Jennifer Jones
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Tala fell into a pattern as she loped northward across the rolling, craggy plains. She read books that Alat found pertinent. They also discussed what information should be given to whom and when, after they had full access to the Archive once again. They didn’t want to try to think of what to do when the time came, so they made plans and preparations. Terry hunted and ran beside her, resting in Kit less frequently than previously, likely due to her ‘encounter’ while the terror bird had been so…-
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Tala descended Howlton, unescorted. She appreciated the gesture of trust for what it obviously was. Even if Paresh could likely fight her off, if not outright defeat her with his unknown abilities within his own domain, Tala could cause considerable damage, if she wished. She did not wish to do so, but it wasn’t like they had a long history to lean on between them. She hoped to the stars that that was actually true. She had so much blood on her hands these days. Rivers of the stuff flowed in her…
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Tala walked with the Banlens up through the village of Howlton until they came to a courtyard before a quiet, restful seeming area. It was marked as a clinic and healer’s shop. - The motion of the city walking was hardly noticeable, but Tala had quickly become accustomed to the slight swaying. One of the Banlens went inside to get the healers. The other smiled. “If you would, Greater Tala?” Tala nodded and placed Kit on the closest wall. Tense faces greeted her as Tala pushed open the door into…
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Tala was rather irritated. The blast that had disrupted her connection to her budding Archon star hadn’t In fact, if she had to say it mimicked anything, it reminded her of Master Jevin in Makinaven, where he could grab anyone’s power and move it around with his aura control and the odd strength he had within his city. Tala found herself glaring at the guards before her. She’d been merciful, and these men had nearly killed her. “You.” She locked eyes with the leader, even as he paled. He…
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Tala stood in the cool light of an incredibly early winter morning and looked back toward the southwest. She could easily see the mountains beyond Platoiri, but the city itself was hidden by some slightly higher hills between them. Tala frowned, even as she turned and began to move toward the northeast, using the sun to help her find her way. Tala grunted as she took a running leap to clear the shorter distance across a deep, long valley. Tala closed her eyes, relying on her bloodstars for their…
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Tala and Terry ran. Well, that’s not quite accurate. Terry flickered around, bopping to various hills, occasionally disappearing after some bit of prey or other, but always returning and falling into step beside Tala with ease. Tala, for her part, loped, bounding more than anything else, springing forward with every step, the expanded surface area of each foot allowing her enhanced strength to really prove its worth. There wasn’t much snow near Platoiri, but she did find some in the deeper valleys…
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Tala took a seemingly eternal instant to stare at the hole that still remained into the Doman-Imithe. The hole that she’d opened for them to escape the approaching nightmare creatures. The creatures that were still coming with alarming speed, though they were still a good distance away. Could the creatures, whatever they were, even come through into Zeme? She had no idea. An odd heaviness had begun to build in the air, a feeling that seemed familiar, but she couldn’t place. She shook off the…
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Tala stood, finishing off her buttered bread and smiling to her minder. “Ready?” Thron quickly donned his pack with their supplies and nodded, keeping well out of arms’ reach. She shook her head but didn’t comment. Instead, she directed her power into Flow once more, giving the weapon its void-knife form and herself voidsight. Thron’s face twitched. “That’s never not terrifying, even now that I’m more used to it.” “Used to it? Wait, you can see it?” Her through-spike should…
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Tala sat in the disjointed place known as the Doman-Imithe. She’d been sent there to die, but she hadn’t complied, at least not yet. A dasgannach was ready and willing to rip all the iron out of her, as soon as her Archon star was no longer preventing that. The only reason she wasn’t dead already was because there was iron in the blood that made up her slowly growing Archon star, and the dasgannach wouldn’t leave until it had claimed It would have already claimed the iron in the star too, but…
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