Kaarthen could feel the flow of magic from them both she realized. The smaller woman’s was wobbly and infrequent. She tried to look but at it with the Goddess but an external force interrupted her as she tried to slide her mind over. The feeling of a strong hand pulled the vision away. The movement had come from the quiet woman in back who looked at Kaarthen oddly then smiled smugly.
Kaarthen stopped and stared at her incensed. Not used to feeling resistance, Kaarthen pushed blindly without her vision into the force. Then past it, into the smug woman.
“If you don’t want to go in I understand.” Said Marcos from behind her. He used her body as a shield during her invisible struggle he couldn’t feel.
The woman Kaarthen was targeting was starting to sweat. All Kaarthen could feel was cold. She felt as the goddess felt. The amount of power she wielded was insignificant and perhaps too much. The woman struggled to slide against the energies sweeping and lashing against her. She used experience Kaarthen never had and only defended herself with deflecting rubs as the twisting tendrils of power Kaarthen directed arced and snapped toward her. Like Marcos, she was only redirecting the brute force instead of contesting it.
Between them, the tiny woman had been knocked cold when a particularly powerful line of force swept through her unprotected mind. The woman looked up at her. Streaks of sweat were covering her now.
“Enough.” She said weakly and tried to grasp control and arrest Kaarthen’s winding whipping lines and fields of force.
Kaarthen stepped in pushing her bewildering offense into overdrive. She borrowed the styles and techniques Marcos had trained her in with martial arts. They didn’t lend themselves directly but still the woman could only scramble figuratively in the invisible struggle as Kaarthen turned the weight of the world onto her.
A bemused Goddess stepped in finally and Kaarthen felt it as her vision came in and she saw the blind messy attempts she had been making. Without any ability to stop the goddess, Kaarthen lowered her massive energetic attacks. The Goddess then easily demonstrated a simple nullification on the woman and she collapsed.
“I see. That was amazing.” The woman said easing up from her crumpled position. “Please enter.”
Kaarthen was now in a position of control and continued to watch what was before her through the Goddess. She entered and sat across from the women. Behind her, Marcos continued behind her and sat only slightly to the side. “That is gracious of you.”
The woman nodded to her. “You carry the goddess’ essence. The goddess has blessed you in beauty and form also. I’m honored to meet you. It was a long time ago I was given responsibilities to watch over Marcos. Indeed after all my time you were able to push me aside.”
Kaarthen smirked. “I had help. Please mistress admiral, don’t feel supplanted.”
“You’re free to use my name, Janis Vixtorioxx.” The woman said bowing her head.
Kaarthen was surprised. The woman was a Sister was a legend, ‘Janis the Victorious’ the ‘battlefield bleeder’, she had dozens of names from many dozens of stories. Stories mixed around whether she was an unlucky Huntress who constantly fought slavers and always came out on top, or a particularly excellent Warrioress with a knack for finding trouble. Her name was larger than any regional hero of the Sisterhood. Enclaves the world over knew her name. In Dar Delis, a statue of her stood in challenge all over the island protecting temples and purity sites. Stories of her alone or in groups subjugating men and fighting people and things in amazing battles were told as bed times stories to Kaarthen and countless other girls in the enclaves. She was one of the few Sisters whose greatness no one debated, ever.
Kaarthen considered the possible reasons a legendary Sister would be still alive and living quietly here in Menthino as a state sponsored ‘Wave Mistress’ tormenting Marcos.
“I… I am frankly surprised to find you here.” Kaarthen said.
“Of course. I became the Priestess for the Dark Mother. My name spreads her glory.” Janis said leaning back with a proud smile. “I assist Marcos in spreading the Dark Mother’s gospel, but I use this position for a much less local effect.”
Kaarthen nodded. “How generous of you. I was curious about that since Marcos rarely left this country, or talked to people.”
“Yes, that’s part of his shortcomings.” Behind Kaarthen, Marcos cleared his throat. “His focus has always been death and sex. Both are important, but just those two are not our Goddess’ complete manifestation. It’s not his fault. He is an excellent killer and efficiently spreads himself around onto anything nearby that sits still long enough.” She finished almost disgusted looking past her at Marcos who must have been staring back from behind her.
Kaarthen could tell the two had differing opinions on how the Dark Mother much less the aspects of fertility, and femininity were to be worshipped.
Janis continued as though nothing was amiss. “However, I embody femininity and at times fertility.”
Kaarthen turned to glance at Marcos who sat defiant. “I see.”
“While you are here I was to teach you more of magic. You use sight but without it you can be… heavy handed.” Janis paused to massage the back of her neck. “I wish you would stay and learn here with me.”
“Say no.” Marcos hissed from behind her.
“I am a Companion, I cannot.” Kaarthen said slowly.
Janis nodded thoughtfully as if she fully expected that answer. “Then I shall have to accompany you.” Marcos choked and beat that floor with a fist. “It will only be for a short time. You already are quite powerful from frequent use. Most people never see the magic they wield as you do. Usually they start by feeling it. Depending on the vision you have been blessed with, was a weakness. With training, a new style of magic emanation simply by feel alone would assist you and those three you have bound to yourself.”
Kaarthen considered it. “I would be honored.”
They closed the meeting and left the Ambassador and her sleeping cloud seer. Winding down they exited after retracing their steps. The short carriage ripped along and carried them back to the docks. This time a shorter sleeker canal boat waited for them.
The vessel was two-dozen yards long, flat decked, and had a single mast. The women sat along across the benches with Kaarthen’s angels. As they waited for the Ambassador, Kaarthen was pleased to note the ship’s crew was dressed and so far seemed unmolested.
Janis came after a few moments with the tiny woman. The ship’s crew took and stored her luggage. The pygmy carried a tied bundle around her shoulders and the gnarled wooden walking stick.
Before boarding the ship, Janis introduced the small woman. “This is Saucrem. She comes from the wild islands far to the west.” She paused and bent to listen to Saucrem’s banter. Ein seemed to really get a kick out of the two’s act. “She tells me we shall have good weather for our journey.”
The two entered as the boat cast off. Ein came forward with Kaarthen looking closer at them. Ein seemed to be fascinated in particular with the tiny woman and marveled at being taller then someone.
Janis spoke to Kaarthen as they crossed the bay. “Like Marcos I have my own habits I have gotten stuck into. I will try to work with you and educate you as well as I can.”
Janis taught her the uses of the energies of the earth, the power of the energies that only effect metal, and the weight of energy that came from overhead. The two spoke and worked bending the many lines of force.
The style of using the various energies was inelegant and more intuitive than simply manipulating the language, deconstructing, and reconstructing what they wanted from things. Mara joined her, happy to learn how to control more of the magic she felt. Without the advantages Kaarthen had to see what was happening, she learned a more effective style for herself and practiced as Janis instructed. Ein also tried it since she was in the conversation. She also added to the lessons what she had learned from Marcos’ library about the nature of things. The revelations helped them all as they sorted out the elemental nature of the energy, and objects around them.
Kaarthen used the energies blindly by touch around them. She and Mara melded and pushed energy out finding fish around them, extended themselves out and slapped the water’s surface miles away, and exploded the odd forgotten objects they found far below in the water.
Marcos sat far behind them and Kaarthen smiled inwardly as she felt him clumsily mimic them. He was quite powerful from his age. Like most of the immortals he railed against, he never expanded from his comfort zone into magic, despite the time and opportunity.
By that night, Marcos stopped the ship and had it pull up to a canal maintenance town. They were able to get rooms for everyone. Rinis became the puppetmaster for the troublesome simpering women. Marcos, Kaarthen, Mara, Ein, Janis, and Saucrem went down to the serving area and Marcos grinned evilly and bought every female in the serving area drinks. Kaarthen wasn’t surprised to see him give nearby women headaches trying to wordlessly mind control them.
Finally, he refined his technique successfully and disappeared going to the stables with his thrall.
“You see? Predictable.” Janis indicated Marcos who wordlessly led out the girl. He snared one, but it wasn’t what he thought.” She said with a dry chuckle. “I hope no one gets hurt.”
Outside Marcos tugged the girl over to a haystack.
“I got a secret big boy.” She said turning to him.
Marcos pushed her down without even getting privacy. “Ya we all do. Here suck on this. You like that?” He said pushing his cock in her mouth.
She bobbed quickly several times, and after wetting it, she started to really get in to it and stroke it twisting her lips and bringing up her hand to his balls. Her tongue flickered along his head following him as she bobbed over him.
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