Ren watched the light of the twelve moons filter through the dormitory window as he took advantage of the relatively rare celestial alignment to prepare some crystals. His mushrooms pulsed gently, emitting a glow that rivaled the natural radiance of the night sky.
The day had been exhausting, especially considering all the questions he'd fielded about the situation with the noble cousins, a situation which seemed to be relaxing very slowly.
The rumors about his "kidnapping" of Larissa were gradually being replaced by new gossip, but the incident still earned him curious glances in the hallways.
His thoughts, however, were far from the academy.
They drifted to the small rented house where his parents, Reed and Fern, would probably be sleeping after a long day working in the kitchens. The image of them, exhausted but determined, faithfully following the ritual he had taught them, made his heart constrict.
He could almost smell the spices that would cling to their clothes, see the flour dusting his father's forearms.
"They should be receiving the first benefits by now," he thought, mentally calculating the days that had passed. "The change should be subtle but perceptible at this point."
He ran his fingers over a crystal, feeling its cool surface warm at his touch. The worry about his parents' financial situation gnawed at him more than he let others see. The rent as an extra expense would barely allow them to subsist.
An idea began to form in his mind, crystallizing like the formations he studied in the mines.
"The noble girls," he murmured to himself, remembering something they had mentioned casually.
Wealthy people were known to have transport services for sending crystals to distant places in the city when conducting business. They even had specially trained birds for delivering urgent messages. Perhaps, although they might charge him a considerable amount, it would be worth it now that he had resources.
"I could ask Larissa or Liora to explain how it works," he reflected, feeling the idea gaining strength. The more he considered it, the more obvious the solution seemed.
If he waited until the end of the semester, he could send a substantial portion of his final doubled prize to his parents. An amount that would immediately relieve any financial pressure they faced.
"Of course! Why didn't I think of this before?"
For Ren, the concept of sending letters or resources over distances was completely foreign to his everyday experience. Having lived his entire life in the only city he had contact with, and with the neighboring city as an enemy, like most, he'd never had reason to consider communication or resource transport beyond urban limits.
The magic of contracted beasts facilitated water collection and mass food production in small spaces, eliminating the need for large external cultivation fields.
For this same reason, letters or transport were tools almost exclusively used by spies or businesspeople who needed to communicate quickly between the city's extremes or between the only two cities in the world.
But he remembered Larissa mentioning something about these letters a few days earlier.
Liora had been asking Larissa about a letter that had fallen from Luna's bag, which she had hurriedly picked up, almost in panic. The exchange had been brief but sufficient to remind Ren of the existence of these services, which he'd first heard about from Han, who used them to communicate with his sister somewhere.
Ren nodded to himself, decided.
He would consult with the noble girls about the possibilities of distant transport and messaging. With what he had earned in the expedition, plus what he would receive at the end of the semester, he could send a significant amount to his parents.
A thunderous snore interrupted his musings. Min, as usual, was sleeping deeply in his bed, his body sprawled across the mattress as if trying to occupy as much space as possible. His snake coiled to his side and his amphibian sprawled peacefully above his pillow, nearly invisible in the dim light.
Taro, however, was still awake, meticulously reorganizing his battle notes for the next day.
Liu, from his bed by the other window, observed the night sky with a thoughtful expression, his banshee hyena was curled at his feet while his bat was hanging from the ceiling.
"Can't sleep?" Liu asked quietly, subtly activating his sound control so their conversation wouldn't disturb Min.
Ren sighed slightly.
"Just thinking."
"Worried about the final battles?" Liu inquired, studying Ren's expression with the increased perception his bat granted him.
Ren shook his head, his mushrooms pulsing with quiet confidence.
"Not really. The stone lurker's evolution is just a bigger stone for the exam, one three meters tall, but a stone in the end. They didn't feed them any special minerals or allow them to cultivate their development at this level," he explained calmly. "If they give them the same daily amount of crystals in this mana-poor environment as Yang explained to us, then the best they can do is stay alive. They'll never evolve since they're not destined for higher classes…"
"Receive me as... the tournament champion..." Min mumbled between dreams, turning in his bed and hugging his snake as if it were a trophy, interrupting Liu who had just opened his mouth to say something. frёeweɓηovel.coɱ
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