Lost in Transit

8

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Teleportation was weird.

Simple statement, Complex implications.

Medea had demanded to watch when she realized I was leaving with Luna, and Luna did her the favor of not turning invisible first. Apparently, each person's version of a spell was vastly different, and they were incredibly personal, because they were direct representations of your Soul, given form and used to affect a change in the fabric of reality. Still, Luna allowed Medea to copy down the semi-geometric design, then promised to help her develop her own, later.

Then we stepped into the little circle, -it was only perhaps two feet wide, and she was pressed very closely against my chest to fit, which only made her smirk,- and all thought fled my mind as I suddenly dropped like a stone, landing on top of something soft.

I blinked a few times, my vision blurring and focusing on what -or who,- was under me, and then I stood up swiftly, away from the grinning Luna. "Well that was... bracing! Up you get!" I grabbed her armor's collar and hauled her to her feet, slightly peeved at her behavior so far.

She nodded and looked around the room, perhaps twelve by twelve, full of various books and a mannequin of the human body, well-detailed and describing the circulatory system, it seemed. "Odd... thought she'd be here..."

"Who?" I asked, picked up a leather-bound book without a title and examining the spine.

"That's a journal, I don't imagine it's polite to read them, though I've never used one myself, and I thought my mother would be here." She hummed.

"I thought your mother was a Warrior that didn't want you to be a Healer?" I asked, gesturing at the medical books as I placed the journal back where it had been.

"Ha! She studies medicine to find more efficient ways to kill, not heal!" She laughed sharply, clearly disapproving of the concept.

"Smart, I suppose. A knowledge of your enemy is required for any type of victory. Those without knowledge and information are doomed to fail." I shrugged.

"Wise words, I like her..." a woman of the same height as Luna came out of a side room, drying her hair, and raised an eyebrow at me. "Though she is barely equipped for a scrap with a duck..."

"I've had three weeks here, and that time has been spent making sure my Clan are secure and safe. Equipping myself before they had shelter and food would have been both stupid and wasteful." I responded blandly, while Luna had been stumped and stuttering an answer. Clearly her mother intimidated her, which I understood easily enough.

She grinned happily, and gave me a solid hug, making Luna stare at us in a puzzled stupor. "Oooh I like her!!! Are we keeping you, my dear? Your clan is so very small, we wouldn't mind you becoming a Branch-Clan and relocating here to the capital?"

"Yeera has very clearly stated my Clan is to be called the Children of the Half-Mountain, Lady Luna. Moving would possibly be Blasphemy, though I don't believe she would mind overly much. And I do not like being touched." I shook my head and freed myself from the hug with a shrug of my shoulders, making both of them gasp softly.

"Ah... my apologies, then, I meant no offense." The woman in front of me nodded apologetically, stepping back, and Luna's jaw dropped. Her mother, of course, noticed with the eyes on the back of her head. "Close your mouth, girl, and stand up straight! You are being rude!" She turned and frowned at her daughter severely, instantly correcting the behavior.

"Apologies, mother." She muttered, standing straight.

"Humph... now, you had a reason for entering my chambers without going through security? Is this a secret visit?" She got to business easily, and then surprised me by stripping the bathrobe she'd been wearing, tossing it into a small basket and pulling on a pair of underwear while I remained frozen, staring at the ceiling.