Carnival of the Soul: A Monster Girl Harem Fantasy (Celestine Chronicles Book 4) by Cebelius -

Author:Cebelius - [-, Cebelius]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2019-06-11T22:00:00+00:00

17

Establishing Boundaries

Shy Willow sat on a small hillock away from the hustle and bustle of the carnival with the Rod of Arcs across her knees and a copy of the accords in her hands.

Mila's transformation had been a welcome relief for her. Despite their educated guess regarding Terry's bond gifts, she had worried for the tigress. She knew a little of the Rakshasi, because they were a fabled encounter and much researched at the college she had haunted much of her young life.

Her magic is now greater than mine, she realized as she felt a twinge of jealousy. Terry's gift to her had been to expand her capacity, but not her capability.

'Jealousy is unbecoming.'

The Rod of Arcs did not sound hostile, only chastising. 'If you cannot make better use of what little talent you have, more power would only cause more waste.'

You are right, of course, Shy thought.

Her relationship with the Rod was still defined by its desire to do harm, and nigh constant nitpicking. The staff always took more from her than was necessary instead of focusing and conserving her strength as it should.

But the Rod no longer insulted her outright. It no longer spoke out of turn to hurt her. It only told her what she already knew about herself in a way that cut her pride.

The Rod of Arcs allowed her to stand with Tee when he fought, to help him when he needed her. That had been why she had taken it up to begin with, despite her hatred of the thing. As her use of it and her knowledge had grown, her attitude toward it changed. She now thought of it with genuine fondness. It had allowed her to stand with Tee. It had let her help him when he needed her. It had also pushed her to better herself. In its constant insults she had found the seeds of truth, had begun to cultivate them within herself, and for that she was thankful. It was a hurtful, spiteful, vile piece of metal, but it was her hurtful, spiteful, vile piece of metal.

We are a good team.

'That remains to be seen. I am surprised you've lived so long.'

Shy nodded, her eyes on the horizon, yet unseeing. It was almost noon, and save for a scattering of high cirrus clouds, the sky was clear and blue. A breeze ruffled the grass around her, and for a moment Shy felt the urge to take her willow form.

She resisted.

Play it again.

'Hah! If you continue to listen to his music, it will make you bloodthirsty.'

Do you object?

'Of course not. I only point it out because the you of yesterday WOULD.'

Shy filled her mind with expectation, and the Rod of Arcs filled it with the sounds she had stolen as she watched Tee work.

She smiled and sank into the flow of the strange music, letting its thrumming rhythm and the drive inherent in the words bind her more firmly to the staff. Tee had worked himself mercilessly while in the Labyrinth.

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