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Xyran Mal loved her bike. Xyran Mal also traveled on it often, running errands for her master, expanding to new cities for instruction or competition, and visiting spiritual, historical, or personal landmarks scattered through Lyrrhes. She had inherited it from a distant relative, and knew enough about it for basic repairs and upkeep, but this was a work of art crafted by the old masters, and she was a swordsman’s apprentice. So, when the central conductor burned out, she took it into a shop in the city she was in at the time, trusting the trained professionals to do their job well. She obviously misplaced that trust, because the motor had been rattling since she got back. She hadn’t really thought Jen would be able to do anything- his repairs were mediocre at best- but she also didn’t think she could make the journey to a better shop without causing more damage.
Much to her surprise, however, Jen had a new hire, a gorgeous, intense young woman who said she’d be able to fix it. She stood with an air of authority, a regal command. Her silver white hair was shaved on the sides, and woven into a thick braid down her back. Her work clothes were sturdy, but not dirty, and they hung better on her frame than they had any right to.
“The machinist who repaired your conductor was clearly very careless. They must have used magic to install or replace the piece. Your core is obviously magic sensitive, and the fringe magic from the installation caused a delicate misalignment within the inner mechanisms of the core.”
“But you can fix it?” Realizing she was still astride the bike, she hastily dismounted, smoothing the lines in her clothes best she could. Master would be appalled at her manners. Library duty for a week.
“It is unlikely I can fix the core itself.”
“Then how can you fix it?” Their conversation was briefly interrupted by some clanging and crashing from inside the shop.
Last week I posted a video from roughly a year ago, where I sat sit down to answer a few questions that Tim from Ravenz Craft Arts send me for a video interview about runes galdrastafir and my personal take on Scandinavian folk magic.
The whole thing turned into quite a monologue from my end. This is the second part of the response video in it's full length.
Tonight, in the dark night, above the sky
the clouds cover the stars
and pour down rain that can’t be blocked
It says the last goodbye for you
I can’t forget the sight of your back
under your clear umbrella
because it can’t be covered
I still can’t believe this
I can’t untangle my heart
I can’t blame myself but I can’t hate you
If I blame myself, even the air turns against me
This complicated situation
The sight of your back remains in my head
in a deep place that can’t be erased, your name is engraved
Even closing my eyes feels like a waste of time
I’m thankful that the rain is clear