The Mage Wars

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6 Rigel of the year 13004

"We should leave soon," Galen offhandedly states. We've been going over the data Uncle Carys requested. It's a lot, and most of it was done by Kaelen. At least the data that came from outside the city walls. 

Galen and I took care of the data inside the castle. Mainly looking through records, taking an inventory of food needed, what bedding is missing, and anything domestically needed for life. It was interesting. 

And tiring. I'm pleased Father has a housekeeper to handle the domestic needs. 

Holly took over the healer's wing and did a full inventory with the help of Sir Haedyn. They got it done in under four days. Then, they took on the process of documenting which houses were in a state of ruin, which took longer. Thankfully, less than thirty need repairs. 

Altair and Ella took over the armoury and took stock of what was missing. Another tedious task, but it had to be done. Neirin, on the other hand, spent time with Guinevere. A different type of task. One Uncle Carys did not put on the list.

"I mentioned that to Neirin the other day," I organize my stack of papers and place my empty cup on top so the wind can't scatter the important pages. 

"Why do we have to leave? We were just starting to get comfy," Neirin leans back and crosses his arms over his chest. 

Oh, now we have a discussion on our hands. A right row if were not careful. 

"My point exactly. We have all the information King Carys requested, and you know as well as I that Syrpants are more active in late spring," Galen states. He pushes a fallen piece of hair out of his face. The general neglected to tie it back after his bath. 

I can smell the citrus soap he used. How he managed to find a bar is beyond me. I couldn't find a mint-scented bar of soap. The one I used on the road was used up when everyone started using it. Now I've been using a floral one, which is not to my taste. 

"When do we want to leave?" Altair asks, lifting his hand to shield his eyes from the sun beaming down on us. 

The captain agreed with Neirin to move the table back inside the castle, but it's been so nice outside that we didn't have the heart to do it. And some sunshine will do us all good after a long winter. 

"Seventh?" Ella asks. 

Holly shrugs and lifts her knee, and pulls it to her chest. She hugs it as she stares at her pages. "That's too soon. I'd like a few days to go over the herbs,"

"I thought you'd finished that," Altair states. 

Holly nods, pursing her lips. "I did, but I want to take stock of the herbs Evanath doesn't have," 

"You're going to pilfer some," 

"No one is using them," Holly shrugs. 

"What about the tenth?" Altair proposes. 

"That works for me," Holly nods, a large grin appearing on her face. 

"Excellent, I want to rummage around the high mages' study," I smile. Four days to myself. Four days to glean as much information on spells as possible. 

"I'm going to stay for a few days," 

Neirin wants to what? Why does he think we will agree to him staying here alone? Let alone convincing Sir Haedyn to let him stay. Sure, theirs only seven people in Vanora at the moment, excluding dragons, as they are dragons. We don't know how many people heard, let alone saw Vanora rise from the sea. There could be hundreds of people on their way.