cumulonimbus | barometric pressure

Her name's Isabella, and she prefers Bella, and she's called Stormy.

She has never slept through a stormy night since she was a baby. Till she was seven her mother thought she was scared; her mother reassured her that the thunder couldn't get her, her mother told her over and over that it was just a sound and she should try to sleep. Bella told her she was wrong, but Ranae thought she was just putting on a brave face, denying fear so she wouldn't look babyish.

When she is seven she drags her mattress out the back door in the middle of a stormy night, flops onto it in the rain, and sleeps like a log in the pouring storm, and after that her mother realizes what is really going on in her head when she tells them storms don't scare her.

The mattress is ruined. Ranae replaces it. That one is destroyed the next time Bella is left unsupervised during rough nighttime weather.

Ranae gets her a hammock.

When Bella is eight she learns to really touch the weather, not just with her skin but with her self. It's delicious. She can't do it all day, so she still plays and goes to school and sleeps and eats and writes and reads books - but she does it a lot. Stolen moments, here and there, where she can feel the raindrops and the air - she can reach farther and touch the clouds - she can skim the tops of the clouds and the dry rarefied winds above them - she can reach farther and farther, grab shards of sunlight -

Sometimes it is a little hard to come back, but she gets tired if she stays out too long.

She can change stuff she touches. She can "breathe", and the wind will swirl this way or that. She feels like she is the sky, sometimes, when she's in deep, and the sky-self is even clumsier and harder to control than her regular body, but she can move it if she tries. (This is also tiring, but she gets better and better with practice.)

By the time she is nine, weather happens around her all the time. It's mostly humidity, and temperature - the air is dry when she's happy, wet when she's sad, hot when she's angry, cold when she's calm. But sometimes rain comes to comfort her - even indoors - sometimes winds kick up and break Ranae's good china, sometimes there are tiny playful bolts of lightning, and they seem to like Bella, but just as though they were badly trained puppies that doesn't mean they won't bite other people.

Of course Ranae takes her to a magic-checker. But the magic-checker insists on doing his tests indoors, in a nasty stuffy room, and no weather to touch at all (there's barely oxygen), and Bella is unhappy and nothing happens because the air is behaving in a very unskylike way. The tests all turn up negative. Bella goes home. Ranae writes it off as "just one of those things", though when prompted for a list of those things, she cannot produce one.

Bella plays with the sky. Work small, be big. Feel small, think big. She makes tiny little breaths, because they're easier to control; but she inhabits the biggest storms that she can, stretching miles across and miles high, a billion drops of rain. She sinks deep into the tiniest snowflake crystals and puffs of air and beams of sun to feel how they work; but she imagines being the whole sky, over the whole world, and dancing.

By the time Bella is ten, she no longer makes indoor weather unless she chooses to. (It is always very dry where she keeps her notebooks.) It rains in the vicinity of Firebird City exactly twice weekly, as more would harm local flora, but when it does rain it's usually a doozy, intense thunder that shakes the windows, lightning that crackles between the clouds. Sometimes she calls down just a little bit of lightning, when Ranae's not looking, and it touches her outstretched hand, and she feels all aglow and invigorated, like instead of being the sky the sky is being her.

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From:

cumulonimbus

"I've had indoor weather happen sometimes. I don't anymore, though."

From:

nonbird

"That's good, if it means you learned to stop doing it on your own."

From:

cumulonimbus

"I didn't like having to keep my notebooks boxed up, or breaking the plates. And nobody else likes lightning up close."

From:

allthebrightest

"No kidding," mutters Niva.

Edited Date: 2014-05-10 10:14 pm (UTC)

From:

cumulonimbus

"...If you ever have lightning around that you don't want you can just give it to me, if you can?" offers Stormy tentatively.

From:

allthebrightest

"...I'm not sure I know how to give lightning to people," says Niva. "But if I could, definitely."

From:

cumulonimbus

Stormy smiles at her tentatively.

From:

allthebrightest

Niva smiles back.

From:

ignorable

Someone quietly comes in the front door of the cottage.

From:

nonbird

"Hello, Sedge! How was the Hub?"

From:

ignorable

"Tall and pointy."

From:

cumulonimbus

"What is it besides that?"

From:

nonbird

"It's the building in the very centre of Winding Circle, where food is cooked and magic is done!"

From:

cumulonimbus

"Is the magic mostly done to the food or do you mean something else?" (She takes a second helping.)

From:

nonbird

"The magic is mostly not done to the food. It's just convenient for all the food to come from the middle, so no one has to go farther than halfway across the circle to get it, and for similar reasons it's convenient to do some kinds of magic there."

From:

ignorable

"Earthquake protections, for example."

From:

cumulonimbus

"Oh. Magic is often round?"

From:

ignorable

"You could say that," says Sedge.

From:

nonbird

"It's commonly easier, more with some kinds of magic than others, to do magic to a large area when you are in the middle of it. And the middles of round things are more middley than the middles of, say, squares. In a square, parts of the edge are closer to the middle than the corners are. Winding Circle is very conveniently round, so the Hub is an excellent place to do things that benefit from middleness. Like earthquake protections, which is what Sedge was just renewing."

From:

cumulonimbus

Stormy nods. "I'm usually round parts of sky. Sometimes I sort of lean if I'm following something, but mostly it's just a ways in all directions from wherever I am."

From:

nonbird

"That makes sense."

From:

cumulonimbus

"If I go really high it's kind of a dome, actually."

From:

nonbird

"That also makes sense! Even people who aren't the sky can usually go a ways in any direction from wherever they are, looking at things that are their magic."