Chapter 29: Tiny Trials
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Chapter 29: Tiny Trials
Tiny Trials
"Good work, boy." Master Alastair watched as Martel pulled water into the air, separated it in different drops, and made them float around separately.
"Thank you, master."
"I think it's time we move on to earth. Your skills in water will suffice for now."
"Already? I'm still not good enough to make it rain."
Master Alastair laughed. "That is among the hardest skills, pulling so much water from the sky. You probably won't master that until you are an acolyte, training under the Mistress of Water."
Unless Regnar could show him a trick or two unknown to the scholars of the Lyceum, Martel considered.
"Besides, earth is easier to learn than water for you. I expect you won't take as long."
"Very well, master."
~Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.
As the evening before, Martel arrived early to the play, although he had another reason for his excitement this time around. The players, preparing the stage, cast him a few looks as he approached.
"Someone's eager." The words were spoken between lips holding a pipe.
"Hey, Regnar," Martel greeted him. "Well, I had nothing else to do."
"Come along. I'll show you my little palace of tricks."
Following the hedge mage and his grin, Martel walked behind the stage and up a ladder. He and Regnar ended up on a small platform that oversaw the stage itself, hidden behind the canvas that covered all edges. A large tub of water stood up there along with a bellow, and Regnar sat down on a small stool next to the items.
Martel looked over the edge at the stage below where the players finished their preparations. "That's clever. So you do all the magic from here."
Reaching out, feeling its heat, Martel poured his magic into it. Like lightning, a rod of flame shot out from the dragon's mouth, and Roland threw himself to the ground with singed hair.
"Sorry," Martel mumbled.
Soon after, the dragon was slain, and the actress inside disappeared backstage, only to appear as Roland's love. Martel breathed a sigh of relief that the play had concluded and his improvised role as stage wizard had come to an end.
~
Climbing down from his platform, Martel stood around for a little while watching the players pack away their costumes and tools of the trade.
"You, kid, where's Regnar?" asked the storyteller, ostensibly the leader of the troupe.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. He left about halfway through," Martel said concerned.
"Drunken fool."
"Has that happened before? He said he'd be right back, but he never returned."
"Yeah, he's not the most reliable sort." The storyteller sighed. "Wait, if he left, how did the last effects take place?"
"That was me," Martel admitted. "I figured I should step in."
"That explains why the dragon had more bite than usual," grinned the actor who played Roland.
"Uh, sorry. But what about Regnar?"
"Don't worry about him. He's sleeping it off in some alley. Here." The storyteller counted out three silver coins. "Since you finished his job for him, you can have his coin. Mind you, that's apprentice pay. You'd have to travel with us for a while and learn the trade to get full pay."
"Oh, no thanks. I already have employment, so to say."
"Well, if you change your mind, we're here for the rest of the spring faire before we move west." The storyteller nodded at Martel and turned his attention on his troupe, cleaning up the stage.
"I'll keep that in mind," Martel remarked. He began his walk back to the Lyceum, silver coins in his pocket.
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Chapter 29: Tiny Trials
Tiny Trials
"Good work, boy." Master Alastair watched as Martel pulled water into the air, separated it in different drops, and made them float around separately.
"Thank you, master."
"I think it's time we move on to earth. Your skills in water will suffice for now."
"Already? I'm still not good enough to make it rain."
Master Alastair laughed. "That is among the hardest skills, pulling so much water from the sky. You probably won't master that until you are an acolyte, training under the Mistress of Water."
Unless Regnar could show him a trick or two unknown to the scholars of the Lyceum, Martel considered.
"Besides, earth is easier to learn than water for you. I expect you won't take as long."
"Very well, master."
~Ñøv€l-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.
As the evening before, Martel arrived early to the play, although he had another reason for his excitement this time around. The players, preparing the stage, cast him a few looks as he approached.
"Someone's eager." The words were spoken between lips holding a pipe.
"Hey, Regnar," Martel greeted him. "Well, I had nothing else to do."
"Come along. I'll show you my little palace of tricks."
Following the hedge mage and his grin, Martel walked behind the stage and up a ladder. He and Regnar ended up on a small platform that oversaw the stage itself, hidden behind the canvas that covered all edges. A large tub of water stood up there along with a bellow, and Regnar sat down on a small stool next to the items.
Martel looked over the edge at the stage below where the players finished their preparations. "That's clever. So you do all the magic from here."
Reaching out, feeling its heat, Martel poured his magic into it. Like lightning, a rod of flame shot out from the dragon's mouth, and Roland threw himself to the ground with singed hair.
"Sorry," Martel mumbled.
Soon after, the dragon was slain, and the actress inside disappeared backstage, only to appear as Roland's love. Martel breathed a sigh of relief that the play had concluded and his improvised role as stage wizard had come to an end.
~
Climbing down from his platform, Martel stood around for a little while watching the players pack away their costumes and tools of the trade.
"You, kid, where's Regnar?" asked the storyteller, ostensibly the leader of the troupe.
"That's what I wanted to talk to you about. He left about halfway through," Martel said concerned.
"Drunken fool."
"Has that happened before? He said he'd be right back, but he never returned."
"Yeah, he's not the most reliable sort." The storyteller sighed. "Wait, if he left, how did the last effects take place?"
"That was me," Martel admitted. "I figured I should step in."
"That explains why the dragon had more bite than usual," grinned the actor who played Roland.
"Uh, sorry. But what about Regnar?"
"Don't worry about him. He's sleeping it off in some alley. Here." The storyteller counted out three silver coins. "Since you finished his job for him, you can have his coin. Mind you, that's apprentice pay. You'd have to travel with us for a while and learn the trade to get full pay."
"Oh, no thanks. I already have employment, so to say."
"Well, if you change your mind, we're here for the rest of the spring faire before we move west." The storyteller nodded at Martel and turned his attention on his troupe, cleaning up the stage.
"I'll keep that in mind," Martel remarked. He began his walk back to the Lyceum, silver coins in his pocket.
Chapter 29: Tiny TrialsTiny Trials"Good work, boy." Master Alastair watched as Martel pulled water into the air, separated it in different drops, and made them float around separately."Thank you, master.""I think it's time we move on to earth. Your skills in water will suffice for now.""Already? I'm still not good enough to make it rain."Master Alastair laughed. "That is among the hardest skills, pulling so much water from the sky. You probably won't master that until you are an acolyte, training under the Mistress of Water."Unless Regnar could show him a trick or two unknown to the scholars of the Lyceum, Martel considered."Besides, earth is easier to learn than water for you. I expect you won't take as long.""Very well, master."~Nvl-B1n was the first platform to present this chapter.As the evening before, Martel arrived early to the play, although he had another reason for his excitement this time around. The players, preparing the stage, cast him a few looks as he approached."Someone's eager." The words were spoken between lips holding a pipe."Hey, Regnar," Martel greeted him. "Well, I had nothing else to do.""Come along. I'll show you my little palace of tricks."Following the hedge mage and his grin, Martel walked behind the stage and up a ladder. He and Regnar ended up on a small platform that oversaw the stage itself, hidden behind the canvas that covered all edges. A large tub of water stood up there along with a bellow, and Regnar sat down on a small stool next to the items.Martel looked over the edge at the stage below where the players finished their preparations. "That's clever. So you do all the magic from here."Reaching out, feeling its heat, Martel poured his magic into it. Like lightning, a rod of flame shot out from the dragon's mouth, and Roland threw himself to the ground with singed hair."Sorry," Martel mumbled.Soon after, the dragon was slain, and the actress inside disappeared backstage, only to appear as Roland's love. Martel breathed a sigh of relief that the play had concluded and his improvised role as stage wizard had come to an end.~Climbing down from his platform, Martel stood around for a little while watching the players pack away their costumes and tools of the trade."You, kid, where's Regnar?" asked the storyteller, ostensibly the leader of the troupe."That's what I wanted to talk to you about. He left about halfway through," Martel said concerned."Drunken fool.""Has that happened before? He said he'd be right back, but he never returned.""Yeah, he's not the most reliable sort." The storyteller sighed. "Wait, if he left, how did the last effects take place?""That was me," Martel admitted. "I figured I should step in.""That explains why the dragon had more bite than usual," grinned the actor who played Roland."Uh, sorry. But what about Regnar?""Don't worry about him. He's sleeping it off in some alley. Here." The storyteller counted out three silver coins. "Since you finished his job for him, you can have his coin. Mind you, that's apprentice pay. You'd have to travel with us for a while and learn the trade to get full pay.""Oh, no thanks. I already have employment, so to say.""Well, if you change your mind, we're here for the rest of the spring faire before we move west." The storyteller nodded at Martel and turned his attention on his troupe, cleaning up the stage."I'll keep that in mind," Martel remarked. He began his walk back to the Lyceum, silver coins in his pocket.
