When Vanyel is ready for the mad science tour, he shows him the monkeys. "They're monkeys," she feels it necessary to clarify. "I know they look very human at this point, because the whole point of them is that I'm going to move into one if I ever die, but they're not people, and I have forbidden the staff to name them. I could move into one now if I had to but I'd like to get one actually looking like me in particular first, and I want to stick more Gifts into them, I got Fetching out of some Changesquirrels but further work is needed." She shows him the mice, too. "Do you suppose Jisa'd like a winged mouse? What's her favorite color?" She shows him all her microbiology eggs. "That's a flu sample from the recent plague! I remembered to take one. Those there are other flus. The white eggs have more-alive microbes and the brown eggs have less-alive kinds - there's a cold one of the staff mages had a few months ago, there's food poisoning, there's the most common kind from healthy intestines - you could get your Sight this fine, you know, I don't do heavy Healing-Gift use apart from Sight for this work."
:Hmm. Harder with someone I’m not bonded to, I can try... He’s not that skilled with rapport either. I might be able to pass energy along to him if you tap a node while we’re in rapport:
"Okay, let's try that, see if it works." She reaches for the node, carefulcareful.
And Amshalan coaches the mage into the right kind of rapport, similar but not identical to what was needed for Sight-sharing.
"Amshalan's fast. I'll pack up travel food - Amshalan, how long are we going to be running -"
:Umm. It’s over two hundred miles, normally it’d be three or four days, but - if I really pull out all the stops and gallop the whole way, I think I can do it in a day. I’ll want a week of pampering afterward, Companions can push a lot harder than regular horses but we do pay for it later:
:Haven has recently been very on fire, I don't know how much there will be in the way of pampering facilities or even, like, grass. Split the difference, stop once at an inn somewhere and get there tomorrow evening?:
“I - guess I should stay here?” Dara says uncertainly. “It’ll be twice as hard for Amshalan if she has to carry me too.”
"Yeah," says Belrun, Fetching out and bagging various travel-compatible foods. "Plus you can keep an eye on whether there are gryphons about and if it seems safe go to a less collapsed facility when he can Gate again."
Amshalan positions herself conveniently for bagged foods to be fastened to her; she’s inconveniently not wearing the proper high-capacity travel saddlebags, but the regular Herald saddle has smaller bags built in.
If they're stopping at an inn then optimistically they just need two breakfasts and two lunches and some snacks to supplement whatever the inn has for horses but Belrun tries to squeeze in a little extra in case because things keep going wrong. "Please let them know when to expect me," she tells the (original) mage, "so if I don't show up they know to be concerned."
Amshalan's neck twists around. :Border's thataways, 'bout a mile. I'm trying to reach the nearest Herald on circuit, well, their Companion. There's a Guard-post but they shouldn't give us trouble, you being on a Companion and all:
:Also heir to the throne presumptive but I suppose I'm not dressed like it or anything:
Amshalan breaks into a trot; the path is too narrow and rutted for galloping to be safe yet. :Right, and these are random Guards, they won't know your face. Er, I'm a little worried if you push that bit they'll try to assign us a guard or something, and instead we should just be obviously in a hurry. They might know about the emergency in Haven, not sure whether that's been passed around:
Also it's pretty noticeable that she's closer to Leareth! The reduced strain on the lifebond is a relief at first, but she's also picking up on more vague distress; at two hundred miles' range, it's easier to identify the discomfort as probably physical rather than emotional.