Orion made it approximately forty feet before Voss fell into step beside him.
Not behind him. Beside him. At the sa pace, sa stride length, with the particular confidence of soone who’d decided a conversation was happening and was simply waiting for the other party to acknowledge it.
Luna’s arm tightened on his.
Orion kept walking. "You’re following ."
"Walking the sa direction," Voss said.
"Are you."
"Probably not," Voss admitted. "But I’d like to talk."
Orion considered that for a few steps. The training ground was behind them now, the sounds of the remaining siblings doing whatever they were doing fading into the general estate noise. The path ahead branched. Left went back toward the main mansion. Right went toward the outer grounds and eventually his manor.
He went right.
Voss went right.
"Alright," Orion said. "Talk."
Voss was quiet for a mont in the way that ant he was deciding where to start rather than deciding whether to start. "How long have you been able to use Shadow Step."
"Few days."
"You learned a displacent skill in a few days."
"Copied it," Orion said. "Different thing."
"Copied it from who."
"Does it matter."
Voss looked at him sideways. He had steady eyes. The kind that were used to watching things. "It matters because Shadow Step is a movent skill tied to mana signature. Copying it requires either an ability specifically designed for replication or a compatible core attribute. Neither of which is common."
Orion said nothing just looking.
"The way you used it against the serpent," Voss continued. "That wasn’t textbook displacent. You went toward the threat. Inside the strike arc." A pause. "That’s not a skill thing. That’s crazy"
"You’re observant," Orion said.
"That’s what I’m here for."
"You said you’re here on behalf of the Voss family. Contract arrangent with the Ashbournes."
"Correct."
"What kind of contract."
Voss was quiet for a mont. "Resource and information exchange. My family provides certain services. The Ashbournes provide certain protections."
"And Seth arranged your presence at this gathering."
"Seth requested my presence," Voss said, with a very specific emphasis on the Seth
Orion looked at him properly for the first ti since they’d started walking. He was doing sothing with his face that was technically neutral but had a quality of expectation behind it, like soone who’d asked a question by not asking it and was waiting to see if the other person was sharp enough to hear it.
"Seth wanted you to evaluate ," Orion said.
"Seth wanted to evaluate the everything," Voss corrected. "Which includes you."
"And what did you conclude."
Voss stopped walking.
Orion stopped a step later. Turned back.
Voss was looking at him with both eyes fully forward, the performance of not-quite-paying-attention dropped completely. "I concluded that Seth Ashbourne invited here to confirm that his younger brother was manageable. That the sudden ergence of an Elite ranked summon was a lucky accident and the person holding the contract was still the sa failure everyone assud." He paused. "And that assessnt is wrong, very wrong!."
Luna made a sound that was not a purr and not a ow but sothing in between, a vibration that sat in her chest frequency of sothing, with her good instincts deciding whether the thing in front of it was prey or peer.
"What are you actually here for," Orion said.
"What I told you. Observation." Voss held his gaze. "But the question of what I do with what I observe is mine to answer, not Seth’s."
"You work for your family."
"My family works with families. We don’t work with only yours ." That distinctionwas apparently important to him. "There’s a difference between a contract and a leash."
Orion kept looking at him studying him.
The passive skill was running quietly in the background doing what it did and what it was giving him about Voss was not threat exactly but weight. The kind of weight that ca from soone carrying information they hadn’t deployed yet. Sothing specific. Sothing he’d decided was relevant and was working out whether to use.
"Say what you actually ca to say," Orion said.
Sothing in Voss’s expression shifted. Respect, maybe. The kind given to soone who skipped the formalities and got to the point.
"The elders," Voss said. "The two that were watching from the window when you returned from the library yesterday."
Orion went still.
"Elder Harwick and Elder Crane," Voss continued. "Harwick controls resource allocation within the family. Crane manages external relationships. Between them they have significant influence over the selection trial’s structure and the events around it."
"And they’re planning sothing."
"I don’t know specifics," Voss said. "But I know they had a eting this morning that wasn’t on the official schedule and Crane made an external communication afterward. To soone outside the estate." He paused. "Outside the city."
Soone outside the city.
Orion thought about that. An accident during the trial. That had been the word choice, according to his passive skill’s mory of the conversation fragnt it had filed three days ago. An accident. The kind of thing that required staging. The kind of staging that might benefit from outside participants.
"Why are you telling this," Orion said.
"Because my family’s interests don’t align with making talented people disappear before they beco useful," Voss said simply. "Seth is very predictable, not that smart. You’re," he paused, "less predictable."
"So this is an investnt."
"Call it an early introduction."
Luna leaned forward from Orion’s arm and looked at Voss with her silver eye focusing on him, doing a complete assessnt.
" Purrr Master," Luna said without looking away from Voss. "He’s telling the truth."
"I know," Orion said.
Voss looked at Luna. Then back at Orion. "She can tell."
"Well she’s smart" Orion said. "She reads things."
"...tasty." Voss looked at Orion with a shockd expression,what’s this boy saying?
He looked at Voss for a mont longer. "I’m not going to make you any promises right now."
"I’m not asking for any."
"But I’m not ignoring what you said either." What do you an I look like foody?
"The external communication went north. Past the city limits. If I find out more I’ll send word."
"How."
Voss reached into his jacket and produced a small flat disc. Dark stone. A symbol carved into one face.
Orion looked at it.
Looked at Voss.
"Communication token," Voss said. "Press your mana into it and I’ll know you’ve received a ssage."
Orion took it. Turned it over. Different symbol from the one in the hidden room but the sa category of object, a mana-linked communication tool. He pocketed it.
"Could I ask a question?," he said.
Voss waited.
"Your summon. Diamond ranked."
"Yes."
"You’re what, eighteen?"
" Nahh Nineteen."
"Diamond ranked at nineteen and you’re running information for other families." He said it without being judgental.
A funny expression crossed Voss’s face that was gone before it fully ford. "Everyone serves sothing," he said. "The question is whether you chose it."
Then he turned and walked back toward the main estate.
Orion watched him go.
Luna pressed her chin to his shoulder. "I don’t like him," she said.
"You don’t like anyone."
You only like , don’t you Luna?"
"I don’t like him in a different way than I don’t like others."
"aning."
"He’s smart," she said, like it was a complaint. "Smart people are moves funny."
"You just said he was telling the truth."
"He was telling a truth not the truth," she said. "Not all of it were true."wait a minute did you think everything he said was true ?.Luna said laughing.
Orion pocketed the communication disc and started walking again. "Yeah. I know."
The rest of the afternoon he spent in his room with the door closed and the Sovereignty of Self open on the desk and the status screen pulled up beside it for reference. Luna was in cat form on the windowsill, doing her periodic surveillance of the grounds that she’d apparently decided was her personal responsibility.
He spent an hour on Stage One cultivation.
Not just the passive following-the-current thing from the morning. The book had a second component. Active circulation. Once you could feel the natural direction of the Sovereign mana flow, the next step was introducing deliberate intent into it. Not forcing it. Not redirecting it. Just adding intent to the existing current, like putting your hand in a river and letting the water flow through your fingers rather than against them.
It was harder than it sounded.
Every ti he introduced conscious control the natural flow stuttered slightly, reacting to the intervention, and he had to back the intent off until it settled and then try again with lighter touch. Like trying to add color to water without disturbing the surface.
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