Why is my mom looking at me like that?
Okay, you need some context first. Today, I finished my studies, language studies. And I've decided to get a bit more information on this language.
My whole reading skill isn't THAT great yet, yes, but I'm gonna go in the library, get my new image book. Maybe steal more books if I can.
And then! When I'm at it, I'm gonna put my most innocent face on and try to get information on magic.
On the thing I'm feeling coursing through my veins like this.
I'm sure what I'm doing is magic.
I'M SURRRRE there's a problem with my mana or whatever the fuck this world have.
I hope they're advanced enough for people to know about it, would love to get an anatomy book or something. Maybe what I have is a common condition and I could figure out how to take care of it?
Also, I puked water.
And even if I'm still scared of trying it again, because...of the torture part.
Well, I'm not scared enough to get information about people doing magic, because this shit was magic, don't even act like it wasn't, it was magic for sure.
In any case.
That's why this morning.
I got up from my new bed. New bed I put back a long time ago when everything dried up.
And directly did a small workout, I didn't used the flow because I wouldn't even be able to wriggle on the ground after a workout with the flow.
Last time I tried to workout with the flow, I couldn't move my arms.
But since I was curious about how my body would react if I did the flow again, AFTER that, I started meditating again and my body started moving like around like a larva
And it works. So I usually train with the flow everyday and just move like a larva after before I recover enough to stand and continue my flow practice, but now, while standing.
Funnily enough, my body likes it when I'm exhausted, this I know already, but apparently the flow likes it too, or don't stop me from getting exhausted at least.
Guess it makes sense since the flow is just my body, me listening to my body, body that likes being exhausted.
But whatever. Since I need to do something today, I won't workout with the flow.
Instead, I just do a small workout.
After this small workout I put on a new set of clothes, my socks, my boots, my cloak. And I hide my key and my image book on the inside pockets of said cloak.
When this was done. I had a single goal in my mind. Time to go to the library!
But before that, of course. I took a deeeeeeep breath, one breath. Closed my eyes, focused on my pain, on my shifting pain.
I noticed that working on the flow with different level of pains really improved my control over the flow.
That's probably why I finally can walk around and live my normal life while doing the flow.
So that's what I do.
I focus. Make sure I can hear the pain through my body, make sure I can feel the way my body reacts to said pain.
And I hold it.
I hold this feeling tight.
Open my eyes, and when holding this feeling and spreading it through every part of my body, I went out of my room.
My feet slid on the ground, weirdly enough. I didn't focus much on it, more focused on keeping the feeling alive. But I did notice that I barely made any sound while walking.
Well, it's not like I didn't made ANY sound, it's just a...different sound than usual.
When I opened the door, before even thinking about it, my entire body pressed itself against the door, my foot bracked itself beneath the opening under the door.
And I opened the door, in one smooth push.
My right foot pushing the door slightly up and making sure no sound comes from my usually creaky door.
Damn I'm like a ninja. Still makes some sound, but one day I'll be even sneakier, believe it.
With a twirl on myself, barely a moment later, the door is closed behind me. And I'm back first in front of my door room.
Now that was smooth.
At the same moment I leave, pure coincidence, my mom comes back from...whatever she did tonight, opening the front door pretty loudly, and closing the door behind.
Her eyes roam around the room for a while. She looks a bit tired and out of it. She looks at her left, at the wall, then let her vision passes over me.
And for two good seconds she looks at me. Blink three fucking times, then she rubs her eyes and finish her path, she looks at the table, the couch, the kitchen, and then her own room.
Uh...why did she looked at me like that?
Before I can say anything, she muffles a yawn beneath her fist, and start moving toward her room.
No hello?
I take a step, focusing on the feeling, on the flow. I take another step, and another, sliding forward as she does a beeline to her room.
She's...tired I guess?
Well, guess I'll just wish her goodnight.
"Sleep well mom"
"ZGZUWHD-!"
I jolt back. The feeling I was trying to keep in check, the flow, fadding away the second I see my mom jolt back and scream like she heard a ghost.
She has her shoulder against the door right now, and she's looking at me. Straight at me. Her face is pale, but a second later she blinks it off and walk toward me.
Looking at my...baby form, leaning back from her in...well shock, but it may looks like fear to her. Who knows.
"Oh, I'm sorry baby, I didn't see you, everything is fine"
She gets closer to me, and seeing what she's going for I give the poor woman a hug. For twenty good seconds she babies me, and I kinda want to run away, still an adult.
But then I remember the night of my second birthday and just give her that hug.
"That's fine mom, that's fine, go to sleep now"
I grab her hands, trying to remove them from me and pull her away, to her own room.
"Aren't you hungry fi-!"
"No I'm not, I'm gonna go play in the rain, now you sleep"
She resists a bit. Just a bit, but after a while she almost goes limp and follow my lead while I guide her to her room. She yawns three more time while looking at me.
And soon enough, I manage to pull her inside her room while she keeps saying some stuff like
"Be careful outside"
Or
"Do you have your key?"
Basic mother talk that I deflect with a skill a baby like me shouldn't have.
After two good minutes. She's finally in her bed, and I'm finally alone. In the living room, her bedroom door closed.
Well.
That was weird.
Not the son-mother interaction, no, even if I would love less physical affection and babying. Still. I wasn't talking about this.
I was talking about...the sneaking around.
I'm pretty sure we held eye contact...
Weird.
Well, I guess she was just tired.
Satfisied with this explanation. I take a deep breath, close my eyes, and focus on the pain in my body.
I feel the pain, the flow, the threads, flowing everywhere in my body. I feel the way my body want to expand, like a balloon, I feel the pain, and I feel the way my body reacts to the pain.
I follow the movements.
I grab this feeling.
Focus.
And open my eyes again, when they are open, they're directly staring at the front door.
Which is weird because I wasn't standing this way.
And my hand is already digging inside my pocket for my key.
Which is weird because I wasn't doing this a second ago.
But I'm used to it.
After all, this kind of thing always happen while I'm in the flow.
Time to visit the library.