He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
He's going to kill them they have to get away--
she commands it--
and then they are away and it occurs to her that she never specified where to. She slowly unclenches her arms from their death grip around her sister and looks around.
"Need understand seasons to know magic do, not-do. Need--" she does an illusion of snow-- "can do, need Amenta--" she makes an illusion of a random planet changing its axis of rotation-- "not do."
"- right, we don't want the entire planet changed. Weather doesn't have much to do with it, it's about latitude."
He nods. "Would it help to read an article about it or should we think of other ideas first?"
"--Words not--aliens or Amentans make words. Words not words, aliens or Amentans make words, no aliens, no Amentans, magic not words."
...the blues are confused.
"We could call the polymath to help with the language barrier," says Cadra.
"No, no, I think his sister's being courted by that idiot Admai -"
"Words not ideas, aliens Amentans make ideas words, magic not know ideas words, magic need Amentans ideas talk."
"I'm afraid I don't quite get the distinction but it's probably just a vocabulary problem..."