Essention: Heat and Motion

Chapter 4: Bitter Late Introductions

A short intermission filled with yelling, drying, and some slight smacking later, Vivran and Ton-Ire sat back down in their seats, both wearing mixed expressions of sheepish guilt and slight annoyance. 

Vivran propped his chin up with his left hand and glanced down at the sleeping boy who had miraculously came out unscathed from that skirmish- is what he'd like to say, but the scars and bruises were really hard to tell apart by when they were made. Then again, his body hadn't shifted at all, so it was safe to say that no harm had come to him- at least in the healing room.

"Hey Spinner, I thought you said that this would be over quick, but none of his wounds have disappeared and its already been 15 minutes," said Vivran. The image of his master-soon-to-be laughing at his confidence still stuck out in his brain. The only reason he hadn't punched the old man (over that) was because he'd been curious about the implications of a faster recovery rate. "At the speed he's going, he'll never be able to beat my time."

"Bah, do you hear yourself?!" Ton-Ire spat. "How'd you be able to judge his condition 10 hours from now just from 15 minutes of interrupted healing?"

"I'm just saying that by now- what do you mean by 'interrupted'?"

The boy wasn't sure what that implied. Neither of the two had laid so much as a hand nor spit take on Red-Hair; he was just as healthy, or rather unhealthy, as when he had been brought in.

"Just because he wasn't the one who was hurt doesn't mean that he didn't take any of the repercussions for it," replied Ton-Ire. "Take a look at that right arm of yours."

Vivran tweaked an eyebrow as he raised his arm for closer inspection.

"-? Looks perfectly fine to me."

"Bwehehehe! You really are an odd one. That's the point, ya brick! I'm honestly surprised you managed to forget such a wound, but a few minutes prior, there was a giant red blotch of a burn sitting pretty right there, ain't that so?"

"--! That's right! That stupid Red-Hair blasted me with some kind of insane heat beam move! I gotta remember to ask him about that when wakes up."

The Spinner let out a sigh at the youngsters incapability at picking up what he was putting down.

"Always focused on the wrong things, eh?"

"Hm?"

"What I'm tryna to say here is, this room was too busy healing you to focus on Mr. Concussion over there."

Taking another thoughtful sip of his tea, he added:

"Probably didn't help with that short little scuffle earlier."

"..."

Vivran honestly wasn't sure he'd ever be able to get a read on The Spinner's personality. His words seemed to airy and his speech would range from those of the wise old wizards he used to do chores for back at the village, to the playfully annoying brats he was often at the mercy of back in the city. The best part was that the old man didn't even seem aware of these abrupt changes in his personality, and indeed would switch in the middle of his own sentences. Not that Vivran minded. It was a new experience after all.

"Just to let you know before Ondo wakes up and all, 15 hours of recovery isn't as impressive as you think it is."

"-Eh?"

In the middle of Vivran's mental assessment, Ton-Ire suddenly stared at the boy with a serious expression. It looked as though he'd been wanting to say this for a while, but had been forced put it off until now due to everything that had occurred upon the boy's arrival.