Chapter 99
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Chapter 99
Sometimes, dreams were bad. Most of the time, really. Nightmares could be anything you could imagine, things you didnt know you could imagine. Or just worse versions of what had already happened. Memories of loss, hunger, solitude all of those quite frequently graced Velvets dreams.
This one involved her father. Usually those werent good dreams. However, this one sparked a particular memory. She hadnt been old enough to remember details, but she knew hed come to tell her stories before bed. Stories of princes and princesses and cultivators and magic, where everything always had a happy ending.
Normally Velvets mind would wander to later in her life, when she was lying in her bed at night with no one to tuck her in- or later when a hard bed seemed like a luxury. This dream didnt go there. Instead, her father read her stories and held her hand as she fell asleep. Her mother came in and kissed her forehead too. Then she fell asleep.
-----
It was strange to feel comfortable when waking up. Velvet knew her bed was technically nice, but it never felt like it. The air was always too warm or too cold. Sometimes she kicked off the sheets or fell onto the floor. But this time was comfortable. Memories of the dream shed been having quickly faded. It was something nice though.
The weirdest part was when she realized she wasnt on her bed. When her eyes opened, she only saw the ceiling. Wasnt this one of her hallways? She turned her head, following the line of her arm to what she was holding on to. Someones wrist? She quickly let go.
Good morning, young lady. Did you sleep well?
Her immediate thought was to answer yes. Instead, she chose to take a better stock of her situation. She felt comfortable, but shed definitely been sleeping on the hard floor. Her fingers were pale- how hard had she been gripping?
Anton sat next to her, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Velvet wasnt willing to answer the question, so she asked one of her own. Why am I here? As she spoke, she found her throat was dry, her lips cracked. How had she felt comfort like that?
A good question. Not where Id recommend people take a nap, but to each their own. Anton stood, reaching out a hand to help her up.
She took it. Or she tried to, but the fingers in her right hand wouldnt move properly. She switched hands and let herself be pulled up at a strange angle. There was something she vaguely remembered stumbling back home. Why are you here?
Anton smiled. It almost seemed sincere. I noticed a distinct lack of your presence, so I came to check up on you. You didnt respond so I quite rudely let myself in.
That didnt actually bother her as much as she thought it would. She tried to remember. Shed come back because she figured it out. She wasnt being taught because she couldnt learn. Youre good enough. A voice echoed in her mind. It wasnt hers.
This wasnt right. What had he done?
You have to trust someone.
A stupid thought. Why would Anton have to mess with her head? She did that enough on her own. And he was almost nice to her.
I- she tried to speak, but her throat cracked.
... how about we eat a little bit more first? Anton knew he was still old and wrinkly, but at least his stomach felt like he was a young man again.
... yes please.
-----
It turned out Velvet had been doing everything wrong. Well, not everything. But it sure felt like it. Whenever she described areas she was having trouble, Anton had her demonstrate and then at least two or three different pieces of advice. He even had a whole notebook he consulted- but she could see his handwriting in it. How had he gotten so much experience? She figured that out when he added more notes to it.
I havent come across that exact problem before, Anton said. But it might be that your meridians are better suited to a certain pattern of circulation.
He explained what he meant. For that, he talked about how blood flowed through the body. The exact layout didnt match the meridians, but it was the best analog. Most importantly was how blood returned to the heart and lungs, and valves. Velvets meridians always felt like hollow tubes, but as she tried different directions of circulation for each branch of meridians going away from her dantian, she felt a strong difference. She hadnt really thought about it, but now she could tell that one way was wrong. The cultivation technique had just said which meridians to circulate through in order, but not which direction.
And Anton said he hadnt found a difference.
... Does that make me weird? Velvet asked.
His response came fairly quickly. Human bodies are all different. Height and hair and skin are all obviously visible, but theres much more inside that nobody really interacts with. Meridians should be no different.
... You didnt say Im not weird, Velvet muttered.
One of my toes is longer, Anton said.
What?
As an answer, Anton removed his shoes, placing his feet on the table. They were old and wrinkly and gnarled, but they were actually quite clean. See these two? Anton pressed his feet together. The fourth toe on the left is quite a bit longer, isnt it?
...Weird.
Thats right! Anton said. It is a bit weird. Did you notice Pete is left handed? Makes quite a difference in a spar.
Yeah. Velvet knew that Anton was just trying to make her feel normal but it worked. What about muscle? Im not sure I did everything right there
She was working on the tenth star, which was the second full body tempering. She had so many mistakes to make up for, but strangely enough just asking about it got her answers. She just hoped Anton didnt suddenly leave.
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Chapter 99
Sometimes, dreams were bad. Most of the time, really. Nightmares could be anything you could imagine, things you didnt know you could imagine. Or just worse versions of what had already happened. Memories of loss, hunger, solitude all of those quite frequently graced Velvets dreams.
This one involved her father. Usually those werent good dreams. However, this one sparked a particular memory. She hadnt been old enough to remember details, but she knew hed come to tell her stories before bed. Stories of princes and princesses and cultivators and magic, where everything always had a happy ending.
Normally Velvets mind would wander to later in her life, when she was lying in her bed at night with no one to tuck her in- or later when a hard bed seemed like a luxury. This dream didnt go there. Instead, her father read her stories and held her hand as she fell asleep. Her mother came in and kissed her forehead too. Then she fell asleep.
-----
It was strange to feel comfortable when waking up. Velvet knew her bed was technically nice, but it never felt like it. The air was always too warm or too cold. Sometimes she kicked off the sheets or fell onto the floor. But this time was comfortable. Memories of the dream shed been having quickly faded. It was something nice though.
The weirdest part was when she realized she wasnt on her bed. When her eyes opened, she only saw the ceiling. Wasnt this one of her hallways? She turned her head, following the line of her arm to what she was holding on to. Someones wrist? She quickly let go.
Good morning, young lady. Did you sleep well?
Her immediate thought was to answer yes. Instead, she chose to take a better stock of her situation. She felt comfortable, but shed definitely been sleeping on the hard floor. Her fingers were pale- how hard had she been gripping?
Anton sat next to her, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Velvet wasnt willing to answer the question, so she asked one of her own. Why am I here? As she spoke, she found her throat was dry, her lips cracked. How had she felt comfort like that?
A good question. Not where Id recommend people take a nap, but to each their own. Anton stood, reaching out a hand to help her up.
She took it. Or she tried to, but the fingers in her right hand wouldnt move properly. She switched hands and let herself be pulled up at a strange angle. There was something she vaguely remembered stumbling back home. Why are you here?
Anton smiled. It almost seemed sincere. I noticed a distinct lack of your presence, so I came to check up on you. You didnt respond so I quite rudely let myself in.
That didnt actually bother her as much as she thought it would. She tried to remember. Shed come back because she figured it out. She wasnt being taught because she couldnt learn. Youre good enough. A voice echoed in her mind. It wasnt hers.
This wasnt right. What had he done?
You have to trust someone.
A stupid thought. Why would Anton have to mess with her head? She did that enough on her own. And he was almost nice to her.
I- she tried to speak, but her throat cracked.
... how about we eat a little bit more first? Anton knew he was still old and wrinkly, but at least his stomach felt like he was a young man again.
... yes please.
-----
It turned out Velvet had been doing everything wrong. Well, not everything. But it sure felt like it. Whenever she described areas she was having trouble, Anton had her demonstrate and then at least two or three different pieces of advice. He even had a whole notebook he consulted- but she could see his handwriting in it. How had he gotten so much experience? She figured that out when he added more notes to it.
I havent come across that exact problem before, Anton said. But it might be that your meridians are better suited to a certain pattern of circulation.
He explained what he meant. For that, he talked about how blood flowed through the body. The exact layout didnt match the meridians, but it was the best analog. Most importantly was how blood returned to the heart and lungs, and valves. Velvets meridians always felt like hollow tubes, but as she tried different directions of circulation for each branch of meridians going away from her dantian, she felt a strong difference. She hadnt really thought about it, but now she could tell that one way was wrong. The cultivation technique had just said which meridians to circulate through in order, but not which direction.
And Anton said he hadnt found a difference.
... Does that make me weird? Velvet asked.
His response came fairly quickly. Human bodies are all different. Height and hair and skin are all obviously visible, but theres much more inside that nobody really interacts with. Meridians should be no different.
... You didnt say Im not weird, Velvet muttered.
One of my toes is longer, Anton said.
What?
As an answer, Anton removed his shoes, placing his feet on the table. They were old and wrinkly and gnarled, but they were actually quite clean. See these two? Anton pressed his feet together. The fourth toe on the left is quite a bit longer, isnt it?
...Weird.
Thats right! Anton said. It is a bit weird. Did you notice Pete is left handed? Makes quite a difference in a spar.
Yeah. Velvet knew that Anton was just trying to make her feel normal but it worked. What about muscle? Im not sure I did everything right there
She was working on the tenth star, which was the second full body tempering. She had so many mistakes to make up for, but strangely enough just asking about it got her answers. She just hoped Anton didnt suddenly leave.
Chapter 99Sometimes, dreams were bad. Most of the time, really. Nightmares could be anything you could imagine, things you didnt know you could imagine. Or just worse versions of what had already happened. Memories of loss, hunger, solitude all of those quite frequently graced Velvets dreams. This one involved her father. Usually those werent good dreams. However, this one sparked a particular memory. She hadnt been old enough to remember details, but she knew hed come to tell her stories before bed. Stories of princes and princesses and cultivators and magic, where everything always had a happy ending.Normally Velvets mind would wander to later in her life, when she was lying in her bed at night with no one to tuck her in- or later when a hard bed seemed like a luxury. This dream didnt go there. Instead, her father read her stories and held her hand as she fell asleep. Her mother came in and kissed her forehead too. Then she fell asleep.-----It was strange to feel comfortable when waking up. Velvet knew her bed was technically nice, but it never felt like it. The air was always too warm or too cold. Sometimes she kicked off the sheets or fell onto the floor. But this time was comfortable. Memories of the dream shed been having quickly faded. It was something nice though. The weirdest part was when she realized she wasnt on her bed. When her eyes opened, she only saw the ceiling. Wasnt this one of her hallways? She turned her head, following the line of her arm to what she was holding on to. Someones wrist? She quickly let go.Good morning, young lady. Did you sleep well?Her immediate thought was to answer yes. Instead, she chose to take a better stock of her situation. She felt comfortable, but shed definitely been sleeping on the hard floor. Her fingers were pale- how hard had she been gripping?Anton sat next to her, as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Velvet wasnt willing to answer the question, so she asked one of her own. Why am I here? As she spoke, she found her throat was dry, her lips cracked. How had she felt comfort like that?A good question. Not where Id recommend people take a nap, but to each their own. Anton stood, reaching out a hand to help her up.She took it. Or she tried to, but the fingers in her right hand wouldnt move properly. She switched hands and let herself be pulled up at a strange angle. There was something she vaguely remembered stumbling back home. Why are you here?Anton smiled. It almost seemed sincere. I noticed a distinct lack of your presence, so I came to check up on you. You didnt respond so I quite rudely let myself in.That didnt actually bother her as much as she thought it would. She tried to remember. Shed come back because she figured it out. She wasnt being taught because she couldnt learn. Youre good enough. A voice echoed in her mind. It wasnt hers. This wasnt right. What had he done?You have to trust someone.A stupid thought. Why would Anton have to mess with her head? She did that enough on her own. And he was almost nice to her.I- she tried to speak, but her throat cracked.... how about we eat a little bit more first? Anton knew he was still old and wrinkly, but at least his stomach felt like he was a young man again.... yes please.-----It turned out Velvet had been doing everything wrong. Well, not everything. But it sure felt like it. Whenever she described areas she was having trouble, Anton had her demonstrate and then at least two or three different pieces of advice. He even had a whole notebook he consulted- but she could see his handwriting in it. How had he gotten so much experience? She figured that out when he added more notes to it.I havent come across that exact problem before, Anton said. But it might be that your meridians are better suited to a certain pattern of circulation.He explained what he meant. For that, he talked about how blood flowed through the body. The exact layout didnt match the meridians, but it was the best analog. Most importantly was how blood returned to the heart and lungs, and valves. Velvets meridians always felt like hollow tubes, but as she tried different directions of circulation for each branch of meridians going away from her dantian, she felt a strong difference. She hadnt really thought about it, but now she could tell that one way was wrong. The cultivation technique had just said which meridians to circulate through in order, but not which direction. And Anton said he hadnt found a difference.... Does that make me weird? Velvet asked.His response came fairly quickly. Human bodies are all different. Height and hair and skin are all obviously visible, but theres much more inside that nobody really interacts with. Meridians should be no different.... You didnt say Im not weird, Velvet muttered.One of my toes is longer, Anton said.What?As an answer, Anton removed his shoes, placing his feet on the table. They were old and wrinkly and gnarled, but they were actually quite clean. See these two? Anton pressed his feet together. The fourth toe on the left is quite a bit longer, isnt it?...Weird.Thats right! Anton said. It is a bit weird. Did you notice Pete is left handed? Makes quite a difference in a spar.Yeah. Velvet knew that Anton was just trying to make her feel normal but it worked. What about muscle? Im not sure I did everything right thereShe was working on the tenth star, which was the second full body tempering. She had so many mistakes to make up for, but strangely enough just asking about it got her answers. She just hoped Anton didnt suddenly leave.
