10 Four in the garden (1/2)

Kyvas tried to push the image of the map of Earth over to Krys and Jach.

One try.

Two tries.

Nothing.

He then felt a little tug at his brain.

”It feels like something is pulling at my brain.” He informed the others.

”That's normal. Mental spells often do that.” Jach told him. ”There's usually an instinctive reaction to repel against it. Don't know how you haven't felt it yet, as you've been using telepathy for so long.”

”So, I try to not repel? That's it?” Kyvas asked.

”Pretty much.”

Kyvas tried to do just that. He tried to send the image while keeping a look out for that tug again. He 'let go' when he felt the tug, letting his brain drift for a second, before the image was seemingly copied and sent outwards.

He saw Jach's and Krys's brow furrow.

”Seems like it worked.” He muttered.

”...I guess you really are from another world.” Krys frowned. ”We'll need to get in touch with Immortal as soon as we can.”

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The first thing Seph did after leaving the lab was wash her face.

The second was a hearty breakfast.

Usually on days like this with free periods, she'd meet up with her group of friends. They would either sit around and talk, or if time permitted them they'd descend the tower and roam around in its lower floors. The indoor gardens at the third floor were a common spot for them. Nature is hard to not enjoy, especially when you're cooped up inside stone and crystal rooms (sometimes lined with wood) with no windows and a plethora of artificial lighting most days of the year. Plus they also held the occasional magic contest. There was this magic - tag - battle royale thing a group of upperclassmen hosted last month. Such a fun time.

Right now, however, she needed to think. To plan. And most importantly she needed information.

Firstly, she needed a sketch of the dagger. Not too hard of a job. She wasn't proud of her artistic ability, but it should still be enough to prepare a sketch of the thing.

So out of her cloak came a bottle of ink, her quill, and a small paper pad.

She set it on the cafeteria table on front of her and started sketching.

This wasn't an unusual sight for the cafeteria, so no one bothered her. Every once in a while she would stop sketching and take a sip of her beverage -- a pineapple juice she did not want to finish quickly -- and appreciated her drawing. Pretty spot on if one considered her skill.

Right as she had just about finished her sketch, a touch on the shoulder startled her.

”There you are! Missed breakfast again?” Hiila, her friend and classmate, called out from behind her.

”You scared her, Hiila.” Teak rolled his eyes and made his way in front of her. ”So, what are you doing?” His eyes were already on the pad Seph had been drawing on.

Seph calmed her breathing and glared at Hiila. ”I would have spilled my juice on you if you had made me mess up a line.” She ignored Teak. He wouldn't stop asking so soon anyway.

”That so?” Hiila snickered. ”Theeeennn--”

Seph's eyes widened as Hiila swiftly reached for her juice cup. She extended her hands towards it, but it was too late.

Hila had already grabbed it and pulled it out of her arms reach.

”You wouldn't mind me taking a sip, right?” Hiila laughed and took a couple of steps away from the table.

”Oh no, you won't!” Seph growled. Hiila started run, laughing gleefully. The table and chair gave her a headstart over Seph, who gave chase without another thought.

Teak rolled his eyes and smiled. Then grabbed Seph's stuff from the table and went after them at a leisurely pace.