Marya's Chronicles Chapter 1: Normal Life Before the Chaos
The morning air on the planet Ixions was often congested with people flying to their work
places. A good deal of the youger people were flying
to their
educational centers, including one Marya Chang and her twin sister Misha. Marya Chang was descended
from
both the Chang and the Tsektyo tribes. She had no
relationship with royalty or any persons of importance, and she liked it that way. She was the older
twin, and she was the eldest of all the six children in her family.
She did the best in Education, with higher marks than
anyone else in her family. The main purpose of Education to her, however, was
for the sociality. On Ixions, Marya's male-dominated planet, the people were born with many innate
abilities. Their special Ixionian power (which included flight) was one of them. Another was that they were born knowing
how to speak their language, write it and read it without anyone
teaching them. They were born with the knowledge of even the most difficult calculations, too,
on top of their finely-tuned instinct.
With that in mind, their school was different from school
on Earth. The subjects were less academic, from Primal Skills class to Strategizing
Skills to History and the World, Sciences, Philosophies,
Fitness and Well-Being, Out-of-Planet Language, Creativity (which wasn't
really a class) and the ever-famous Ixionian Skills Management. That was Marya's favorite
class. The best things about flying instead of taking a vehicle
were the lack of lanes in the sky, and one could swerve and fly
any which way, as long as no crash occurred. If a crash did occur, the harm done was
much, much less than what happened when a vehicle crashed. Another thing about
vehicles was that they were no match for flying. Flying was the fastest, most
natural form of transportation that the Ixionians had. But sometimes,
even the fast flight of the Ixionians could not prevent tardiness.
It just so happened that one day,
Marya's baby brother Keely had caught an illness,
and it had passed to their mother. Their mother was meditating, floating several feet above ground and twisted
in a position
known as the Healing Knot, a rather uncomfortable-looking pose. She requested that Keely be
knotted up in the same position. Marya and Misha were the girls for the job, since two of
their other sisters were already in their school and their only other sister
was showing symptoms of the illness and had
been twisted in the position herself. The whole charade
had taken so long (Keely was not keen on getting forced into a shape more
painful than the Real Pretzel) that when Marya and Misha looked
through their window, they saw that the "traffic" of the morning had subsided
to a lazy, lulling beat. "We'll
be late for Education!" Misha shouted. Marya had already thrown herself at the window
and made a break for it. Misha soon imitated her sister. Both of them hurtled to their
school as fast as they could and were allowed to fly, but it wasn't enough. The school gates closed
behind the last few non-tardy students. Marya and Misha were locked outside the
educational center's gates with nobody but a few other late kids for company.
Soon they were the only ones. The rest of the tardy ones gave up on the gate guards
letting them go in and flew away, as they cared somewhat less about Education. Marya
and Misha, though, persisted, and begged to be let into the
school. They banged on the gates, they threatened to call the authorities,
they threatened to cost the gate guards their jobs, and they
threatened to fly over the gates. Flying over
school gates was easily possible, but it was often considered a high insult
on the educational center's gate guards or head of the Center himself.
The gate guards then radioed the head of the Center, telling him to open the gates
for a little, and that two female students would be in to see him. Marya and Misha
showed their student identification cards, and the gates
opened shortly after that. Marya and Misha walked through them, flanked by the
gruff gate guards. "You're to report right to the head of the Center," growled
one of the guards. "And we will know if you don't." The two had no intention of
not going to the head man's office. They marched straight to the door of the head's Office and
saw the head of the Center standing in front of it, waiting for them.
The head of the Center was a tall, intimidating man. He was the tallest Ixionian
in the district. His voice was so deep that it sounded like a low rumble when
he spoke. He was called Sir Miratth even by his closest friends and family,
since his first name, Kevin, was taken from another planet. It was very hard to pronounce
and just about impossible to spell in Marya's language.
Sir Miratth was so tall he had to tilt his head almost all the way down to get
the girls in his sight line. "Come into my office." His voice was so rough
that the sisters could hardly understand him. The Ixionian language was not
supposed to be spoken roughly; it was a fluid and graceful
language. So the two stood there mutely, shifting around, until
Marya plucked up the courage to respond. "Excuse me, sir?" Sir
Miratth just sighed, conveying the message that this gravelly voice
of his was an affliction. He opened the door, and the twin sisters got the message.
They entered and stood before his desk. "So," said
Sir Miratth, closing the door behind them and striding to his desk, "do you
girls have a legitimate reason for your lateness?" He kept his
voice as clear as possible. "And don't lie. I'll know." Sir Miratth
would know. The Ixionians' fine instincts
were all well and good for
the things they had been acquired for,
but they could also be useful for more modern things, like
telling lie from truth. Misha and Marya inclined their heads. "Do
trust us, Sir Miratth. We have no intention of telling falsehoods," assured Misha.
"Our youngest sibling was ill, and we had to stay late to care for him." The girls were then
fixed with Sir Miratth's famous lie-detecting stare. They wanted
to shrink and cower but they held firm under the strain. Finally, after a long period of
time that seemed to stretch for years, Sir Miratth released his gaze. "I accept your
explanation, but the fact remains that you have missed almost the entire duration
of your first classes. During break, you will report to the Atrium and receive
tutoring on the lesson given in the class today. This tardiness
will also sully your records. Do you understand me?" "Yes, sir." "Good. You may
now leave. If you hurry you will still be able to get a little information out of your class."
The girls did not hesitate, but turned around and left, closing the door behind them.
They tried to look offhand as they did it while there was nothing more they wanted
at the time than to get away from there. Once they were outside in the hall, Marya slumped against
the left wall and Misha against the right. "Let's not have a repeat of that ever," they said
simultaneously. "Right," Marya declared, "now that we've got that settled,
I think I'll be off to Philosophies." She gave a sigh. It was well known that she
did not like her Philosophies teacher, Lady Tarske. "And I'll go to
Lady Kraalch's Sciences," Misha contributed. Misha happened to like
both her teacher and the subject. "We'll meet again in History." Marya
and Misha were in the same history class. The two parted ways.
Marya opened a door at the end of the hallway and disappeared behind it, while
Misha hurried along the corridor and took another door. So they were gone,
off in school, gleaning all the knowledge they could in the last few minutes before the bell rang.
The bell rang ten minutes after they had gotten into their respective classes. The students
piled out of their classrooms in
disorderly heaps, Marya and Misha among them. The sisters found each other
in the crowd, and rode the sea of people to history class. Their history teacher
was none other than an overenthusiastic, hyperactive man known
as Sir Miq. Sir Miq certainly knew all the things he had to teach,
and he did teach them. The only problem was that nobody understood
what he was saying when he did. His speech was slurred from excitement.
"Okay-class-now-get-situated-we-have-a-lot-to-cover-today," said Sir
Miq all in one go. "We-are-going-to-talk-about-the-history-of-the-Ixionian-instinct,"
he then added in the same manner. "Get-seated-get-seated,"
he prompted. Sir Miq, unlike most of Marya's teachers, was
so chronically excited that he hadn't bothered to give assigned seating.
There was always at least one argument between boys
that wanted to sit next to a pretty girl.
"There-we-go-that's-all-better-eh?" slurred Sir Miq five whole
minutes later, once every disturbance had been smoothed out.
"Now-sit-tight-and-listen. The-instincts-of-the-Ixionian-people..."
It was just a typical history lesson. Sir Miq talked a blue
streak far too fast, and his students hung onto his words as hard
as they could. They got as much information out of him as they
could, and left his class promptly at the dismissal bell.
At the door, the sisters went their separate ways. After their history
class, they did not meet again until after school. "Primal Skills for me,"
Misha announced. "Strategizing Skills for me," replied Marya. "I
think Lady Hopha's going to let us play with weapons." Misha smiled longingly.
"I can't wait." Misha had Lady Hopha at a different time. "That'll be a real
blast. Tell me how it goes." Misha then waved good-bye to her sister and started to
fly, fly down the hallway and to her Primal Skills class. Marya stood watching her
sister go, then ran the opposite way up several flights of stairs to the very
large room that was the Strategizing Skills classroom. There were
several reasons all the Strategizing Skills classrooms were so big. The
first reason was that as many students as possible were assigned to the
same Strategizing Skills class. The second reason was that every so often,
the teacher of the class scheduled a Weapons Wielding day. He
would bring up weapons from the armory, get some professional supervision, and
let the students have their fun all around the classroom, and
it helped if the classroom was bigger. The
Ixionian teenagers were trusted much more than their Earthling counterparts.
On that particular day, as Marya ventured through the educational center,
different classes
all through the school
were having Weapons Wielding days. Marya was lucky enough to
be in a class that got the weapons.
As soon as Marya stepped through the door, she was
seized and pulled bodily into the classroom. She knew who
was pulling her. "Rette, let me go," Marya said dully.
Marya was released. She fell back onto the
floor, looking up into the face of her friend
Rette Jamqan. Rette was looking back, grinning
impishly. Her beautiful black hair seemed to fly in the
windless room, and her large, soulful eyes sparkled
with life.
"What was that for?" demanded Marya, pushing herself up.
"It's a Weapons Wielding Day," Rette told her excitedly.
"I'm so excited I feel just like Sir Miq." She danced about
Marya's head. "Lady Hopha says the weapons have gotten here
already. She just wants to wait until class begins."
When the bell rang a minute later, Rette could have run the marathon
in a second. She screamed, jumped, and flew loop-the-loops,
always crying, "It's time! It's time for Weapons Wielding day!
I'm so excited I could die!" She grabbed Marya and hugged her
so tightly that Marya felt herself shrink.
From the front of the class, Lady Hopha called sharply, "Miss Rette Jamqan!
That's enough of that. You will not receive your weapons
until everybody else has. If you do that even one
more time, you will not receive weapons at all. This Educational Center is under
no obligation to let you even touch one."
Rette quieted. "All right. Now that Miss Jamqan
has decided to silence herself," Lady Hopha reminded everyone,
"it's time to start the day's activities. As many of you know,
today in this class it is Weapons Wielding Day. You will be given
weapons from the center armory, and as you experiment
with them you will be heavily supervised.
The supervisors are going to be arriving very soon.
But before you even lay a fingertip on a blade, there are a few rules
that it is imperative for you to know." Lady Hopha paused
to put extra worth on her words. "There is to be absolutely no
attacking of another student. None. As I've said you will be
heavily supervised and we will know right away if
you are committing that transgression, or any other ones. Do you
hear me?"
"Yes, Lady Hopha." It was obvious that half the class,
including Rette, hadn't heard her. They were too anxious
to wield the weapons.
Marya saw Lady Hopha just sigh to herself.
The lady knew her class hadn't heard her. "Miss Jamqan,
would you like to repeat what I've just said?" called Lady
Hopha. Of all the students, Rette Jamqan had paid the
least attention to the lady's words, and everyone knew it.
"We can playfight now?" said Rette mistily.
"No, little missy," snapped Lady Hopha, "that's
just what I've been telling you not to do. You will
not be wielding a weapon today, Miss Jamqan!"
Rette was so excited to be wielding a weapon that she
didn't register what Lady Hopha had said, though the rest of
the class did. They gasped in horror, whispered and pointed.
Marya elbowed Rette and said, "Rette, didn't you hear
Lady Hopha? You're not..."
There was a knock at the door. Rette jumped into the air and started
flying and chanting. "It's the supervisors!" she squealed.
"Aren't we going to have such fun, Marya, when
we start playing?" Rette had
not even noticed that the only noise in the classroom was coming from
her. Everyone else, including Marya, had gone deadly
silent. "Miss Jamqan." It was Lady Hopha's silencing voice.
Rette was quiet, her excitement subdued. "You will
not be wielding a weapon today due to your
unseemly behavior and disregard for myself and your fellow students!
I will not be repeating myself again. Do you hear me?"
"Yes, Lady Hopha." Rette's voice resonated with shattered
hope and disappointment.
"You will leave this class and report to the Atrium.
There you will write an essay on the rich history on the
weapons being brought here today. Do you understand?"
"Yes, Lady Hopha." "Go now, then. I shall have one of
the assistant supervisors accompany you down to make sure
you arrive." Lady Hopha floated, soundless,
to open the door for the Weapons Supervisors.
"Greetings, kind sirs...and lady," added Lady Hopha with a hint of
surprise. "Welcome to my Strategizing Skills class. These are
my students," she said, beckoning to the class, who
gave a formal welcoming gesture. "Kind sir," she continued,
indicating the leader, "please speak to the class about
the proper conduct. And might the assistant escort
my student here to the Atrium?" She indicated Rette, whose
head was hanging low with a curtain of black hair on her face.
Without a word, a very young male took center stage, offered
Rette his arm (which she had little choice but to take), and flew out
the door with her in tow.
As the head supervisor began to talk to the students about proper
care of the weapons and how to handle them, all of them began to
get restless. They wanted to hold the weapons and just start
the action, but the head supervisor had no such reservations.
He talked on and on. His rant finally ended when a young girl
in the class, who Marya knew as Zhouia, spoke up, saying, "Many pardons,
Daddy, but can we start now?"
"Zhouia! You're in this class? Never mind," the head supervisor
said hurriedly, as Zhouia began to
reply. "I had no...I'm sorry, students. I think
I've told you enough for your safety. Thank you, Zhouia, for reminding
your forgetful father that youngsters dislike lectures...now, go pick your
weapons, and remember, be safe. Now, Zhouia..." The supervisor,
young Zhouia's father, pulled his daughter aside while everyone
else swamped the weapons. Marya ended up with a set of
fans.
"Fans?" she muttered to herself. "How did fans
end up here?" The fans, admittedly, were quite large,
but they looked delicate and too beautiful to cause much harm.
"I know what you're thinking," said a voice from behind her.
Marya turned around and saw the only female supervisor behind her.
"You're wondering what in the world fans can do as weapons. You're
wondering why they're not in a Decoration Hall." On Ixions, fans
were decoration for the most part, with a fan show every year. In the fan
shows, people decorated fans lavishly in hopes for first prize.
"Well, yes," Marya said bemusedly.
"These fans are ancient, back in the chaotic times when
people used anything, anything to fight off an enemy. You won't
learn about fans as weapons until next year. As for now," the supervisor
said, taking the fans from Marya, "let me show you how to use them."
The supervisor was taking the fans from Marya one second and
dancing with them the next. She looked graceful yet dangerous.
She seemed even more so when she added sparks of
her Ixionian power sparks to it.
Ixionian energy sparks were tricky little things. They were
as clear as a drop of water, and split the light into
many little rainbows. However, they were much more dangerous than
water, capable of quick knockout. They added
both beauty and more danger. She kicked and flew across the room,
dancing with the fans. Then she hurtled across the room
so fast she was just a blur with sparkles of powerful energy
trailing after her.
Marya called her move a "rush."
At last the supervisor stopped and gave Marya her fans back,
to much applause from the class at her performance.
"Wield them well, my child," she said breathlessly. Marya reclaimed
the fans and looked them over in a new light.
For the rest of the class period, Marya replayed the
supervisor's technique in her head and imitated it as best she could.
By the end of the class, she had perfected the rush with her
fans.
"You're a really adept fighter," complimented
the female supervisor, seeing her
flawless rush. "Maybe you could go into war."
They both smiled. Ixionian girls never went into
war unless there was absolutely no other Ixionian boy for
the job. "But seriously. You're good, no
denying that. Where'd your prowess come from?"
"I've always had an interest in fighting. I consider
it sort of an art," Marya explained. "I've also had great
Strategizing Skills and
Ixionian Skills Management mentors. They've been wonderful."
"I see," commented the supervisor interestedly. She was about to
speak again, but the bell rang, signaling the end of class. All
around her, Marya's classmates reluctantly dropped their weapons
and flew out of the room for their next class.
"Well, I'd better be off," Marya said, collecting her
belongings and starting for the door. "Thank you for your
time, Lady..."
"I'm Lady Svengcok."
"Thank you for your time, Lady Svengcok." Marya gave
her a smile, waved good-bye, and left.
For the rest of the day, Marya did her classwork, learning
how to speak a language from the Zhhrkwi Circle of Planets,
writing a play in Creativity, foraging for roots in Primal Skills. She
did it all, awaiting her last and favorite class of the day. Ixionian Skills Management.
* * * * * "Yes!"
The bell signaling the end of Fitness and Well-being rang at last,
releasing Marya from the pompous Fitness mentor, Sir
Heyanas. It was time for her long-awaited, favorite class,
Ixionian Skills Management. The class was taught by the best
teacher Marya had, Sir Anadio.
Marya was not the only one in Sir Anadio's final class going
as fast as she could to it. She saw Zhouia, her Strategizing Skills
classmate, flying to it, and her Primal Skills classmate Mikalo
sprinting towards it. They all loved Sir Anadio and his subject.
Sir Anadio's subject, Ixionian Skills Management, was widely known to be
the most well-liked subject of all the students.
It was the only one where the Ixionian children were allowed, on a
regular basis, to use the full wealth of their powers,
as opposed to their regular classes which only permitted flight.
They also learned tricks with their power. They learned to
turn their energy sparks into fully-fledged energy beams. They learned
to change the beams' coloring. They learned how to dance and perform
various tricks
while airborne. The class also invoked many of the other subjects
taught at the educational center, such as Strategizing Skills, History,
and Fitness.
Marya, in the meantime, had arrived at Sir Anadio's classroom, piling
in along with all the rest of his last-period students. Here she was, at the
best place to end the school day, bouncing back and forth,
up and down in eager anticipation.
"Good afternoon, class!" called Sir Anadio. He got
back an enthusiastic gush of greeting from all his students.
"Y'all ready for today's lesson?"
The resounding shouts were all the answer he needed.
"Okay. You're all an enthusiastic class. Just wait until you
hear what you're going to be learning today." He paused for
dramatic effect. "Encasement."
The class was silent. They had hardly heard of Encasement
and were eager for enlightenment on the subject.
"Encasement is the first step to the highly refined art of
levitation," Sir Anadio lectured. "Once you have managed Encasement,
we will move on to levitation itself. Encasement is the
process of trapping an Object in a tight-fitting space made of your
own power energy. Watch me. I will use the crate over there as my Object of Encasement."
He indicated a sad-looking, small crate in the corner of the room.
"Last week," he continued, talking his students through the process,
"I taught you how to change the colors of your energy beams. I will
use colored beams to make it easier for you to see the Encasing."
Sir Anadio stood back, speaking to his class all the while.
"The first step is to do as you normally do when releasing beams.
Power up." Sir Anadio's hands sparked with beautiful blue energy.
"But when Encasing, it's not just beams. You have to control them."
Sir Anadio released his beams carefully. He stopped their
progress when they had almost reached the crate.
"Remember you have full control over your hand beams. Remembering
that makes it easier to start warping the ends of the beams, and that's
just what you have to do. Now, to begin warping them. Concentrate
heavily on them. Will them with all your might to change shape."
The class watched, enthralled, as the end of their teacher's hand beams
started to wobble, changing into a large, complex shape with the exact
dimensions to Encase the crate safely and comfortably. The next thing they
knew, Sir Anadio pushed the beams forth, and the crate was snugly inside
its Encasement.
The class jumped up in wonder, exclaiming over Sir Anadio and
applauding him. "Teach us to do it! Teach us, Sir Anadio!"
Sir Anadio smiled. "I thought you'd say that. So, I brought
enough things to Encase for all my classes." He opened a case standing nearby,
and out spilled every object imaginable. Dinner plates,
decorative fans, a bookshelf, a potted plant; they all fell out
of the case. None of the students even thought about how they fit inside
the case,
though. They were too eager to start their Encasing work.
Marya, as she'd hoped, ended up with the decorative fans.
She got situated next to Zhouia, her Strategizing Skills classmate,
and awaited further instruction from Sir Anadio.
She didn't have long to wait. "Is everybody ready to begin?"
he called soon enough. "Okay. Clear one! Do as I told you to. Begin
by releasing hand beams gently." Marya followed his direction,
clear sparks dancing around her fingers. "Stop the beams before they
reach the crates!" called Sir Anadio. For some, his call had come too
late.
There was a terrifying exploding sound and a burst of light and
smoke. Without hesitation, Marya dispelled her hand beams and picked up
her fans. She flew to the explosion, waving them madly. She had
noticed in Strategizing Skills class that fans were the perfect
shape for channeling air in such a way, though on Ixions they were rarely
used that way. But they did work, and soon enough the smoke and light
cleared, revealing a very frightened Ename Wykmyn and the remains
of her Object, which was aflame.
Sir Anadio, who had already flown over, was both comforting Ename and
explaining what had gone on. "It is very often that those beginning the
difficult subject of Encasement pack too much power at the ends of their hand beams,
and stop them too late. The result is one that is enviable in combat, but very
undesirable in the study of Encasement." With that,
Sir Anadio disposed of Ename's object and gave her
another.
After the chaos had been resolved, Sir Anadio picked up his lesson where it
had abruptly ended. "Resume your work, my children.
Conjure your hand beams, and extend them until they are
almost touching your object."
As before, Marya extended her hand beams until they were millimeters away
from her fans. "Then," continued Sir Anadio, "it is time to warp.
The hardest part about warping to Encase is how you have to tone
down the temperature of your hand beams at the end to ensure that your
Object does not burn. You must will it so. Bring nothing but cold on
nothing but the end of your Object." The room fell quiet, with no sound
but the struggling students bringing down the temperatures of the ends of their beams.
Soon enough, Sir Anadio broke the silence.
"All right. Sufficient time has been allotted for your beams to cool enough.
Now begin to form a shape to encase your Object with!"
Marya opened her eyes and stared as hard as she could at
the ends of her beams. She willed the ends of the beams to
morph, and she visualized a cubic box for them to morph into.
She was staring so hard that her eyes went blank and she
didn't notice the hand beams wobble and bubble, hardening
into a somewhat lopsided shape that wasn't at all cubic.
It wasn't cubic, but it was better than what any of her
classmates had made so far.
Marya remained lost in a daydream until she was shaken
out of it by a scream. "Look at her!" shouted Zhouia, who
had given up trying to Encase at Marya's side. "Look at what
she's doing!"
It took Marya a few seconds to realize Zhouia was
talking about her. She looked at her hands, then she gave
a scream herself. "What have I done?" she cried. "It's
supposed to be cubic!"
Sir Anadio (with most of the class on his tail) hurried over
to see what the disruption was about. Upon hearing Marya's
shout, he replied, "It's the best one I've seen all day! Quick,
push it into your Object!"
Marya, still fretting about her hand beams' shape,
nevertheless did as she was told. The fans were locked inside
her hand beams, unscathed and safe.
The class erupted into applause just as they had for
Sir Anadio. They whooped and screamed and paraded around
her. They called her a genius and a super talent.
Then they fell silent, watching in awe as Marya
performed again.
Marya closed her eyes. When she opened them again, they were
sparking with the same energy coming from her hands. Nobody
saw it really happening. But soon enough, Marya yanked her hands
upward, and her beams and her Encased fans flew up in the air.
"She's levitating!"
Marya brought down the fans gently on the other side of the
room, using nothing but her hand beams. Then she released the fans
from their Encasement with all eyes on her.
The final bell rang.
"Um...I reckon I'll go now," Marya addressed them awkwardly.
She gathered up her belongings on a nearby table and flew out
the door before anyone had a chance to talk to her about things.
She didn't stop flying at her highest speed until she reached the
large, spiky rock where she met her sister every day after school
and flew home from.
Misha turned up much later than she generally did, panting
and looking exhausted.
"What took you?" demanded Marya. "Mother wants us home to
help her and Keely out of their Healing Knots."
Misha didn't answer until she had her breath back, and
she didn't get her breath back until they had started flying home,
and were already halfway to their destination. Marya bugged her
all the way, the result being that, when Misha finally
spoke, Marya completely missed it.
"Misha, I swear, if you don't tell me right now I'll
attack you. Don't make me do that. Why were you late? Mother
is not going to be happy, she said she wanted us home
by...half an hour ago! If you don't tell me, I won't just
attack you. I'll sit here in the air and bind you to me, and Mother's
going to get both you and me, but I'll have the fact that
she got you too as a consolation prize..."
"I was late because they were talking about you
up and down the school," Misha finally said breathlessly.
"...I'll tell Father, and the world will know
that you made us late for home and the world will not
like to be interrupted with news like that, news that
has no significance in their lives, and..."
"Didn't you hear me?" Misha demanded, her voice
slightly stronger. "Didn't you? I said I was late
because everyone was talking about you! They caused standstills
in the air, even, if you can get that!"
Marya heard that, and it stopped her cold.
"They were?" she said blearily. "What did they say? Why?"
"They were all about something that happened in your
Ixionian Skills Management class, or whatever," replied Misha.
"You could master Encasing and Levitation, and you're going to
usurp Sir Anadio." She had a little smile playing around her
mouth when she said the last bit.
"Well...I'm not going to usurp Sir Anadio. He's the best,
not me. Who's saying that stuff about me?" Marya gave an
uncomfortable spin. "Gossip."
"Come on." Misha edged up to her sister. "Aren't you good at
Encasing? And levitation?"
"I'm okay."
"Okay? Not by what the flying rumors are saying about you. Can I see
if they're true? Levitate that mossy rock down there."
"I don't have to do it just because you want me to, little sis."
"If you don't, I'll just sit down in the air and bind you to me,
and when we're late Mother's going to get you and me, but I'll have
consolation in that she got you too..."
Marya smiled in spite of herself. Misha was grinning too.
"Okay. But just since you're so persistent." Within the minute, the
mossy rock Misha had been indicating was hovering in the air next
to them.
"Shoot. I couldn't even get through a round of that without
burning my Object," she said in awe. "And we weren't going to start
Levitation for another week and you've gotten that down!"
Marya relinquished her control over the rock and let it fall
back down to where it had come from.
"We'd better get home. We've already wasted enough time,"
said Marya hurriedly. "I can take care of Mom and Keely and Lirie.
As for you...you can go off and learn proper Encasement."
Misha shot her with energy sparks all the way home.