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.
Nod. She dismisses the illusion and does one with a piece of metal changing shape in her hands.
"So making new material is a bigger deal than just molding something. All right. What can you do in general terms - I'm wondering if you can season the rainforest -"
"The places on Amenta where people like to live have four seasons every year. The equator and the poles don't. If people try to live there, their hormones do unpleasant things."
"Well, you're aliens," he says, "it stands to reason that not everyone would evolve the same way. But we're very crowded and have some uninhabited rainforest."
"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 -"