//------------------------------// // Chapter 3 // Story: Texture and the changlings // by Hkh4 //------------------------------// Texture returned to her cell as Lysandra had other matters to attend to. Texture noticed her wounds were bleeding a little as the shift to flames entirely destroyed any bandages she had. She called out to the guard at her door. "Si-sir, I'm bleeding again." Not too long after she said that what appeared to be a medical changeling came in with bandages. She inspected Textures wounds carefully cutting at one on her tail before pulling small tweezers from her bag. "You've got some broken scales digging into this one." Texture winced as the scale was removed. After a few more minutes she was fully re-bandaged. The medic out of habit started pulling a piece of "candy" from her bag to offer to Texture  Said candy faintly glowed pink and smelled of the foul fluid but Texture took it anyway. She popped it into her mouth and almost spat it back out as the sensation hit her again. Deciding she needed to get used to this material if she was going to live here. she let it simply run through her  As the candy melted and  went down her throat she felt the warmth spread through her and her magic charged some as her body converted it to her own kind. She felt rather comforted for some reason. -swap to Lysandra. Her two researchers stood before her  "well? Do you have any ideas as to what powers her?" The older of the researchers stepped forward. "Closest thing to it I can think of is some old pony myths though she does not seem remotely as powerful as that." "and the stone?" Lysandra pressed  "Aside from the etchings in it it appears to be mostly composed of an augite crystal mix." short of chiseling into it about all I can tell you my queen." "What of the magic in the stone!?"  The second researcher stepped up  "It is indefinable same as the fillys own. It  appears far older however." "just.." Lysandra sighed, shaking her head some. "So we've had an old indescribable magic sitting in our backyard for God knows how long and it suddenly decides to do something, thankfully not bringing some at least immediate calamity. Who knows what that filly will become with age."  Lysandra chuckled darkly to herself, waving off the researchers. "I need a drink! And speak of this to no one else!" she stalked towards her wine cellar. She got a ping from her daughter who was curious about Texture.  Lysandra felt a moment of fear wash over her at the thought of the two meeting. "Patience, my daughter. Wait till I have a better grasp over IT," some of her concern slipped through at the very end. -back to Texture  The sensation had fully worn off by now she felt her magic reserves significantly more charged from it. She was now faced with a new feeling of boredom. She called out to the guard at her door "could I get a book or something? I'm quite bored here." She heard the guard grumbling to himself for a moment before he  responded. "Wait a bit, I'll ask someone to get you a bit of a variety, While you are deemed a guest the queen doesn't really want you walking around the hive yet." Texture softly sighed as she huddled herself back on her bed and proceeded to wait for a while. Eventually, a smaller male changling came in with a bunch of books held in his magic grasp "I brought you a large variety so you could see what interests you."  he kindly said to her as he piled them all beside her bed. She quietly thanked him as he left her chambers.  She quickly went to looking through the books. The one that caught her eye first was one more on the history/general knowledge of the hive. She opened it up and several hours disappeared to reading till she eventually found herself rather sleepy.