Legion of Dionysus

Chapter 8

Taehyung's voice fills the room and pulls me from my doldrums. "I'm also finished eating. Everleigh, would you like a tour of the house?"

Before I can answer his question he is already behind my chair pulling it back for me and offering a hand to help me up. I am not sure if he moved fast, or if I had just gotten mentally lost for a moment. I wouldn't be surprised if they all also had super speed to go along with everything else I found interesting about them.

When I reach up to take his hand that's when I realize that his scales aren't strictly reserved to his face. On the surface of each knuckle on the back of his hand I find more scales. There is even a small triangular pattern on the back of his wrist. I really shouldn't wonder where else he might have these scales at. Of course when that thought passes through my mind I am mentally picturing his naked silhouetted form. I force that mental train off its tracks before his conjured form can step from the shadows and into the light. I'm not ready to imagine way more of his tawny skin than what is available to my eyes right now.

He leads me down a hallway just past the kitchen. He doesn't open any of the doors and when he verbally explains of course I understand it. "The doors in this hallway lead to each of our bedrooms. Until we each straighten up it's probably not smart to take a tour of any of them quite yet."

I don't fight the smirk that grows on my face. "Who would you say keeps their room the tidiest?"

He thinks about it for a second. "Probably Hoseok. He doesn't appreciate messes at all. That's part of the reason our common areas are kept so clean."

I don't know what to make of that confession. But, I would be lying if I said that I had a preconception of who he would have admitted was the neat freak out of the seven of them. I've only known them for hours at most, so I don't have a lot of information I could have based my guess on. Be honest. The reason you keep turning this over in your head is because you want to know more about them. I mentally smile at myself and essentially offer myself a mental pat on the back, at least my subconscious has the ability to point out when I should simply be honest with myself.

Next he leads me to a small adjacent hallway. "We each have our own bathroom, but there is also a small bathroom past this door. He indicates the one on the left, and you will find our laundry room on the right."

"Wait. You have a washer and dryer? Does that mean you don't magically clean your clothing?" I ask curiously. Shouldn't I be asking instead how electricity is able to work here at all?

"We can magically create ourselves new clothing if for some reason what we are currently wearing gets soiled, but we only use that type of magic in dire cases. There is no point in wasting our mana pool when we might need it to protect ourselves." He stoically explains. His next statement answers my own mental reverie regarding electricity. At least it sort of does anyway. "And the washer and dryer work off of magic instead of electricity. Our homestead is built on a ley line convergence point so anything inside of it requiring magic is powered by that limitless mana pool rather than our own."

I've heard several mentions of ley lines in a plethora of different magical and supernatural movies and television shows in the past. It might help me understand the concept a little bit, but I still have a slew of questions regarding all of it. The easiest one to ask though has to do with his reference to their personal mana pool. "Does that mean your magic is finite?"

"We have a limited gauge on how much magic we can do per day. Of course bigger spells cost more magic, or mana, to cast. We could always replenish said mana by resting, but when we are in the field there isn't really a lot of opportunity to rest."