“But I don't accept myself the way I am.”
The peaceful sounds of the rain settled around them, along with the murmur of the people in the tents nearby. Those had gradually transformed from the cries of the wounded to the laughter and muttered conversation of a feast.
Charity shook her head, letting out a long sigh. “I suppose I understand. We all need to see the world outside the family sooner or later. But it's a shame.”
Shadows started to devour Charity from the feet, slowly moving up. Mercy sensed nothing; either this was one of her mysterious Sage powers, or her madra control was at such a level that she could completely avoid Mercy's senses. Probably both.
“Fury has yet to make his selection for our primary team, but you were to lead, and I had chosen Harmony to be the second. If your brother Pride can replace you, that still leaves an empty space for Fury. And one for me.”
The shadows had reached her neck, and her face started to fade away. “And I can fill that slot however I want…”
Her vivid purple eyes faded last, along with the echo of her voice.
Mercy shivered. “That's spooky, Aunt Charity, stop that. And what do you mean?”
She was probably still around, veiled and invisible, but Mercy could neither see nor sense anything.
Only the wind answered her.
“Aunt Charity? ...Charity?”
The silver-and-purple owl fluttered and flew away.
Chapter 13
Since flying was temporarily forbidden, it took Eithan all day to lead Lindon through the massive camp outside the city walls and to Fisher Gesha. By the time they arrived, the sun was setting.
Dross had spent the entire journey trying to guess what his gift was and trick Eithan into giving him hints. His guesses had ranged from ‘a mind sword’ to ‘an egg that hatches into a monster.’
During their time in the Night Wheel Valley, Fisher Gesha had finished constructing her barn…and, in fact, had mounted it on massive purple spider legs like the ones she used to walk. Her mobile Soulsmith foundry had roamed around to provide service to the entire Blackflame camp.
Now, the barn sat with its legs withdrawn amidst the packed sea of refugees around Blackflame City.
Eithan ignored the 'Closed for Business' sign and pushed through the door, striding in as though into his own home.
Gesha stood hovering in the middle of the room on her spider-drudge, which was suspended from the ceiling by its own extended legs. She held a lens up to one eye, through which she examined a dangling Remnant's corpse. It looked like a donkey fashioned of rainbows, and it bled motes of multicolored essence up into the air. If not for the scripted strips of cloth she'd wrapped all over it, the dead matter would have dissolved completely.
The tiny woman spoke without looking. “Are you trying to get beat, hm? Closed! The sign says closed! I do not work at night.”
When she did finally look at them, her one eye magnified because of the lens over it, she seemed disappointed. “If a customer was rude enough to come in at this hour, I would give them a beating. Who should I beat now?”
Eithan gestured grandly to Lindon. “By all means, satisfy yourself! But meanwhile, I have an experiment for you.”
Gesha's drudge released the ceiling one leg at a time, driving its spiked feet into grooves in the walls as it slowly made its way down. Its central body remained steady as it lowered.
After only a breath or two, the construct reached the ground and skittered over to Eithan. The legs extended, raising Gesha until she could squint into Eithan's face from equal height. “You have another Underlord for me to shoot, do you?”
That caught Lindon's attention, but Eithan laughed it off. “I'm afraid I'm not up to anything quite so much fun. Dross, it's time.”
Dross spun out of Lindon, his single eye shining. [Oh! Is it a horse? I bet it's a horse.]
Eithan reached into his outer robe and pulled out a shallow, slender box. It was so wide that Lindon wondered how Eithan could possibly keep it in a pocket without it showing.
It was impossible, he realized. And this wasn't the first time that Eithan had pulled something seemingly out of thin air.
He was either hiding these things somehow, or he had a void key of his own. And drawing from his pocket was his way of disguising the key itself.
Lindon needed to figure out a way to do that himself.
Eithan met Dross' eye, resting his fingers on the top of the box. “Within this box rests the key to unlocking your gift.”
[You know what, never mind, I couldn’t do anything with a horse. Stupid idea. If it’s a horse, don’t tell me.]
With a grand gesture, Eithan whipped open the lid, revealing two rows of scales. Ten in total. They were shaped like coins and stamped with the crest of the Blackflame Empire, Forged from purplish madra that swam with vague images. They gave off a hazy, illusory light. Dream madra.
They radiated the power of a Truegold, which made them high-grade scales. Valuable, but not the best Eithan could have afforded.
If Eithan had made them travel all day and visit Fisher Gesha just so he could hand Dross a box of scales, Lindon was going to set him on fire.
[Oooooh, dream madra! This is...very exciting, but...are you sure there isn't more to it?]
Eithan picked up one of the scales and held it out to Dross. “Why don't you try cycling one? You might like it.”
Dross' eye swiveled to Lindon as though looking for approval, but he snapped up the scale between his teeth before Lindon could say anything.
[Mmm ga mmph muph,] he said.
Did having something in his mouth really stop him from talking clearly? Or was he imitating humans?
Dross slurped up the scale, making an exaggerated gulping sound and then closing his eye. He started to shimmer with a violet light, and Lindon could feel madra passing through his channels and into his core.
[Yes, yes, I think I do like this. It's kind of a tingly feeling.]
“This is only the key,” Eithan reminded him. “I want you at your peak condition before I try my experiment. Can you show Lindon an illusion?”
Gesha let her drudge walk her over to a nearby table, where she started polishing a tool. “Do they need to be in my place of work?” she said loudly. “No. Bothering me at all hours. Could have come and found me when I was needed, done all the rest of this outside.”
[Anything specific?] Dross asked.
“Dealer's choice,” Eithan responded.
Dross thought for a minute, and suddenly Lindon saw a horse burst through the doors. It wasn't a very convincing horse; it was largely transparent, and as it tossed its head, sparkles flew from its mane. It trotted around the room, demonstrating that it was as long as a wagon train and had sixteen legs.
[Majestic creatures.]
“How is it, Lindon?” Eithan asked.
“It's a beautiful horse,” Lindon said to Dross, “but it isn't quite realistic.”
[Well, maybe I didn’t get the shading down. Or the shape. It’s really a lot easier if I have something to model it on.]
“Keep cycling,” Eithan instructed, then turned to Gesha. “Fisher, I apologize for the delay. Could you give Lindon a project he might complete, given a little experimentation? Something with the materials you have here.”
Fisher Gesha grumbled, looking Lindon sharply in the eye. Without a word, she let him know that if this ended up being a waste of her time, he would be the one to suffer.
But in the end, she popped open a series of boxes, laying out the ingredients for a simple construct. First, a crimson Truegold-level fire binding shaped like a thin, twisting corkscrew, which hissed as it sat on the table. Second, three collections of dead matter, like piles of Remnant bones: one pile white, one gray, and one striped in multiple colors that she had no doubt stripped from the rainbow Remnant that day. Finally, she set down a Forged circle of madra the rough size and shape of a scale: the sample of the customer's madra.