[LMB] TSK - The Search Goes On
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Fri Aug 2 09:22:06 BST 2019
Barr starts searching. We also get some nice detail of him setting up camp
for the night (Basically you get off the horse.) He spends far more time on
horse care than he does making himself comfortable; Barr sees farmers as
living a very tough life, but there's more comforts, too.
He also reads the letter Fid wrote to Lily - fair enough, if it was nasty he
wouldn't deliver it - but it's so loving and sweet. And no suggestion that
she's not Fid's child.
He picks up a trail; she stayed at a Bed and Breakfast along the way, using
a false name and fake backstory. She's a smooth liar, it seems - takes after
her real daddy. Not such a proud moment for him, really.
Barr meets up with another patroller, she's riding courier - and training
a walnutted farmer. She's not from his camp, but Barr's camp healer
taught her camp's healer how to make the walnuts. This is actually a
massive leap; it's not just coming from Dag and Arkady now, the idea is
spreading on its own. Farmers are joining patrols, slowly. The big leap
forward will be when the first and second wave go home again, seeding
so many Lakewalker-friendly settlements. The general suspicion Barr met
may one day dissipate more. And there'll be more people watching for
signs of malice blight, useful sets of eyes out there.
Another interesting thing is that she's heard of him. Barr is slightly famous,
as one of the participants in the bat-malice episode. The story is more
than a decade old now, and still sparks interest, and fame.
For us, Barr is the irritating twerp that Dag fished out of the river, who
grew up a lot along the trip, but had a long way to go. Barr has now
gone that distance; he's a seasoned patroller, he's far more mature and
sensible, and the search for Lily is another steep learning curve for him.
Barr is a long way from the abusive jerk he used to be. He's becoming
a good man, far more responsible than he used to be.
Oh yes, and the patroller did see Lily, but didn't register her as a farmer.
She thought Lily was a young Lakewalker with bad ground control. That's
a problem for later on, Barr has to find her first.
He finds her, she's camping by a creek. So, how does an adult male make
contact with a girl who's alone in the woods, without setting off all kinds
of nervous reactions? He'd expected to find her in a town, not out in the
middle of nowhere all alone. He gently expands his groundsense to
And she reacts to that mind-touch.
We're so not dealing with a farmer, here. Lily's Lakewalker side is far
stronger than Barr had expected, or hoped.
Lily is just about to leap on her horse and take off. And Barr senses the
horse as well; beguiled to the eyeballs. Ohhh Lily you're your father's child.
And her father's problem. She's full-on Lakewalker, despite all Barr's
hope that she'd stay a happy farmer girl.
Barr manages in a few sentences to use her name, Fid's, Meggie's, her
home, and to tell her they asked him to help find her. Getting it all out
fast to reassure her.
Interesting response: "My mother would never deal with a Lakewalker."
He's still trying to be reassuring. This is going to be difficult; he'd
considered using his Lakewalker powers to get her to go home, but
he'd never imagined that she'd SEE them coming. (Would it work
as well, or at all, if she knows what he's doing?)
There was no sign, no hint of her powers two years ago when he
left to go North. ... And NOW Barr remembers that his own powers
had come in a bit late, to the point that his family had been very
anxious about him. Maybe he should have remembered that a bit
earlier, like two years or so.
Barr tries to settle Lily's horse down a bit; she feels his groundwork.
So he tells her why she can feel it. She hadn't realised she had
Lakewalker senses. Or why.
Barr's comparing his raising with hers: growing up he knew what
to expect. Lily probably has less idea than most Farmers; chat about
Lakewalkers isn't encouraged in the Mason home.
Barr has a lot of fast talking to do.
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