Finding Time

by Gentlemuffin


Chapter 1 (Prologue) - First Things First

Ineffectual.

That's what I'd call this place. Utterly ineffectual.

It serves it's purpose well enough, I suppose. She seems to like it here, and the scanners didn't detect any dangerous creatures in the vicinity. Except for that forest nearby. I might have to take a look into that soon. There might be some interesting specimens I can gather.

I've been here for a while now. I'm not really sure what to do next. I'm not even sure why this confounded contraption had brought us here in the first place. And what's worse is I can't get it to start back up! Truly, a stubborn thing! It must be the core again. I don't know why, but the system has been very faulty as of late. The Chameleon Circuit, in particular has been malfunctioning. How inconvenient..

And of all the places to wind up. The intellectual peak of which I can gain here is still primitive to say the least, and the natives are no more of a promise than that farmer girl the child seems to be fond of. If I have to eat one more apple, I assure her that I won't eat another after we leave. How ever she convinced the locals to simply let her trot off with a bushel is almost inconceivable. I don't suppose she stole, could she? No.. it would be unlike her.

I must find a way to repair the ship. I must! But these books are hardly of any use. Not to mention the supposed application of half of these spells are all muttled with all sorts of pretentious nonsense. If only I had a horn, I'd show these foals a thing or two..
Such a shame that one is so wasted on her. All the potential, with very little guidance. If it were my concern, I would like to have a talk with her instructor. She's obviously been trained, of that much is clear. But leaving it half-way. Irresponsible! Extraordinarily irresponsible.

Perhaps she can assist me?
No no no no, that's out of the question! We're already in dangerous waters as it is. We've maintained a credible degree of anonymity so far, and I intend to keep it. Entrusting our lives to a complete stranger... I'm surprised I even considered it.

Still, if she could manage something like this: A library in a tree... astonishing.
And the tree seems to be intact. Why... it's as if the tree itself is allowing her to live inside of it...

'Moderated Sentience'
Fascinating, very fascinating. I wonder if I can apply that sort of magic with the core.

But how?