Chapter 88: I admire your ability to collect rocks even after failing five consecutive exams
Dubbie Kestovar had a rather unfortunate habit of getting swept up in random razzmatazz.
Once, she and her airhead brother spent an entire afternoon trying to catch a frog that had allegedly mastered teleportation (it hadn’t—it was just very good at jumping and Fabrisse kept sneezing). Another time, Tommaso roped in her and three other kids from their commune to help build a rudimentary wind-powered ice cream churn using only salvaged spell-cores and a stolen fan. They’d also once declared a ten-day “Research Expedition” into a nearby willow grove to determine if trees could, in fact, hold grudges. It was concluded that trees didn’t have emotions.
Today, she was dragging around a paper lantern tied to a stick with conjured twine, so her brother could throw rocks at it for ‘precision spell targeting.’
“Dubbie! Can you run faster?” Fabrisse shouted as he flung a rock at her. Right at that moment, a surge of wind swept over the valley and altered the pathway of the rock. It grazed the lantern’s bottom edge before bouncing off and landing in a clump of soggy pine needles.
“That was literally a perfect throw. It’s the wind,” Fabrisse muttered, already rummaging in his pouch for another.
| → Trajectory Curvature: Stable → Estimated Launch Velocity: 11.79 m/s (88% max) → Dipped mid-way to: 8.58 m/s (64% max) → Accuracy Deviation: ±22.7%
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