Violence & Vigilance: Turesia Untamed Book 1 by David T List

Author:David T List [List, David T]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Sky Island Publishing
Published: 2023-08-03T16:00:00+00:00

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Everything Will Change

AUSGAN

Obsydia’s Tower, Stravhelm

Magister Obsydia soaks in a hot bath beneath the shade of her gazebo with a damp cloth over her eyes and a sack of frozen sedgenuts on her right shoulder. Thankfully, the cryomancer’s adherents in training were able to produce one at Obsydia’s request, otherwise the wine would be on double duty. She trained too hard today. Common on days there’s too much on her mind. Her meeting with Intemrus left her in need of more than a bath. Carnal release. Katas, rhystic, and limberness went as usual. It was sparring that she overdid, and seems to have injured something. She definitely injured her opponents, some because they held back, some because they didn’t, most simply because she could.

A greying adherent finishes sharpening an endensed river clam shell on a flat stone and walks to Obsydia’s bath with a silksedge towel and some warmed coconut oil. Obsydia lifts a leg out of the water and rests it on the edge of her tub. Sometimes she regrets the moment in her life when she deemed hair on her body a nuisance, thereby binding herself to this routine forever more. Life would be simpler if she’d never realized it. But she did, and there is no going back. The least she can do is outsource the labor. Get some entertainment out of it.

The adherent rubs oil into Obsydia’s calf and begins to shave her leg, starting at the ankle. She uses long, careful strokes, making sure the skin is receptive, the shell is sharp. When she finishes Obsydia’s legs, she’ll shave her arms. After that, depending on the time, maybe she’ll shave more.

The adherent is relaxed and works the shell like a paint brush. Her dark skin is mottled and flecked with age, shiny and loose on her knuckles, but her grip is practiced and sure. Another adherent stands close by to watch and learn. Obsydia is picky about who shaves her. In her experience, women are best. Men can’t seem to find the balance between too much force and too delicate a touch. They leave Obsydia with stubble and scratches. And regarding shaving her inner thighs and groin, men are lost. Their heart rates leap about, compromising their steadiness. They fiddle around, not sure which way to run the shell, not sure what skin to press on, what to pull, nerves making their hands quiver. As entertaining as it is to watch them attempt the job, Obsydia prefers not to bleed from her crotch unless nature demands it.

By the time her adherent is done shaving her, the sedgenuts have thawed and Obsydia’s shoulder is throbbing. Two other adherents are setting out a platter with seared chevon and cheese and wine. Obsydia rises from her tub as an adherent dressed in messenger orange ascends her staircase.

“Ashmancer Haik is here to see you. He has Basalt Kale in his custody.”

Finally. Obsydia sighs. She steps from her tub and an adherent wraps her in a thin towel. When she got wind Kale had been apprehended, she almost cried in relief.

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