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One of the most awkward things about being the leader of the host is that Isabella has to issue assignments to people who are or have been in positions of authority over her. Delilah knows enough about what needs doing to keep herself occupied with useful errands when she isn't explicitly enjoying her retirement, but Rinnah is another story; she doesn't quite grasp that sometimes her daughter wants to talk to her for non-social reasons, might really just mean to talk to her to send her a hundred miles west and pray for rain.
This is how Rinnah winds up with the privilege of taking her eldest granddaughter on her first weather intercession.
(Rinnah was told about magic and worlds and Jovah a month prior, and absorbed all this information with admirable calmness, and proceeded to behave as though none of it makes a whit of difference - which Isabella has not prodded at, since of course this is optimal for secrecy.)
Rinnah knocks on Damaris's door, in her flying leathers, grinning from ear to ear.
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"Hello, Damaris! We're going to go to the coast and bring down some rain."
"Get in your leathers, and we will go pack little snacks and go," beams Rinnah.
Rinnah takes her to the kitchens, and they get little bags of dried fruit and nuts, and then off they go! Rinnah keeps to Damaris's flight pace and leads the way. "I remember my first intercession! I had to calm wind near Semorrah," says Rinnah nostalgically.
"It was!" agrees Rinnah. "A little more than forty years ago. I was your age, maybe a little older, and I went with my father."
"I was twelve!" returns Rinnah. "I was even younger than that, before I was twelve!"
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"You were noooot, you're older than Mom and Mom is older than me and I'm twelve," says Damaris, "you were twelve so long ago it barely even happened!"
"Things that happened a long time ago still happened, dear one," laughs Rinnah.
"One day you will be my age and you will tell your grandchild about this day, and he or she will not believe that you were ever twelve," Rinnah declares.
"Do you want to be twelve forever?" inquires Rinnah.
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"No-o. But I'm not sure I want to be forty and have grandchildren either," she says consideringly. "How old is Mom? Maybe I'll get to be that age and then stop."
"She's thirty-two. Although she doesn't look it; she looks at least five years younger than that."
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"Then I will grow up until I am five years less than thirty-two and be that old forever," Damaris says firmly.
"You might look that old forever, but that is not how time works," says Rinnah lightly.
"To be really twenty-seven forever, you would have to not have any experiences after you would turn twenty-eight," says Rinnah.
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"Well, I'm gonna still be twenty-seven when I'm a hundred," says Damaris.
"That is not how numbers work, little one," laughs Rinnah.