Chapter 62

The guys come in, moving to sit down again and looking at each other, their minds a little higher in the sky. It was a few moments for them to have their chance to get it straight Vimor's eyes notice that Tench's seat, which was still there for a moment, starting to break apart, starting from the outside and working its way inwards.

Blaine notices the younger man's eyes focused on the deep darkness that almost felt like it should have been staring into the abyss, was showing its way to being a floor. "Once we leave a world, depending on how we make it, anything left is released back to its energy."

Their father nods at that, "That's right, most of us have no problems with that. Only a few of us try to have a more permanent effect sometimes. I know one who had spent years on a small world. These insectile men devoured stones and used them as a piece of art, sort of like preparation in cooking. He found that the more challenging the rock, the better the work. Granite and marble didn't exist globally, much harder mineral than was worked before."

He takes a moment to remember the stone shapes that man had shown him as if looking off. Each one was carved into a likeness of a feature on the planet. Marble meticulously smoothed the marble. Each groove was mirroring the subject. They were towering subjects that were many times the size of the men working the materials. Each piece is carefully stored away by the man, his inner world protecting them from the decay of the outside chaos.

His father's head shakes a moment, knowing Vimor was able to appreciate the work, "But anyways, the creatures, well they wouldn't survive on marble that was just there for a brief moment of their existence. Their suddenly empty bellies would have led to the craftsmen's death. While we are a bit chaotic, he would not leave knowing that his obsession had led to their end. It was probably the longest a wolf stayed on the world, but his technique is used, rarely, by us all."

"Which, I will have to take a moment to teach you," The big green-furred wolf chuckles after all of the lead-up. "Now, this world hasn't been touched too much by any of the higher energies, as they call them, so we need to invest a tiny bit more." He says, thinking of the technique while working to form on his palm, a rough gemstone, no larger than an inch in diameter, it wasn't apparent the value of such a stone, but an inner glow was evident for a moment. It was radiating a power that seemed to be swiftly swept away by the air.

"Now, on your world, stones like this work, most prefer them worked if you sell them, but your ways are better than mine to convince them. It is so much easier to find a way to sell if you can just read people." A somewhat disappointed sigh escapes from his lips, "But truthfully, we don't usually need money, here it is almost a requirement for anything good. Some worlds are a bit freer about sharing, so take care to study where you have arrived."

Blaine's head bobs in agreement, "It is terrible if you find somewhere that is similar to a previous destination, only to find they are worshipping a full pantheon of merchants after seeing them worship a tribal god. The longer-lived don't usually have such a high disparity, keeping to roots, but who is to say where those roots had started. Genetic quirks happen all of the time. A tribe of, commonly seen as elves, can draw their lines back to birds, brightly colored hair, pointed ears, and most bones fragile. While another, strangely enough, evolved from creatures most resembling imps. That world still had the imp-like creatures, but the elves had gone beyond the need of supporting wingVimor's eyes blink, wondering how they need to know about the genetic makeup was necessary. Both men having devolved into a discussion of similar creatures of so many worlds. Goblins and what sounded like fairies were the most common, having claimed so many worlds, being more prolific than most legends would have you believe.

Vimor finally needling his way into the conversation, "How are Faeries so prolific? I would have thought immortals aren't." Both men seem surprised at the voice suddenly speaking up into the mental conversation and turning to look at him before their minds roll the question through their heads.

Blaine takes the lead to answer, his father's head bobbing in agreement, "Faeries, and fairies," he mentally stressing the 'e' and the 'i' in both, "Are different species, Most Fae courts are immortal. They are also some of the worst people to have an agreement with, or to not, depending on the court." He says with a thought that gives a quick overview to the pup. Mostly Spring and Autumn's courts being the most moderate, willing to provide servitors to others. While Summer was the most helpful to help heal, Winter was the most willing to kill. The only way to know precisely what court the Fae is from depends on their actions before a contract.

It was weird how the conversation had moved to such a point, but neither seemed to think skipping over the Fae was good. Gerard's face appearing even more severe, intensely staring at Vimor, "If you do anything that involves the courts, from the lowliest of servants to the queens, don't make threats. Do not bring any blooded iron, those pieces that have taken lives, the danger of iron is enough to send them into a frenzy. They can sense the death on the blood, almost as well as we can hear their hearts from a distance. Arrival in their worlds place you in a ring of mushrooms, so don't worry too much about finding yourself somewhere improper."

Vimor's head was quirked a little, wondering why they were talking so strongly about it. Blaine notices and answers the somewhat unasked question, even if the curiosity was pretty much wafting off of him. "Next to gods and other divine beasts, they are the only others with options that can permanently harm us. While they aren't used to much, Faeries have the most obvious weaknesses, so they are most aggressive if someone threatens them."

Vimor's head bobbles in agreement towards his brother and father, both were looking drained, almost as if they had spent the better part of a few months explaining. They both taking to standing and stretching a moment, moving towards a stairwell hidden around the corner that led to a basement. The basement is partitioned with two decently sized rooms, both having a bed made of dirt and grass, the previous concrete reduced to what they desire, while the foundation of the house is still strong.

"You have your own room. Go and get your bed. We'll take a walk around outside tomorrow." Gerard says, shooing the cub that had followed them down the stairs. The boy's head bobs in agreement, heading to the familiar room and rinding himself, shifting back towards the comfort of four legs, unsure of how to sleep with his humanoid body.