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    Mec continued walking in silence, pondering over Shallan's thoughts for a while. "I wonder how Cho manages it." He tightened his bag around his shoulders before glancing back over towards Shallan. "I presumed he constantly travels, and for the most part, alone. It must be difficult for a... you know, a child." The mage scratched his chin, remembering the stubbly mess that it was becoming.

    The group continued on, reaching the next town just before nightfall as Claire had predicted. Amazingly, most of the troupe did not seem to be overly fatigued by the hastened march. Mec, on the other hand, was exhausted. During the journey, there were a few moments that he thought the whole world had turned to that same image that allowed him to see the Anima, its tendrils connecting everything together. He was not sure if these were hallucinations brought on by fatigue, or actual moments that he may have unintentionally had shifted his focus to the Anima's reality. Either way, he did his best to mask that anything was amiss, although it was unknown to him how convincing he was.

    Claire announced that it was time to set up camp shortly after they had arrived. She did not have any connections in towns that the troupe did not frequently perform in, so it was not possible for her to find a place to house such a large group at a reasonable price. Fortunately, the evening was warm, and the heat emanating from the ground would keep the travelers warm enough well into the night.

    Mec helped as much as he could with the set up of the camp, elated when it was all done. Claire relieved everyone for the night's work, suggesting everyone go find a tavern or other place to eat before it grew too dark. Despite this, Mec opted to lay flat on his back on the warm grass, groaning as he did so.

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    Shallan was quite happy to just stroll alongside Mec, while it lasted. Having someone she could just chat idly with helped take her mind off the walking, and made the journey feel quicker. She lingered alongside him until Tanya and Ashlyn both appeared out of the crowd, grabbed her by the arm, and promptly informed her that it was their turn in the back of the wagon, just as promised. Eager to get off her feet and spend some more time with her new friends, Shallan bid her companion a hasty farewell, before moving off towards the wagon to take the place that had been offered to her.

    Her time aboard seemed pleasant enough at first. Despite the close proximity to the donkey, it was nice to get off her feet for a time, and the company was nothing short of delightful. She chatted amicably with both of the other girls throughout the trip, the first bonds of friendship forming steadily as the days dragged on. When it came time for them to switch over, however, things were decidedly less enjoyable. Shallan's legs protested their treatment even more after such a brief rest, and the later parts of the evening felt all the more torturous because of it.

    When they reached the next town over, and someone finally called a halt, Shallan was practically beside herself with relief. She let out a relieved sigh and quickly flopped down into the grass, earning a chorus of laughter from her two new friends. Alas, they didn't seem content to let Shallan enjoy the break, and instead goaded her into helping them unpack, claiming that the work wasn't over quite yet. With a deal of reluctance, Shallan agreed.

    Unpacking for the women proved to be much the same as packing, with less physical labour than the men likely had to endure. When they had finished, Ashlyn announced that they usually went into town at this point, seeking some sort of entertainment, and promptly invited Shallan to come along.

    "I'm not sure my legs will even get me as far as the tavern at this point" she answered, forcing out a laugh. She had seated herself on a vacant patch of grass again, now that the work was done, and was attempting to rub some feeling back into her calves.

    "That bad, hm? You'll get used to it...well, eventually. It just seems a shame to spend your first night with us sitting around camp" answered Ashlyn, who was currently standing over her, a small grin on her face.

    "If I try and come out drinking now, you two are probably going to have to carry me home, drunk or not"

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    Mec, awoke, quickly sitting up to observe his whereabouts. He had no recollection of falling asleep, which made sense considering he would not normally choose to rest on a patch of grass if he could help it. He had slept in more obscure places before, though. It was dark, well into the midst of the night, but Mec could still make out most of his surroundings through the moonlight. The moon was waning, but the clear sky allowed for plenty of the remaining light to shine down and cast a peaceful and mysterious glow upon the town.

    Not far from where he was was a combination of tents, strewn blankets, and small bonfires that seemed to serve as the Misfit's camp for the night. Mec faced the camp as he stood up and brushed off the dirt from his clothes, before stretching his tired and achy muscles. He exhaled painfully as he released the stretch, waiting a long moment for his muscles to come back down from the long pull.

    Slowly, he began making his way towards the camp. He wanted to find Shallan and make sure she was doing alright, since he could only last remember seeing her while they were traveling. After a few short steps, he slowed to a stop. He realized that most likely, Shallan would have been preoccupied. If she was not, she probably would have sought him and not have left him to sleep where he was for the last few hours. He could only venture to guess that she may have been socializing with her new companions from the Misfits.

    After some contemplation, Mec turned, and began towards some nearby greenery. The long journey did set him a day behind in his training, which he was determined to stay on top of. Obviously, he would not be able to easily practice in the company of ordinary people, so it was best to squeeze a few minutes in while no one seemed too worried about him. After pushing his way through some brush and venturing through a small grove, he finally settled in a dark and secluded spot and dropped his bag to the ground. With the help of his powers, it only took moments to create a small fire to light the area. With a long, slow, wave of his hand, he completed his personal training area by sprouting trees within the gaps of the already existing thicket around him. The high density of bark and leaves would make it difficult for anyone to discover him without making noise, or from somehow descending from above.

    After admiring his work for a moment, Mec set to work. Alone, he would not be able to practice much of what Midir taught him, so he chose to focus on his other abilities. It began with the easiest, the fireball. Effortlessly, he summoned the fiery orb, watching it as it floated just above his palm. A second appeared in his other palm, and he juggled them in order to create time for the third. He laughed to himself as he then withdrew his hands in his pockets and watched the fiery orbs basically juggle themselves, rotating and bouncing in front of him as he willed them to dance to his whim. Although hardly necessary, he drew a long breath and blew on the flames to put them out. His inspiration came from the "fire dancers" of Convittas, there showmanship proving to be contagious and inspiring.

    The mage stood silently then, thinking hard about the next part of his routine. He drew a long breath, before holding out both arms, parallel to the ground with his palms angled downward. He let out a grunt as he willed two thick bundles of vines to burst from the ground. The vines in each bundle twined around themselves to support their weight, and after only a moment two tall pillars composed of the thin plants stood before Mec. They stood nearly double his height, and the diameter of each one was about as wide as his shoulder length. They curled slightly at the top, almost as if they were kneeling towards Mec, peering down at him.

    Mec huffed in dissatisfaction. The large serpent-like creations before him hardly displayed the same life and movement that he, or rather, G, had summoned when he fought to seal Clair's curse. Upon summoning, Mec has been able to control the vines long enough so that they grew a certain way before they were permanently set, such as when he used them to old the guards or Olenna's puppet, but giving them continuous serpent-like movement was still an arduous task.

    "Hmph." With a wave of his hand, Mec dismissed the two pillars before him, causing them to quickly gray before dissolving to dust in the wind. He thought back on the small winged lizards made of ice he had once created in his sleep, back in Ozette. Hastily, he had destroyed the beasts, lest someone saw them. He had never been able to create them again, but the secret to their "life" must have been the same as the secret behind the planted serpents he had watched himself summon before.

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    At the insistence of her new friends, Shallan had eventually conceded, and allowed them to drag her into town in search of entertainment. The three of them had ended up in the taproom of the local inn, largely because the town was small enough to lack a proper alehouse. They were hardly the only ones, too. Whilst a handful of locals had been milling about already, the place had quickly filled up with a selection of other misfits. Apparently a few of them liked to splurge on renting out proper beds with their own coin on occasion, but the vast majority were doing exactly the same thing they were, seeking a way to relax after a hard day on the road.

    The innkeeper seemed more than a little surprised by this sudden influx of patrons, and thoroughly unprepared for the task. Even so, it wasn’t long before Shallan found herself seated in one of the booths, with Tanya on one side and Ashlyn on the other, and a freshly poured mug of ale in front of her. She sipped at it casually as the three of them laughed and joked, the bonds of friendship slowly strengthening. At least, until Tanya spoke up regarding Shallan’s own talents.

    “So, Shallan. You said that you and your friend joined us because you wanted to become a performer, right?” she asked, in between casual sips from her own mug.

    “That was pretty much the plan, yeah. Why do you ask?” she questioned, throwing a sideways glance towards Tanya. Before her new companion could answer, though, Ashlyn spoke up from her other side.

    “Friend? More like partner. The two of them are definitely lovers” Ashlyn interjected, a knowing grin flickering across her features.

    “Hey now. The two of us aren’t together together” Shallan answered, sounding perhaps a little more defensive than she might have liked.

    “No? That’s a shock” Ashlyn said, sounding not at all surprised. “So its unrequited love, then”

    Shallan could already feel her cheeks starting to heat up.

    “Stop distracting her. Shallan, if you want to perform with us, you must have some sort of talent, right? What’s your poison?” Tanya asked, tilting her head to the side. Before she could answer, however, Ashlyn was quick to interject.

    “Don’t act like you don’t want to know.” This time, Shallan promptly ignored her.

    “S-singing. And maybe a little bit of acting. My mother used to be a performer, so she gave me a little bit of training while I was growing up.”

    “Oh, really? Anyone we might have heard of?” Tanya questioned, only for Ashlyn to speak over the top of her.

    “I’m still waiting for an answer”

    “Gods. You two are going to give me a bigger headache than the alcohol” Shallan muttered, as much to herself as her two friends.

    “Then you clearly aren’t drinking enough” Tanya answered, a grin spreading across her features. Shallan shook her head in something akin to exasperation, before helping herself to another hearty sip.

    ~~~~

    The young mage’s attempts at hiding himself from prying eyes were certainly admirable enough. Any regular humans would doubtless be turned away by the unnatural ring of trees, and the chances of them stumbling upon them to begin with were rather slim. All in all, it seemed a very effective method of concealment.

    That said, it was a little bit tricker to hide from another mage.

    The interruption started innocently enough. With a fluttering of wings, an owl would sweep down into the ring of trees above, before landing on one of the newly-grown branches. It stood there in silence for a moment, watching Mec with eyes that seemed just a little bit too lucid for a wild animal. It seemed to observe the mage in silence for a moment, head tilted slightly to one side, before letting out a solitary hoot.

    A few seconds later, two of the trees on the far side of the ring began to move. The two of them rippled unnaturally, shifting and moving seemingly of their own accord. The trees separated at the base, whilst the upper halves remained motionless, sliding apart to form a makeshift archway.

    Through the newly formed opening strode one of Olenna’s dolls, immediately recognisable for both the strange material it was constructed, and the mask it wore in place of a carved face. Aside from those two distinguishing features, however, the doll was clearly a different model to the one Mec had seen during their previous encounter. This one was thinner, with longer arms and legs – as if someone had taken a regular person and stretched it, throwing the proportions out. Even more unsettling was the addition of two extra arms, which were folded just below the regular ones. A replacement for the doll that Olenna had lost on the night of their escape, or some sort of new model?

    The doll strode towards Mec at a casual pace. As it walked, the owl that was resting overhead took flight once more, swooping down to perch on one of the doll’s narrow shoulders. When the thing spoke there was no visible indication that it was doing so, but there was no mistaking the voice that flowed forth.

    “Hello, Mec. Its always good to see a mage taking the time to practice their craft. How has live on the road been treating you?”

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    Mec sensed a disturbance near the hideaway he had made for himself. Sure enough, the moment he faced the direction the disruption came from he witnessed two of the trees he had created shift and make way for an approaching figure. Mec immediately recognized the mask, yet he still took a step away from the figure as its long and alien form approached, quickly joined by the owl. The young mage cleared his throat and drew a long breath, neutralizing himself from his training as well as the sudden surprise.

    "Hello, Olenna," he said cautiously, eyeing the owl and the doll carefully. Between the owl, the doll's mask, and the voice, Mec was fairly certain that he truly was speaking to the leader of the mage cabal. "I can't complain, although the traveling is tiring." Mec seated himself on the grass beneath him. As he and Olenna spoke, he managed to catch her up on key events he felt would be meaningful to her. Primarily, how Mec's power have improved since they last spoke and the events around Clair's curse.

    "Our travel arrangements work well, as Clair's group is experienced with travel and she benefits from my ability to relieve her from her curse. My ability to cancel away other's magic seems to work effortlessly when it comes to the curse, however I have yet to learn how to permanently remove it. If I wander too far from Clair, her attacks come back to haunt her." From time to time, Mec would look the owl in the eyes as he spoke, growing more comfortable with the concept that Olenna was watching from the other side of the large, observant orbs. "I am worried that whoever cast the curse might still be in Convittas, however, they never revealed themselves even after I weakened the curse. Either they're not very confrontational, or they had already left town."

    "I don't suppose you have come with more information about where Shallan and I are supposed to finally stop? For now we are heading north, so hopefully we are still headed towards the right direction."

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    Unlike the young mage, Olenna chose to remain standing throughout the early parts of their conversation. She simply didn’t feel the need to sit, given that there was no risk of her doll getting tired. Despite Mec’s obvious wariness, however, she launched into their discussion rather quickly. The head of the underground mage cabal knew well the power of information, and was quite eager to hear how things that progressed during her absence. She had received missives from Midir, of course, but he had only been able to tell her so much, and information received first-hand was always considerably more reliable.

    “Travelling with others will certainly help mitigate the dangers of the open road. You do increase your risk of being discovered, but so long as you keep your head down and only exercise your power in secret, it should prove safe enough. Given your current attempts at hiding yourself, I daresay you’ll be fine” she conceded. The owl threw a brief glance at their surroundings, as if to illustrate her point, before turning its attention back to Mec good and proper.

    “News of this curse is much more concerning. For someone with that sort of power to be acting freely, and without one of our own mages noticing…we’ll have to investigate this further” she muttered, speaking to herself as much as Mec this time. If she had any thoughts as to the cause, or methods that might be able to help, Olenna made no effort to share them.

    Now that she was caught up on everything that had taken place since their departure, they could finally turn their attention to the future. At Mec's prompting, Olenna was quick to divulge the information that he had requested.

    “You're heading for a small lakeside hamlet by the name of Esquire. Its located near the northern ranges, and cold enough that you can expect snow consistently for a few months each year. The population barely breaks a hundred people, so I imagine the community is rather close-knit. It doesn’t see many tourists, so I find it unlikely that news of your public appearances will have reached them there. All things considered, it seems an ideal place for you to lay low for the time being” Olenna answered.

    “We’ll set the two of you up with a small house of your own on the city’s outskirts. The land and building will be paid for in full, so you’ll only need to worry about earning enough to support yourselves. I imagine that will prove simple enough, considering your talents.”
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    Mec watched the doll with great attentiveness as she described Esquire, the small northern settlement that would serve as his home in the future. The arrangement sounded more than ideal, especially considering that he was currently a traveling, wanted, fugitive. Although a small community made it difficult to blend seamlessly into mobs of strangers and be forgotten, it also meant there would be only a hundred or so different personalities to learn to deal with. Mec would quickly learn the things to say and the actions to perform so that people would be satisfied with only brief interactions with him. A paradise for someone more concerned with his own matters than the matters of strangers.

    The promise of a house to live in was also spectacular, even if Olenna had made it apparent she intended to provide as much during their last meeting. Eventually there would be dues to pay, Mec knew, but even still, such a price seemed small. So far, no one who worked for Olenna seemed to have regrets, mages and non-mages alike. "It's very generous of you to go as far as making sure our living arrangements are fully paid for. I'm very grateful."

    He stood, brushing off his clothes with a few firm swipes of his hands. He glanced skyward, gauging how late into the night it had become. A few hours still separated them from the morning sun, and Mec had exhausted himself enough with his training that he may be able to catch a few hours of sleep before it was time for his traveling group to move again. "I must be going soon. I will need some rest before the day's travels. I also have not seen Shallan since we've arrived, so it's best that I make sure she's safe."

    "Before I go, I was wondering if things have calmed down around you since we last saw each other in person. I hope the activity during my stay did not cause any problems for other mages in town. That knight with the sword that could cut through magic must surely be looking to make up for the failed execution."

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    The rather complete lack of facial features could make it a little difficult for people to judge Olenna's emotions sometimes, when she was using this particular method to communicate. The leader of the mages' cabal was well aware of this fact, and often liked to use it to her advantage. After her newest acquisition expressed his thanks for all the work she was doing, however, there was no mistaking the note of amusement in her voice, even as she tried to play off Mec's appreciation. It wasn't often that one of her mages went out of their way to thank her for the work she was doing, even in such a small way. Nor did she expect them to.

    "Oh, think nothing of it. Given everyone's respective talents, we can always earn more coin. In fact, I daresay that is probably one of the easier points of our operation. The lives of our members are hardly so expendable" Olenna answered, dismissing the entire topic as inconsequential with a casual wave of a hand, as if brushing it aside.

    The woman nodded rather simply when Mec announced that he would finally be leaving, accepting the fact with casual ease. They had discussed just about everything of major importance that she had wanted to cover tonight, and felt no need to push for some of the smaller details, when future meetings would prove much easier from now on. The owl itself glanced skyward for a moment, before turning its attention back to the mage good and proper.

    "That particular knight frequently proves troublesome for us and ours. We think he's left town, but at the moment it’s hard to be certain. None of our sources have been able to verify his exact whereabouts" she answered, a note of displeasure creeping into her tone. "Big scares like this do tend to make things harder for our other mages, but they're all prepared to go to ground in the case of such an emergency. Besides, since your appearance was so...public, everyone is rather focused on finding you specifically. Sometimes, that can make it easier for the others to slip past unnoticed"

    Their meeting quickly coming to a close, there was just one last thing Olenna wanted to mention.

    "I'll have my doll shadow your convoy as best as I'm able in the weeks to come, so that we might talk again if the need arises, and I might assist you if any trouble does start. In the meantime, make sure to clean up here before you go" she finished, gesturing to the unnatural ring of trees around them.

    Olenna doubtless could have dealt with the entire mess herself, given how developed her own control of the Anima was. As she had touched on earlier, though, doing so would be good practice for Mec. Once he had restored things to normal and started heading back towards the misfits' camp, Olenna's doll would step away, melting into the night, and she'd set about the task of finding a safe place to hide it for the coming day.

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    It was rather late at night by the time Shallan and her friends had managed to excuse themselves from the makeshift party that the misfits had started in the innkeeper’s taproom.

    The three of them took their time walking back towards the misfits’ camp, and for more than simple reasons of leisure. All thoroughly tipsy at this point, they walked with their arms around each other, each of them trying to hold the others upright. Their efforts, whilst admirable, still weren’t enough to stop them from stumbling occasionally, or staggering from side to side. Even so, none of the girls seemed to mind. They chatted amongst themselves the whole way, frequently bursting out into fits of giggles, totally heedless of any disapproving stares they might receive from sleepy locals.

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    "Oh good," Mec thought aloud, feeling slightly relieved that his actions and missteps did not seem to create any rippling consequences for the other mages. He almost forgot that there were others, non-mages, that were hurt or much worse during the event. That was all behind him now, however, and it was about time he kept it that way.

    The idea of Olenna's doll following him from the shadows as he traveled was an easy one to accept. After all, Olenna managed to transport it this far. He also was happy to be able to speak to another mage semi-regularly, a luxury he thought he might lose after departing Convittas. There would be things to learn from a mentor, and being able to talk openly about the future made his goals feel all the more achievable.

    Mec took a quick glance around the artificially crafted space he had created for his training, in response to Olenna's order to return things as they were. He had already planned on doing so, so he felt prepared for the task. After drawing a long breathe, Mec exhaled, gently waving a slow arm in front of him. As he did so, each of the trees he had grown began to gray and wither, before ultimately turning to dust that disappeared into the wind. Ultimately, no traces were left behind, as even the small remaining particles seemed to vanish rather than disperse into the air.

    Mec bid his farewells to Olenna, or rather, her owl, and quickly backtracked his way out of the woods and back towards the Misfits' camp. As he briskly marched on, he wondered if he would find Shallan anywhere in the camp. It would be difficult to search through such a large group of people without disturbing anyone, he thought, but he was also nervous about waiting until morning to make sure his companion was safe.

    The camp was still well-lit by the moon's pale light, with no clouds to obstruct the glow from looming over all that sat below. In addition to this, two small fires burned at either end of the camp, painting orange through the white light from above and keeping the camp area warm for the night. Mec strolled casually from one end of the camp to the other, watching for Shallan as he did, but not catching a glimpse of her. He thought about going into town on the chance he might find her, but eventually determined there was no logic in doing so as the it would be difficult to find one person in an unfamiliar town.

    After nearing the end of the camp closer to town, Mec decided to settle in a spot near enough to the waning fire that he could feel some residual warmth, but still separated from anyone who might be nearby. He removed a worn blanket from his bag, and laid it out on the ground before settling down upon it. The night's training would have tired him enough that he could probably fall back asleep, but this time on his own terms rather than by succumbing to pure exhaustion.

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    The walk from bar to camp took much longer than it had done whilst going the other way, mostly due to the large amount of staggering done by the three intoxicated girls. They continued to chat throughout the entire walk, often breaking out into fits of giggles over things that any sober adult would simply find nonsensical. As refreshing as the cool evening air was, it apparently wasn’t enough to combat the quantity of alcohol that they had consumed that evening.

    It was well and truly dark by the time the three of them arrived back at camp. Even so, they were some of the first that had gone out drinking to return, and their chosen campsite proved much less crowded than it had seemed during the day. Realistically, the girls should have simply headed to bed, knowing what awaited them tomorrow. In reality, of course, things weren’t quite so simple.

    “Wait, wait! We need to go back! I think I left my shoes behind!” Tanya called out, drawing looks from both of her companions.

    “You’re still wearing them” Shallan pointed out, unable to stop a soft chuckle slipping from her lips. Ashlyn simply shook her head in something akin to exasperation, before grabbing Tanya by the shoulders.

    “I’ll go get this one to bed. You’re capable of looking after yourself, I hope?” she asked. Shallan nodded in agreement, but the effect was rather ruined by an attempt to suppress another giggle. Ashlyn gave her a strange look, before the two went off in the other direction, one leading the other. Shallan watched them go for a moment, before letting out a soft sigh. She pondered over what she should do, then – hunt down Mec, or simply give in and resign herself to sleep, given the long trip that was likely to come tomorrow. She had no idea how early the Misfits intended to start, and didn’t particularly like the idea of finding out the hard way.

    She strolled back towards the place where she remembered leaving her bag at a leisurely pace, humming softly to herself all the while. Once she arrived, the girl set about preparing her things for bed. She extracted her blanket and selected a spot, before settling down to try and get some rest.

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