warm front

[cumulonimbus]

After Mathilde has left (and Stormy has her schedule for the next few days all written down), Stormy goes aprowl through the house again to make sure she's clear on the layout and see if anybody else wants to talk to her while she is still novel.

Comments

[cumulonimbus]

"Sort of. I can't just make water start existing, so if I want rain I have to find the water it's made of from somewhere, and they might have wanted it. So I want to learn enough and get enough range that I can tow clouds over floods to places where there are droughts."

[whipstitch]

"Yeah." He nods. "That does make sense. Good luck."

[cumulonimbus]

"Thanks!"

[whipstitch]

He smiles. He has a very happy smile.

[cumulonimbus]

"Before Mathilde gets me a big stack of books about the sky and before I have worked out how to make tiny weather for the tiny trees, what's there to do around here?" wonders Stormy.

[whipstitch]

"Well, if you like to cook you can help me and if you like to clean you can help Rahi and if you like plants you can help Rook and if you like languages you can learn some from me or Rook or Sedge. And you can talk to people. And there's books. Elyth and Rahi each have a bunch and they share if you ask nice, and you can get more from other places if you ask the adults."

[cumulonimbus]

"I can cook a little bit, enough to make sure Charlie doesn't burn things, but I don't know if I'd be much help to you. What languages do you know?"

[whipstitch]

"I speak Tradertalk and I'm learning Namornese from Sedge and Rook speaks about a million things and he teaches me bits and pieces sometimes. And I can curse in way more languages than I can speak properly, and sometimes I teach that stuff to Rook because he doesn't always know it all."

[cumulonimbus]

"Are you a Trader?" wonders Stormy. "Or do you just know the language?"

[whipstitch]

"I was born one," he says. "But then I ran away. So I can cook the food and I can speak the language but what I am is just - me."

[cumulonimbus]

"Oh."

[whipstitch]

He shrugs slightly. The spinning wheel continues to spin, slurping up fluff from his lap and turning it into thread.

[cumulonimbus]

"Do you not like talking about that?"

[whipstitch]

"As much as we've said is okay, but if you ask me a lot more about it I'll get sad."

[cumulonimbus]

"Okay." Stormy writes this down.

[whipstitch]

"Whatcha doing?" he asks, since he has to keep his eyes on his fluff as much as possible and her notebook is out of his line of sight that way.

[cumulonimbus]

"Making a note of that so I don't forget and accidentally make you sad."

[whipstitch]

"Aww, that's nice. Thanks."

[cumulonimbus]

"You're welcome," giggles Stormy.

[whipstitch]

He grins at his fluff.

[cumulonimbus]

"Is it hard to learn to do that for people who aren't thread mages, do you know?"

[whipstitch]

"I don't know. It was pretty easy for me, but that might be because I'm a thread mage. I've never been not a thread mage so I could check."

[cumulonimbus]

"Maybe your teacher knows. But she's probably a thread mage too, I guess, so maybe she'd only know if she's taught people who weren't."

[whipstitch]

"She probably has. There aren't that many thread mages. More than most other kinds of ambient magic, but still not so many that she could go her whole life only teaching spinning to people who have magic with it, I don't think."

[cumulonimbus]

"I think I should probably sometimes learn some things that aren't magic and weather or I will get really tired of them," explains Stormy, "so I'm trying to decide what things."