6.68 - Best Left Where They Are
Theo didn’t tell Tresk the ‘fun’ news yet. He had spent the rest of his day monitoring the stills in the metal cube and checking on people in town. Although they had lost access to the aligned metals in the mine, the extraction of the mythril was going well. The miners weren’t disturbing the beast that lived underground, and Nira was smelting all the new nuggets with joy. Ziz didn’t even wait for anyone’s approval to start work on paving the entire damn region. By the time Theo sat down for dinner, they had a few buildings constructed along the road heading north.
Theo and Tresk now stood in the Dreamwalk, looking over an imagined Tero’gal. The alchemist had waited for this moment to create a moon in the sky. “So, we have a job to do.”
“What?” Tresk asked. He felt her sense brush his mind. “I get to name a moon!?”
“You get to form a moon,” Theo corrected. “I already have a name.”
“Your name is lame.”
“It has significance,” Theo said, brushing his own senses against his companion’s mind. Tresk knew exactly what to do to make her moon and it wasn’t hard. They wouldn’t even need to split the thrones, only create a remote link between them. Since their connection was so strong, that part wouldn’t even be hard. “The hardest part is going to be getting Fenian to make his world.”
“Hmmm. A world filled with half-naked elven women and constant battle,” Tresk said, nodding. She imagined a long beard and mustache on her face. For some reason, the Dreamwalk accepted it, allowing her to stroke it like some old sage. “Very curious.”
“I can’t wait to see Elven Hottie World,” Theo said, shaking his head. “Not really. I just want another planet, just in case.”
“Three worlds are better than two, huh? Oh, what’s this I see in your little demon brain? We need the favor of the gods to move our alliance to the heavens?” Tresk snorted, blowing raspberries after. “Screw them.”