galvarelli/calvin-stuck-at-cave-2.txt
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Calvin wasn't sure how much time he'd spent in the cave.
Days at least.
The rock underneath him was peppered with spots of soil underneath the areas he'd sat as he'd practiced using the Meadowlark.
He'd even managed to create a few patches of grass, although never entirely intentionally.
Somehow he'd avoided running out of air, possibly because he'd occasionally touch that same vein of life and let it restore him.
Hopefully whatever supplied it wouldn't run out.
The Hierarchy's Practicants could use the Meadowlark to communicate remotely, at least as Calvin understood it.
Here, however, he heard nothing, not even the whisper of the herds of old.
And, even more surprisingly, not even the New Voice from the Witch.
The exercises in Yakaterina's book were simple, mostly breathing exercises.
It didn't seem to quite make sense how they were helping him use the Meadowlark at all, but Calvin supposed that was how this sort of esoteric knowledge went.
As long as it kept him alive, he'd have no problem with pushing forward.
The practice had certainly made a difference.
Each time, focussing on the smell of some grass or leaf and diving into his own breathing until he connected with the Meadowlark.
He could now control the warm energy that flowed from him, pushing it into the stone to try to weather it into soil.
And when he grew tired or felt the lack of food more acutely, he could pull warmth back from the soil again, turning it back into stone.
It still took a long time, but each time, it went slightly faster.
The training manual was all he had to help him.
The manual was growing less immediately useful, however.
Occasionally pages had images or diagrams, with instructions to study them, but none really seemed to relate to anything of immediate interest.
Pages on climate models and the structure of dirt. #http://www.froup.com/tr/tr.pl?1594
The dew/seed/bulk trichotomy of grass. #http://www.froup.com/tr/tr.pl?1593
These seemingly theoretical sections took more and more time to understand, and were little more than
Calvin read the book in short flashes, trying to stretch the torch's battery as long as possible.
Otherwise, he left the room pitch black.
The manual mentioned other books as sources of techniques of creating specific effects, and he assumed that one of those books would have a method of creating light.
But those books weren't with him, so Calvin just kept pushing on, trying to memorise the complicated diagrams in the brief flashes of light he allowed himself.