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48: Family
🕑 Added 2020-02-15 16:46:55 +0000 UTCWe left the cave after a post-feast nap. It was fascinating to watch the kids prepare. Billisha fought me to wear the backpack, while Aluali held my bow. Both were insistent that I carry only what was immediately useful; that I not be encumbered by anything that inhibited my ability to respond to threats.
The kids also talked to each other about the list of things to bring: water, food, the first aid kit, weapons, and rope. They made sure the backpack’s straps were tight, and the equipment inside was well stowed.
They taught me the Diaksh words for danger, attack, trap, run, hide, scatter, come-close, forward, back, left, right, up, down, underground, near, middle-distance, and far. At the same time, they showed me the Trade Sign equivalents.
These kids, I totally wanted to bring them into my gaming group back in Portland. Not that they were experienced--their actions were hesitant, nervous, and sometimes faltered--but it was clear they’d been told what to do when heading out into the wildness. They were sensible about the danger, and were doing their best to remember and carry out those instructions. I overruled them on lugging the stuff up to the escarpment, but from there, I let them do as they pleased. They knew this world better than I did.
As for the rest of our stuff, we left it in the cave. There was a decent chance it’d take more than one day to clean up the glen, and we’d come back for it later.
The kids turned on Meliune’s Blessing to walk up the narrow ledge to the escarpment. There, they turned it off to confer and make sure everything was ready. Then, they turned it on again to wait blank-faced for me to lead them to the glen. They were like kids putting on their coats before heading out into the rain.
The rest of the way, I wasn’t allowed to help them navigate the obstacles. Not clambering down the bulge in the escarpment. Not holding aside branches to let them through thick bushes. Nothing. All that was required of me was to keep watch and be ready with my spear.
I shook my head. This is a heck of a world you’ve got, Diriktot.
Life-life-life. Loss-sorrow-hunger. Joy-family-delicious. Same-same-same. Tiny bits of the uekisheile poked out of my scalp to help sense for dangerous qi. Unless I ran my hands through my hair, the thin tendrils shouldn’t be visible. Like-like Billisha-Aluali share-food. Question-question-family?
Don’t/know-don’t/know, I responded. Future-uncertain future-- I didn’t know how to continue.
Inside me was a push-pull of emotions. The kids helped me recognize that I’d been lonely. Their singing and dancing were a delight. They were so well-behaved and ready to assist with whatever needed doing. I felt protective of them. At the same time, if I really wanted to protect them, I’d take them to the farms east of Ikfael Glen. The children deserved better than to live in the woods and constantly in danger.
My emotions were clouded. The longing for my own children interfered with making the best decision for Billisha and Aluali. Would Ikfael even let them stay at the glen?
The uekisheile picked up on my inner turmoil and let me be.
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The bishkawi alpha’s corpse smelled of raw meat doused in mint extract. The combination was gag-inducing. The kids found it gross too, wrinkling their noses. But that was only after they’d picked their jaws up from the ground. I don’t think they’d understood before just how big the alpha was.
The body was as I’d left it, untouched by scavengers. I was surprised at first, but then realized it was the mint. The chishiaxpe must use the scent as a way to scare off anything that might steal their kills.
The kids wanted to retrieve the arrows, but there was no frickin’ way I was going to let children handle anything poisoned. I cut the argument short by saying, “I adult.”
Billisha’s mouth opened, but nothing came out. She turned to Aluali for support, but he shrugged and said, “He adult.”
So I retrieved the arrows myself and carefully wrapped the heads in cloth before placing them in the backpack. Then, we had another argument when Billisha wanted to skin the alpha.
The hide was burned at the shoulder and poked full of holes everywhere else. There was a roughly circular patch on the back that was intact, but I wasn’t sure it was worth the danger. I’d used a lot of poison on the alpha--most of the bottle, in fact--and I was leery of accidental contact.
Thinking about it, I decided not to pull the “adult” card again. One, it was obnoxious and not necessarily good parenting. And two, the kids had been helpless while in Boscun and Kaad’s hands. They needed to now feel like they had control over their own lives.
Instead, I explained that there were almost a dozen bodies waiting for us; less damaged bodies with single wounds. It’d be a lot safer to skin them instead of the alpha. I could see the reluctance in Billisha’s eyes--the alpha was clearly a prize--but she let herself be convinced. She expressed her determination, though, to skin the other bishkawi.
I agreed. It’d delay our arrival, but not significantly. Along the way, we also fought over who would pull the poisoned stakes and what to do with them. Short answer: I did, and I buried the poisoned heads. I didn’t want the kids carrying them nor some poor rando hunter to accidentally stumble across them.
The kids made quick work of the bishkawi hides. They weren’t just Talented. They’d also been trained. We had three rolled up bishkawi hides with us when we left the deer thicket.
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The glen smelled ten times worse than the alpha, the scent of minty spoiled meat pervading the place. The bodies from last night weren’t too bad, but the dead from the fight between the turkeys and bishkawi had sat in the sun for a couple days now.
I managed to hold onto my breakfast, but barely, while poor Aluali dropped to all fours to vomit. That, in turn, triggered Billisha to toss up her share. Bleurgh. I jumped to keep the yellow-blue gruel-like stream from splattering my shoes. It was nasty.
While the kids recovered, I approached the pool. Ikfael needed to know it was safe to return, so I made a spirit sculpture of me with my spear raised in victory. A whole troop of bishkawi lay at my feet. When the sculpture was done, I tossed it into the water, and it passed through the spirit door without any problems.
Moments later, Ikfael’s figure shot out of the water to land beside me. She wore a Powell’s City of Books t-shirt, a Portland Trail Blazers ball cap, and cheap sunglasses, the kind you’d buy for ten dollars at Saturday Market.
She took off the sunglasses for a better look at the state of the glen. Her face was expressive: shock, disgust, disbelief, anger, and a distressed expression that was hard for me to interpret.
I leaned in to support her. “I’m sorry I couldn’t--”
Bleurgh. Ikfael heaved onto me, a firehose blasting a blend of donuts and milky coffee. There were mushy Fruit Loops mixed in, so they were probably from Voodoo Donuts. Yeah, that was likely. The shop was a popular tourist spot.
Ikfael grasped my shirt with both paws and vomited a second time. Just how many donuts had she eaten? I looked up and away; ignoring the warm fountain dousing my shirt. The sky was so blue, dotted with only a handful of feathered clouds. Just how had I gotten into this position?
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An hour later, all the carcasses were shoved to one corner; waiting for Ikfael to recover her mana. She sat at the edge of the pool, bent over and winded like she’d run a marathon. A part of me wondered if she was going to throw up again. The other part wondered just how the heck she was so strong.
I’d seen her create pseudopods before, but to clean up the glen, she’d raised half the pool’s water into a tsunami to carry away everything not attached to the ground. The children and I were abruptly warned to get out of the area beforehand, so we were dry. The rest of the glen was sodden with water though.
Alas, I think Ikfael also broke the kids. They were surprised by my Level. They were shocked at the size of the alpha’s core. They were amazed by the size of the alpha. But Ikfael… Ikfael was apparently on a whole other level.
As soon as they saw her, Billisha and Aluali prostrated themselves and stayed that way. I had to drag them out of the glen to make sure they didn’t get swept up by the water. When Ikfael was done, though, they went right back to it.
Had I underestimated Dr. Otter? Was she even more amazing than I thought? Either that or sentient animals were rare. But no, she wasn’t an animal, was she? According to the Status Camera, she was a Spirit of the Land.
Click.
Ikfael Glen, Spirit of the Land
Talents: One with Water and Stone, Hoarder’s Pocket, Artist, Foodie
Nascent: Ritualist, Door Guard, ???
Last I checked, Foodie and Artist were Nascent. The adventure with Diriktot must’ve triggered them into becoming a full-blown Talents. Just what exactly did they do in Portland?
A couple more Nascent Talents revealed themselves. Ritualist wasn’t a surprise, given the number of rituals she’d performed on me. Door Guard though--I’d thought that the Spirit Door at the bottom of the pool was created by Ikfael, but the Talent implied that it was there independently of her. Maybe all that time spent lazing in the pool, she was actually working?
I caught Ikfael glaring in my direction. Her eyes narrowed, like I was in big trouble. Beside me, facedown on the ground, I heard Billisha gulp.
Ikfael’s paw gestured, “Come here. Sit.”
This wasn’t the first time in my life I’d been in trouble. I knew it was best to face it head on and get through it as fast and cleanly as possible. I squared my shoulders and sat where she’d directed.
Ikfael surprised me by erecting a sheet of water, so that the kids could no longer see us. She pointed at my heart, exactly where the uikisheile resided. “Show me.”
I felt my eyebrows climb. She knew?
The uekisheile and I had worked out a way to hide their qi behind mine, but apparently, it wasn’t as effective as we thought it was. I mean, I was going to tell Ikfael about the uekisheile. Eventually. After asking her about the kids. Maybe tomorrow. After I’d figured out a way to explain the situation.
Right. Jig’s up. It took me a second to change mental gears. Come-out-little/buddy.
They sprouted abundantly, all over my face and neck, so much so that the uekisheile’s tufts obscured my vision. They waved happily at Ikfael, tickling my nose. Joy-joy-encounter. Meet-visit-family.
I cleared the tufts out of the way and saw that Ikfael was suddenly standing ten yards away; looking dubiously in my direction. “It’s okay,” I said. “Safe,” I gestured in Trade Sign. I repeated the word in Diaksh, while petting the uekisheile.
Ikfael watched, and the caution slowly--very slowly--melted into curiosity. She came closer, moved the t-shirt aside to pull a--yes, that was a pool cue--she pulled a pool cue from her pocket, and used it to poke the uekisheile.
Tickles-tickles-tickles.
The uekisheile wriggled, which in turn caused its tufts to tickle me even more. I giggled, like a little kid. Oh, we broke Ikfael. She just stared at us.
The moment drew out, and the uekisheile wondered if they should go over to make sure everything was all right with friend-family-Ikfael. Fortunately, that plan was cut short when Ikfael sighed and rubbed her face in disbelief.
She put the pool cue away and drew water from the pool to shape into a tablet. Whatever she saw in it, though, broke her again. The expression on her face, it was like seeing a clown ride a unicycle down the street while singing opera and juggling apples for the first time.
By the way, my record was three times with three different clowns. Ah, Portland, my dear friend, I surely missed you.
I badly wanted to look at the screen, but Ikfael woke up at my movement. She stepped back to keep the distance between us and shook her head. “Stay there.”
Eventually, she let the tablet dissipate. “Hide that,” she gestured, and when the uekisheile disappeared inside me, the water curtain fell to the ground.
Well, at least the uekisheile was enjoying themselves. Ikfael-fun-delicious. Qi-delicious-delicious. Rich-creamy-dense.
No/eat-friend-friend, I said to them.
Understand-understand-friend. Understand-understand-family, they happily replied. Family-family-grows.
Huh. It was true that I was fond of Ikfael. She’d saved my life and given me the gift of magic. We’d worked together to fight off the glen’s invaders, and there was no denying that the otter was adorable, even when she rolled her eyes at me.
Family didn’t always mean the one you were born into. They were assembled and built over time, with care and effort. I’d been half-lucky with my first family, and incredibly lucky with my second. Was this a chance for a third?
Ikfael caught my attention with a wave. She pointed to the children. She signed, “I question those people.” She pointed to the pile of bishkawi and turkey carcasses. “I question those.”
So I told the story of the bishkawi troop’s invasion of the glen. She’d likely witnessed the parts that took place in the glen, but there was so much more that happened. Using a mix of pantomime, Trade Sign, and my limited vocabulary in Diaksh, I ran through the events of the past few days: the cunning of the bishkawi, being trapped in the cave, fighting the zombies, the Red Room, killing the chliapp lion, freeing the children--all of it.
The story was told plainly, without too many embellishments. The plainest words were often the most powerful. The best art, without artifice. Also, I didn’t want to feel like I was conning Ikfael or trying to win her over. Our relationship had come farther than where it was when we first bartered for the magic dagger.
It was Helen that taught me that plain, honest communication was best when situations became complicated. To listen and speak with the intent to connect; to hear and speak from the heart. The act was simplicity itself, and yet so very hard.
So, I pretended I was talking to Helen and explained all the things I’d had to do to make things right for the glen. I made sure to credit the uekishelie and the children for helping. They were instrumental in getting me ready for the fight.
The story was as honest as I could make it, and I felt my heart in my throat afterward. Only by telling the story did I realize just how hard the experience had been.
The look on Ikfael’s face was complicated, like I’d handed her a big problem. Like she was pleased and embarrassed. Like she didn’t know what to do. She ran a paw through the fur on her head and sat down to think. The position was familiar--it was the same one as when she debated with herself about first teaching me magic.
Last time, it’d taken her hours to decide, so I walked over to where the children lay prostrated. “Come. Help with turkey and bishkawi,” I said.
Billisha looked up, tears in her eyes. Aluali was blank-faced, but I saw that his hands trembled. They must’ve been eavesdropping. Neither of them looked afraid of me or disturbed by what I’d done. I sighed and patted their heads. They really were good kids.
“Work help quiet mind,” I said. “Come.”
I stood them up and led them to the carcasses piled up at the edge of the glen. They were hesitant at first, but I pulled them along.
We sorted the bodies: the ravaged ones were dragged outside Ikfael’s territory, while the intact dead were kept behind. I recovered the arrows and let the kids skin the bodies. I also cut a hunk of meat from one and tossed it outside the glen. It’d be my test to see if the meat was poisoned. I didn’t think so, but didn’t want to risk the children’s lives on a supposition.
When we were done, I showed the kids how to knap flint and make wood-working tools. We had our knives and axes, but an adze and draw knife would still be helpful. We also started braiding cordage. The goal was to eventually make racks for the bishkhawi hides. Even if the kids ended up at the farms to the east, the racks would be helpful to me.
Around five, we went fishing. Ikfael still sat in the same place, her paw tapping as she thought.
We made short, improvised spears for Billisha and Aluali, but they were terrible fishers. Too slow and not very good judges of movement underwater. It was an effort on my part not to laugh, but they took it so seriously. They were intent, as if their survival depended on how well they fished. Well, it did. But also didn’t. I was there, after all.
We stayed long enough for me to catch four fish: a trout, two bass, and a salmon. The salmon was a particularly chunky treat, almost two feet long. It didn’t look like the chinook I was used to. More like Atlantic. Well, whatever kind it was, my mouth watered in anticipation. I loved grilled salmon, and we had salt with us!
Billisha started the fire. She didn’t have any problems using the Fire Starter, so she must’ve had access to her mana.
“How use?” I asked her.
She quirked her head, confused. “Fire Starter? With mana.”
“How use mana?”
“Ah, with eisendon.” Billisha opened her shirt to show me a scar above her heart, shaped like a shepherd’s crook with fillagreed wings.
“I have eisendon,” Aluali said, and he showed me his scar. “Get when small child.” He made the motion for rocking a baby. “You no have eisendon?”
“I have inside,” I said, showing them my bare chest. Whatever Ikfael did to me, it hadn’t left any scars.
The kids looked at each other in surprise, but it passed quickly. The shocks had come often and quickly, and they were learning to adapt.
A moment later, Billisha nodded to herself. “Yes, I understand. We understand. Zasha is--” She frowned searching for a way to explain the next word. She enlisted Alauli’s help, and they came up with a number of gestures.
Apparently, I was either a giant, the sun, the moon, a deep pool of water, and/or a wriggling motion of the fingers.
Gods help me, I blushed. When was the last time, I’d blushed? Not since Helen was alive. “And zasha?”
They struggled again to explain the meaning. I was a roof, a rain cloud, a stalk of corn, a protector and source of life. I felt my heart swell. These kids, they were just too sweet.
That’s it. I can’t take it anymore. The heart wants what the heart wants. I’ll just have to do my best to protect them. “I question. You want stay--”
At the same time, Billisha started asking, “We question. We want stay--”
The three of us stared at each other for a beat and then burst out laughing.
My smile faded, only the edges lingering. “You want stay? You understand danger?”
Billisha also turned serious. “We understand danger. Forest danger. Village danger. All danger. We stay with zasha. Zasha want us?”
“Yes, I want you, but--” I looked over at Ikfael.
She’d been watching us for the past few minutes, and looked put upon. Like incredibly put upon.
Ikfael shook her head in dismay, like she couldn’t believe what she was about to do. “You stay. You stay. You stay,” she said pointing to each of us. “I want fish. One day, one fish. You and you and you, give one fish. And bishkawi hide. And--” she looked at our stuff. “Knife. Two knife. Three knife. And, and, you hunt food. You fight for Ikfael Glen. We trade?”
Barter 4 -> 5
I grinned, swiping away the notification. “No. No. We no trade. We share. We give. We give with Ikfael Glen.”
After all, we give when it’s for family.
Comments
tibbish
I think you pretty much nailed the bushcraft + magic exploration. Only thing I'd want for is more chapters but you're doing what you can already.
3seed
Hmm... that's still to be determined.
3seed
Oh, and thank you for the kind words. :-)
3seed
One of my goals was to explore what it would take to survive in a portal situation. It's something a lot of stories just take for granted, so that they can dive quickly into the action. I wondered, though, if those early moments weren't worthy of a story in their own right. Survival in the wilderness stories exist. Wouldn't it be interesting to genre smash them together with isekai? That was my thinking anyway. In hindsight, as I reflect on the novel, I probably got carried away with the bushcraft and the magic exploration. There's a section in the novel's middle that could've been condensed, and the story would've been better off for it. I've never written a web serial though, and pacing is something I'd normally fix in a manuscript's second draft. Overall, it's been a useful and interesting learning experience. I'm looking forward to applying those lessons to the next book.
Hugo
Really, really impressed with your work. Yes, it is somewhat slow paced, yes, the chapters are slow to come. But I think you more than make up for it in quality. Beautiful story, has some very sweet and real moments.
3seed
The equivalent might be something like "benefactor."
reji
Hm, does kids get their landowners too? Ueki get qi friends, kids unlock qi. Win-win
reji
Ueki... is a family too!
MagicWafflez
... i really want to know what zasha is xD that... didn't make any sense... is it a druid? a spirit's priest?
3seed
The next book is going to be about contact with the villages and town to the east of Ikfael Glen. I'm looking forward to sharing more of the world, now that Ollie's horizons have expanded.
Adrian Gorgey
Good stuff!! You've done a great job. I look forward to him learning more and interacting with the wider world.
3seed
This is technically the end of book 1, so I wanted to make sure I hit just the right note. We have two reflection pieces next week, and then the week after, we roll into the next book.
tibbish
Dawww that ending was right in the feels
