There was one distraction that I couldn't quite get away from. My link to my glove was still active. It wasn't distracting or detrimental in any way, but I was aware of it through whatever insane effect connected us. As such I could follow Tetra's progress in her pursuit of magitech knowledge.
It was actually a natural avenue for her to pursue, particularly with the skills she'd developed through the Mecha games. Now that she had an internal reserve of magic she had a power source to draw upon other than her own reserves. Given the difficulty she had when it came to retaining energy this provided a natural power source that wouldn't impact her in an adverse fashion. Developing the ability to use magic would be a significant undertaking, but emulating machinery came naturally to life fibers. Tetra could just transform into any device she needed, link to her sources of magical energy, and be ready to go.
At least in theory. Magitech was complicated enough that I had barely scratched the surface of it. Outside of extremely basic applications it was a mostly untapped field, but that wasn't stopping Tetra. She was doing everything she could to absorb magitech information from both the laboratory and my assorted databases.
Given the fact that she was looking after the Avid Glove and drawing power from it I kind of expected her to carry it with her while working through computer systems or examining examples of technology. That just showed how badly I underestimated Tetra. Tetra wasn't running through the magitech lab or curled up at a console. She was spread through the entire facility, digging into every machine and terminal with reckless abandon.
When I say spread I mean that literally. Tetra had shifted back from her zoanthrope form into her cocoon and then unraveled through the entire magitech laboratory, covering the place in glowing red spiderwebs that worked their way into machinery or interfaced directly with computer systems. Through the crimson netting a green leather glove happily scurried along fibers that lit up under its fingers, bouncing between tangles of life fibers and research equipment like Tarzan through a jungle of glowing bloody vines.
I didn't want to criticize Tetra's efficiency or initiative, but it was exactly the kind of display that would raise significant concerns if the wrong person happened upon it.
