Sorry it’s so short today. I got too tired at the end of the day. I’ll make tomorrow’s longer to make up for it 🙂
Anders stared at Meck, his expression uncertain as if he were uncertain of how to handle him. Meck mentally reviewed what he said but couldn’t think of anything outrageous he had done.
“You really take your job seriously don’t you?” Ander asked.
“Of course. It’s my first one.” If he ruined this one there might not be a second. Meck had no doubt the academy wouldn’t send him out again. They had thought too hard about sending him out this time.
“All right. You may follow me around if you think it will help.”
Meck didn’t even try to hide his wide smile. This was his chance to prove his worth. He didn’t just want to focus the general’s tent, he needed to discover what else he could help with. A proper domestic wizard could anticipate his charge’s needs. “Thank you.” He offered a cheery smile pleased he was getting his way.
“Eat up. I don’t want you fainting from hunger, you’re small enough as it is,” Anders said.
His glare had little effect on the general. Eating as fast but neatly as he could, Meck soon finished then waited for his next order. In the corner of his eye he saw Anders armor propped up on its wooden stand. A slight hum came off of it, the sound ragged and uneven.
“When’s the last time you had your armor refreshed?” He idly asked while scanning the metal and leather contraption.
“I don’t know. It’s been hard finding a proper metalsmith out here. The two we have are busy with other things and I don’t think they know how to properly sing to the metal,” Anders said.
“Hmm. I could fix this if you like,” Meck offered before he could stop himself. Damn, his initial plan of keeping some of his abilities secret had just been ruined. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to help the general but the more he could do the likelier it was that Anders would loan him out to others. Meck never liked the idea of being a commodity to be passed around.
Anders stood and came to stand next to him. “What do you mean fix? It looks fine to me. It could use a little polish.” He gave Meck a hopeful smile.
“Can’t you hear it?” Meck grabbed Anders right hand between both of his and concentrated on the armor’s song. With a twist of magic he projected the sound to Anders.
“Wow!” the soft tone made Meck smile. He loved it when people finally discovered the grasp of magic and how far it could reach. The warm calloused hand wrapped between his jerked at Anders proclamation.
“Do you hear it now?”
“Yes.” Anders smiled losing the hardened expression of a general and revisiting the wonder of a child. “It’s beautiful.”
“No it’s not,” Meck replied, “but it can be. We just need to twist it a bit here.” Meck trickled a line of power between the broken stanzas, filling the empty broken parts and smoothing over the damage. The armor piece glowed bright gold for a second before turning back to a dimmer sheen. “There.”
Bitter strands had worn away and now they were renewed.
“That’s amazing. What does that do?” Anders stared at his breastplate as if it would begin speaking and tell him its secrets.
“It will help block swords better. Strikes that might have gone through before will be deflected by the magic before it hits the armor. It won’t enhance your skills but should give you those few extra seconds to counter or run.” Meck didn’t believe in false hope. Magic had gotten him through some rough spots in his life but he didn’t fall into the belief that some wizards did that magic could solve all of his problems.
“I think I’m going to enjoy having you around,” Anders declared.
“Glad I can help, sir.”