Story 6. Powersuit (part one).
"And what now, Spellbinder?"
"Nothing, in the morning I will take new power stones and leave these two for a charging. And before that we are to have a supper".
Gryvon, sad at first, took heart and tried to keep up with Ashka who had always been some steps ahead. It was almost evening, they went to the Spellbinder's room but then the Eyestone she was holding started:
"Ashka, this is Lans. Come to the garden, please, I need to talk to you".
"Is it so urgent?" – the girl asked, getting a better grip on the powersuit.
"Yes, very urgent".
Spellbinder sighed.
"All right, I'll be there soon, - with these words she closed the Eyestone and turned to Gryvon, - take the powersuit to my room".
"Me?" – the boy asked in surprise.
"Do I have some other Apprentices? – Ashka rolled her eyes. - Yes, you. Take them and put on the hanger in the wall carefully. And order to the servants to bring the supper. And Gryvon, - she stopped the boy, catching his sleeve, - if you damage a single wire…"
"I got it, Spellbinder, - bowing, Gryvon ran to the castle doors. He was very surprised, but it was a pleasant surprise, caused by the trust situation he faced so suddenly. During the previous three years he had lived in the castle Ashka had never permitted him to touch her powersuit. Not even touch – she never allowed him to come too close to them. And now – such a smile of fortune, such a "promotion". Not just to come closer, not just to touch, but to bring to her room! There was a reason to be happy.
But Gryvon was happy as long as he moved upstairs, because then he realized he was holding something extremely heavy. Holly Regents, how much does the powersuit has in weight! And how is one able to wear them? Aged Spellbinders, he saw in the castle every day, didn't bother Gryvon. Most of them were tall strong men; the boy was sure, even with no powersuits they could make the Marauders feel scared. But women! But Ashka! Without the powersuit, in a black habit and a red tunic, belted on a slender waist, she seemed not just graceful. She seemed too fragile for such a weight. However, the Spellbinder was able not just move freely in the powersuit, but to run through the forest quickly, to rush up- or downstairs in the castle and to ride a horse like it took no efforts at all. How could she do all this?
Looking at the arrogantly shining copper bracelets, Gryvon realized he had to learn and learn in order to achieve such results…