46 Homecoming (1/2)
Good news, my sister is feeling much better. She's bouncing back to her regular self at an amazingly fast rate. Magical mana overload huh? Never thought that was a thing.
Bad news, we're attached at the hip and this little baby is more than happy to cling on to me when she awoke. No promoting needed, by evening she was up and happily burrowing herself into my skin.
”Rosa! Rosa back!”
”Yes I'm back, please let go Lilyanne, it's too hot”
”Rooooosssssaaaa, no fawe.”
”Yes yes yes go back to sleep, I'll be riiiiight here.”
It seems I've been gone too long. I don't know if it's the receding fever pain or her own natural crybaby that has her wetly crying through my precious sweater. Maybe I should have changed, if she let me that is. It's very inconvenient
To calm her down I fed her a 'soda' and then another. I shouldn't encourage this habit but hey she's sick and sticky.
The soda's mild healing effect for colds really do stack up, if anything it helped with some of the symptoms. That's what we're telling the household staff anyways. Rude, my 'sodas' are kinda effective.
SHe has no idea what's going on or the newfound magical abilities between us, she's just really happy to have me back. Kids are so pure.
Besides napping and waiting for her to fully recover, there's nothing to do cooped up in here. While I was prepared for it, the shift from being a semi-independent guest at Gable's with physical chores and freedoms to well, the little cooped up young miss again is dis-jarring.
I don't even mind milking that old goat so much.
Just when I figured out I brought my crafts with me in my space bag, grampa and Gable came back like Dr. Frankenstein and his assistant. Gable looked nice and neat as ever, a dark leather-bound book and ink set ready. Grampa was a packing mule carrying a bunch of stuff, including more rocks.
The experiments gave me something to do I suppose. It was also likely that they helped drain Lilyanne of her fever faster.
Rocks of all shapes and sizes lit up and charged for various duration and Gable faithfully scribbles his observations down. There was an incident with some fruit and a small rock exploding but other than that he looked satisfied.
It wasn't just rocks either, grampa pulled out rings, staffs, weapons, potted plants and even a boulder out of seemingly nowhere. I KNEW IT!
I knew grampa had more inter dimension space storage, yeah I'm definitely keeping my tiny bag.
”But that one actually has-”
”Nope! Mine now!”
”It's hers now Ronald, you know it would happen.”
Case closed, I honestly should be getting more for what I've been through. Hey, how do I sue for monetary compensation?
The rest of the morning, or is it afternoon now, goes by just like that. Lilyanne sleeps easily, still in recovery while I light up any objects that Gable floats in front of me. I've come to figure out that the moment I even think I start to feel a tingle of magic then the thing has changed quite enough. Too much more and we'll have another explosion on our hands.
The closer my sister and I are to each other, the faster an item charges. I wish I could say how fast a rate but it really depends on the item. Even if they're the exact same size, two rocks can take vastly different charge times. I don't know if one holds more if it's just because they're different materials. Well, I'll leave the analysis to the professionals, aka Gable.
Grampa comes in and out carrying items and packages too small to be holding all the stuff they've used on their human battery experiments.
”Do you feel any fatigue at all Rosalia?”
”No.”
”Any strain or side effects? Anything at all?”
”Nope, don't feel a thing.”
”Hmm, interesting.”
My parents occasionally peek in but they look like they need the rest just as much as Lilyanne, especially mother. There's still work and household matters to attend to that they need to catch up on and since Lilyanne is in good hands, they can leave us in peace.
”Gable will you be staying here long?”
”Hmm, it depends but I don't think so, not more than a few days. Would it make you feel better if I did?”
”Yes!”
”Well, I have some things to do at the camp anyways. Besides I should give Lukas time to transition before taking him back with me.”
”Oh right, the boys! That's a smart idea but, where did grampa take them off to?”
A quick porthole window mirror circles itself into existence, showing the mentions two half playing around with the Ventrella household guards and half manually organizing some rocks. Despite the obvious labor they look like they're enjoying themselves falling over grampa.
But how many rocks are there? Wait wait wait how are they carrying that? WTF?! That must weigh a ton! Oi guards aren't you ashamed? A pair of puny brats are out lifting you!
Ah forget it, grampa only recruits monsters.
It's a little lonely in here when Gable leaves. I only have a sleeping baby here and my crafts from my bag for entertainment. I wonder if they're allowed to come up and hang out? Maybe if I throw notes from the window?
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After two days of peaceful confinement with Dr. Gable and his packing mule grampa coming in with loads of items to charge, I have been given my freedom again. Which is great because I was going to sneak out anyway if they didn't.
I'm pretty sure I could survive jumping out the second-story window if I position the boys correctly. No need for notes, we just shout at each other, they're doing well. They've taken to either following grampa or Gable around if they're not back at the camp. By now the troops have returned.
I also don't have the heart to tell them that grampa's special 'training' for them is really just manual labor carrying around rocks, poor things.
Gable already gave the ok on Lilyanne, there's not much mass mana draining I can do by sticking with her any further. For now her body just needs to recover , just as if she had the flu or a severe cold. It's more than enough if we just share the same bed as always.
So just like father and mother I have much work to catch up on. First stop, the kitchens!
”Georgey boy! You're looking much smoother.”
”And you look like the little boy really you are. Welcome back Rosalia. ”
”I shall take that as a compliment that my hair suits me very well.”
”That is does.”
While the entirety of the kitchen staff gives me a warm welcome home, it can't be helped that I'm closest to George. He's my precious guinea pig- uh I mean assistant.His skin isn't magically made over but his acne has improved a lot since I last saw him and his face looks very soft. I'd say the witch hazel toner and cold cream was a success.
What about the rest of my soap batches?
”Yeah, you were gone and no one knew what to do with Abigail since she was personally picked up by you, so we agreed to let her watch over and handle your things. ”
”Oh...you left my soaps in her charge?.”
”You forgot you picked up a maid now, didn't you?”
”I was busy! You saw that bird carry me off, it slipped my mind.”
A decent outskirt room that must have once served as a cold storage, not too far from the kitchen, was where they set up all my little arts and craft projects, aka all batches of soap and the cold cream. A portion was left back in the capital to cure experimentally but the majority was brought back with us.
”Young Mistress, welcome back!!!Thank golly you're back safe and sound!”
”Just Rosalia is fine. I apologize for leaving you without setting you up properly. I hope you were able to adjust well here Abigail.”
And the maid I picked up I suppose. She's in the awkward position of not being an official maid in training, and definitely not inner housemaid approved, but personally selected by me. Good thing the kitchen staff settled her in because I'm really not sure how this excitable little lamb would survive with my other maids.
Without any other orders, besides officially handling my curing soap, she's been helping out as a kitchen hand.
”Young Mistress Rosalia, I've cut and set the bars out to cry just like you spoke of before! Since you said they should air I also took the liberty to take out all the ones in the molds! If I have overstepped please punish this servant!”
”...No that's quite alright, really, please get off the floor Abigail...you were a big help taking care f my soaps while I was gone. Thank you. ”
True, the stone shelves are partly stocked and the once strange room is beginning to look like a plain soap shop. The molds and equipment are even lined up nice and neat, all cleaned up. I see no problem with the goods, some of the soaps have a dusty bubbling on it or the colors are off on inside but hey not bad for the first time. Just a little cosmetic issue.
My new little maid, however...