“It is well that you are good at improvisation, then.”
“Good seems like a stretch.”
“You will survive, at least.”
“Finger’s crossed,” he said. “Remind me to tell you about the time I survived getting lost in the Everglades. And that was before I had all these cool powers.”
“A harrowing experience, I assume.”
“Embarrassing mostly, if I ignore the part with all the crocodiles.”
Vess tilted her head. “You do miss it.”
Felix smiled, but it was a soft thing. The edges of that experience in the Everglades were softened by time and his hardships on the Continent. Compared to what he’d been through recently, it was almost a fond memory. “Yeah, I guess I do.”
“Do you believe Zara? That you could be sent home?”
“I do believe her, but I doubt it’s so simple. The fact that the Chanters don’t know enough about the Summoning Ritual makes me doubt it…but I can’t lie: the idea is enticing.”
“If you were given the choice, right now, would you leave? Go home to your people, your family, and leave the struggle behind?”
“I—I don’t know.” If he could run back to Earth, would the trouble just follow him? Crazy as it seemed, he was pretty sure his planet existed in the same universe…and who knew what the Ruin might do. He’d had visions of the consequences of running away from it before, back during his Omen Path. It had come to Earth. “I miss a lot of things back home, but we’ve made something here. Leaving Nagast behind, all of you…nah. The fight’s here. I’m not running from it.”
In recent months Felix had mostly run toward his problems, and frankly that was far better suited to him. He couldn’t leave the Continent to face Ruin without trying to help.
Vess reached out and gripped his hand. “I am happy you are here, Felix.” She smiled, cheek dimpling.
“I believe you.”
“Can you not feel it?” she asked. “Your Affinity is far stronger than my own.”
“Oh, uh. I don’t…use that around you,” he said. “It feels like cheating? Like I’m reading your mind without permission. Not really fair, considering I don’t stop myself with others.”
“That is sweet Felix, but unnecessary. If you need my permission, then you have it.” She tucked a strand of hair back behind her ear with her free hand, and her other one never left his palm. “Read away.”
Felix tentatively relaxed the stranglehold he had on his Affinity around Vess…and found a startling deep well of a great many things. Sparks of amusement and curiosity sang around her, while a halo of lingering melancholy slowly faded from her thoughts. A deep thrum of joy was there, filling the gaps of her Spirit. Happiness.
To be near him.
The next thing he knew, Felix was kissing her. She tasted of spices and strong berry wine, and her hand tightened on his own.
Hmm.
Felix blinked and pulled back, confused.
Another voice sounded off, a gleeful sort of chirrup. What happened? Did he kiss her?
Yes.
Oh, finally! I gotta tell Evie. She owes me three monster cores.
Wha–did you—Shut up. Felix shut out the sound of his Hunger and Pit. Not so much muting them as closing a door in their faces. He could still hear them, but muffled.
“Did I do something wrong?” Vess asked, searching his expression. “You seem angry.”
“Not at you,” Felix said. “I’ve just got too many passengers on this road trip.”
“Ah. Yin is a bit intrusive at times, too.” Vess grinned at him, the dimple in her cheek pressing deep. “He promised to ward our bond this evening, however. For privacy.”
Felix tried but couldn’t keep the smile off his face. “That–ahem–that’s nice of him.”
“Mhm.”
“Maybe he can teach me that trick sometime. Actually, as a Dragon, he probably knows a lot of magic. I never got a proper chance to talk to him about shaping—”
“Perhaps we can talk about Dragons another time.”
“What? Oh. Oh—”
She kissed him, and for a while, Felix didn’t care much about magic.
Comments
Braden Lambert
Hunger and Pit having banter together is amazing.
Kevin McClelland
Excellent!
Minitiative
The fact that the hunger is also there judging is fabulous.
Bradley Anderson
Great chapter thank you!
Beezy
TFTC!
