Free Hyllis Family Story 1: Telekinetic by Laurence E Dahners Page A

list for the morning’s shopping.
    At one point Tarc remembered that he should take a fresh look at Daussie. She was chattering to Eva and he wasn’t really listening, so he studied her for a minute. Somehow, while he hadn’t really been paying attention, she’d gotten to be nearly as tall as he was. Though the man had called her blond, and in his recollection her hair had been pale gold, Tarc didn’t think her hair was really blonde anymore. He guessed you’d call it ‘dark blonde,’ or light brunette. It hung gloriously down her back in gentle waves. Her eyes had always been blue, but now he noticed just how arresting that brilliant blue appeared. Her face was evenly symmetrical, her complexion smooth, and her teeth surprisingly white. She’d always been a stick in the past, but now was developing some hips below a very slender waist. He recognized with some horror that his sister had grown boobs .
    How could this have happened without his notice?! She wasn’t just pretty, she was… gorgeous. He thought that he should be proud of her looks, but somehow, instead, he felt… embarrassed.
     
    Daussie went up to bed.
    Eva usually went up about the same time as Daussie, but this night she stayed down with Tarc for a while. She talked to him about the general principles of being a healer and what she thought he might be able to do with his talent. She kept telling him about more and more things he should be reading in their little library of books. The number of things she told him to read made him feel anxious. He felt like all the assignments would soon bury him.
    After Eva had gone up, Tarc went out to check on the stables. They had a few guests staying in their rooms who had horses out there. The horses seemed fine and when he got back in the big room things seemed pretty quiet. There were just a few people left drinking at the bar so Tarc’s dad told him to go up and do some reading before he went to sleep.
    It s eemed like everybody thought he should do more reading. It would’ve been more irritating except he actually liked learning about anatomy.
     
     

Chapter Three
     
    Over the next few days, any time Tarc was working outside he picked up some pebbles and threw them. Hitting that post while riding back from the store hadn’t been a fluke. His talent seemed to be getting stronger, making significant corrections in the flight of the stones out to 10 to 15 feet. He could even correct somewhat for the distance it was going to travel and how far it was going to fall in transit. This meant his throws were incredibly accurate, although if a gust of wind deflected the pebble after it had already traveled a long distance, he could no longer put it back on target.
    At first he was pretty excited about his ability to hit pretty much anything he wanted to. Then he started to realize that, while he could hit almost anything with a little pebble, it was harder to correct the aim of something bigger. Just like he couldn’t push a big rock hard enough to move it with his ghost, he couldn’t deflect a medium rock very much while it was flying through the air.
    So, while he’d been thinking at first that he had just become a dangerous man with a thrown rock, he started to realize he wasn’t all that fearsome. If say, one of those strangers in the tavern pissed Tarc off; he’d be able to hit them accurately with a pebble, but it wouldn’t hurt them much. Or, he could throw a big rock at the guy, but then he still had a pretty good chance of missing.
    He resolved to keep exercising his ghost in the hopes that he would be able to move heavier things and control the flight of bigger stones. He frequently kept pebbles floating above the floorboards of the wagon as he drove it around, or lifted the end of his leather strap when he was hauling wood to the kitchen. As the days passed he could tell that he was able to lift larger stones, so he felt like the exercise was effective.
    Then one day, as he pulled up behind