077 – Rox Shows Her Worth

Roxanne floated out of the shop; this was the most enjoyable time she had spent with the residents of this city so far. Master Eklund had a tempering influence on Master Senisith. As a result they were almost completely non-condescending. Master Eklund had spent the majority of his life out of Shalaia, and enjoyed dealing with humans, for their diversity of designs and the dynamics that each generation brought.

Master Senisith was only recently in her Mastery, and was looking to leave Shalaia to go east for a time. But her family was an impediment to immediate departure; which family Rox had already met some of.

As they discussed things, Rox initially wanted little done. She wanted the trousers repaired or redesigned, and maybe a second set. But otherwise she was already content with her gear. Somehow these elves got Rox into ‘sky’s the limit thinking’ and asked her what she would do if she was at home.

This ended with Rox saying that she would start with a different design of outfit, which she could explain from memory. The one thing she really wanted was boots from home. But those were out of the question. New boots could be made here, easily enough. The other thing she wanted was a night gown.

After some talking, Master Senisith announced she would replace the trousers, and make anything that Roxanne requested. But if Roxanne was content with what she had, there was no point in replacing what worked. And she would get a nightgown or two.

Master Eklund, for his part, would see to the boots, and replace the leather girdle which Rox was disappointed with. As for her gold chains, they could have these remade and made more publicly presentable, and have a mage work them over.

Rox walked back to Master Iver’s shop. She did not pay much attention to anyone around her, her mind elsewhere.

As she got to the door of Master Iver’s the back of the building was rocked by an explosion that blew several large panels out of the wall and roof, smoke plumes following. One of the panels about as wide and tall as an average elf blew out of the wall above Rox, broke from some restraint cords that otherwise held it and tumbled out into the street, stopping the traffic. The sound was not loud enough to ring ears, but was enough to startle.

Rox sensed magic in operation about the panel, channeling energy up. She also remembered the rule of thumb that smoke usually meant that magic had gone wrong.

The door opened inward, and Rox was unable to budge it for a bit. Finally a sound of something moving within and the door was opened by the Assistant Rox had encountered earlier. The front of the young elf was covered in soot.

Rox looked him up and down as the young elf just leaned on the door breathing fresh air.

“Is everything o.k.?’

The elf looked at Rox, and coughed as he tried to get his voice going. After a futile moment, he motioned that Rox enter.

At this point, Rox realized that there was apparently no one coming to investigate why a building had unexpectedly blown its windows open. She picked her way in, noticing that there was plenty of light entering the building through the blown out panels.

Earlier there had been only the upper level windows letting in sun light. Now there were more openings all about the same size as the one from the front of the building missing what Rox guessed were blow-out panels. Smoke hung in the air turning everything inside a bit gray. Anything that could be pushed was against outer walls. Master Iver was leaning against a counter, perched on a stool, breathing though a handkerchief. Like his Assistant, his front was covered in soot.

Rox walked up to him, waving her hand to clear the smoke. “Are you alright?”

Master Iver coughed, and looked a bit stunned.

Rox thought about what needed to happen, and how she could make it do so. She sized up the building and focused her magic abilities. She drew on the principles she had been taught, and started first the magic and then the air in the building moving from the street side through to the back and out the blow-out panels. Shortly the magical local breeze cleared the smoke, and the soot pattern on every surface showed more or less what happened.

Rox left the breeze going after Master Iver was finally able to breath easy. She saw that the Assistant was also breathing easier at the door. She started to look for a sink or other water source to allow the elves to rinse their mouths out.

Shortly a distinguished looking nondescript clothed human showed up. He stood about average sized for all the locals Rox had met, looking straight ahead into her chest. He paused and appraised the Assistant, who still leaned on the front door frame. 

-Is everything well, here?-

Rox had to double take. “Did you just say that?”

The man looked briefly at Rox, as he surveyed the shop.

-Yes. Is everything well, Master Iver? It looks like you had another miscalculation?-

Rox heard the words in her mind, past her ears; the tone was droll and unexcited. Master Iver coughed and then looked at the man, giving a kind of dismissive wave.

-Oh, I see. She is whom you have asked for my services for? Very well. Here and now or elsewhere?-

Rox rightly felt she was hearing only one side of a conversation that did not include her. On the other hand she was quick to realize that the man was the Talent, and was somehow broadcasting his thoughts, for whatever reason.

-Yes, ma’am, I am. I don’t know what language to speak in and have you understand, but thoughts are nearly universal.-

This was in a quieter tone than prior; Rox comprehending that he was directing this thought directly at her, rather than to all around. Also that he was doing his best to be universally polite.

Finally Master Iver croaked out audible words. “Roxanne daughter of Rodira, this is Macsam son of Voloam; Talent. To answer, Macsam, let us adjourn elsewhere. My Assistant and I will return later and clean and repair anything.”

Rox handed Master Iver his walking stick that he had used or ignored earlier, and then walked behind the older elf as he not quite tottered through the debris of his shop front.

Master Iver stood approaching half again the height of Macsam, and was chest and shoulders taller than Rox. Even so he tottered slightly. The Assistant, as tall as his Master when at full height, followed behind as they made their way around the side of the building to a balcony on the edge of the city terrace level.

Master Iver stepped past three blow-out panels that leaned against the building next door, and onto a porch that looked almost undisturbed by recent events. A wrought iron table and set of chairs occupied the porch. Master Iver chose a chair and settled into it.

Taking a moment to catch his breath, Master Iver watched and motioned for Rox to choose a chair, and for Macsam to do likewise. The Assistant took a chair slightly apart. The chairs were over sized for Rox and Macsam.

Master Iver pointed at a sink and cupboard. Rox rose and got the cups from it then sorted the sinks controls and got water from it, after letting it run a moment to clear. She returned with four cups of water, and distributed them.

Master Iver rinsed his mouth and spat into a planter. After a few more tries he spoke almost normally.

“Macsam I requested you here to do a knowledge transfer: from me to the young lady. She is the descendant of one of my better students, with similar capabilities to her forbearer. But she is from a non-magic world, and so unlearned in its arts and principles. I also need you to fill in a gap in her language comprehension. She can hear the local language to understand it, but cannot speak it, without assistance.”

Macsam nodded.

-Simple enough. Ma’am/Roxanne Stevens Wife, Do you have any issues with this?-

Rox had had all afternoon to think about it, and had only one issue. “So long as it is positive and helpful, and not damaging I can’t think of any real issue. I am of course unfamiliar with this and anxious about it, but I suppose I have enough background ideas from the literature of my home world to make uneducated guesses about it. I’ve never met you before, so I can only trust you as far as I can those recommending you. But if I were untrusting, I wouldn’t be here. Is there any kind of initial scan or preparation you need to do, or mindset you need me to be in?”

Macsam put his water aside and stood to Rox’s side and put a hand to her head, carefully.

-Hold still. This will be a little disorienting.-

Memories flashed through Rox’s awareness, as vivid as when the events happened. Then she felt sensations run through her body, and she was aware of every bit of herself from her fingers and toes to the water in her stomach. Rox came back to awareness of the world around her.

Macsam had moved and was standing next to Master Iver, with a hand on Master Iver’s head. Both had their eyes closed in REM. They stayed this was for a few moments. Then Macsam opened his eyes, and let go of Master Iver.

Macsam looked at Rox.

-Ready?-

x nod��tr���pile in her arms. “Yes I am.”

“Good. You can lay out all your things here. The Master will be with you shortly. He is helping to fit an unruly child.”

Rox put her pile down, and then lay everything out. The four gowns, white, blue burgundy and motley; then the elf foundation garments with five of the thongs. Rox had anticipated being told to strip again, so she had put on a pair of spandex shorts with one of the elf-thongs under it under her skirt. She put down the stockings and slippers that came with the gown next to them. Then she put down her freshly washed tunics, her irreparable trousers, her poncho, her spandex bras and shorts, her socks, and her leather equipment in its various subgroups. As Rox put it down, she spread it out just to keep it in discrete groups. She had not brought her bow or arrows. The tailor who had made the four gowns and other things showed up with a list of Rox’s measurements.

Rox was leaning against the table as this older female elf approached.

“Good day, young lady.”

Rox inclined her head at the taller elf. “Good day, Ma’am. Are you to help here?”

“Yes and no,” the Tailor responded. She put her list of numbers down, and then looked at Rox’s trousers. She picked them up and examined the seams, and the fabric.

“What happened?” She had the trousers inside out, looking at the repaired and ripped out seam.

“Jumping high kick split the seam the first time; a dodge the second time; a kick the third time. By then, as you can see, there was not enough good fabric to repair the seam. If it was constructed the way my clothes at home are, with a piece of fabric here in the form of a bellows, it would not have ripped.

Rox described what she meant using a scrap of fabric, as the Tailor watched intently. As Rox finished, she noticed that a tall, skinny older male elf had shown up and was respectfully watching.

The tailor turned to the older elf. “Master Eklund.”

“Master Senisith.”

“This delightful young woman was just explaining how these trousers were not constructed correctly, and how they could be.”

“So I observed as I approached.” He turned from the tailor to Rox. “You have a letter of introduction?”

Roxanne produced the letter that she had earlier presented to Master Iver. Master Eklund did not even give it a first look. He took it and set it aside.

“So much for formalities. Now, tell me young lady, what can we really do for you?”