The bar is unusually empty. Just one girl, sitting on a barstool, reading one of a rather large stack of napkins.
"Maybe I could claim that I found the books in the attic and they were written by my dead grandmother or something, I could probably claim that more convincingly than I could that I had written them."
"I'll still have to copy the whole thing out, which is going to be a pain. Just handing over the books would have problems like the fact that the real author's name is on them."
"Black it...oh, the author's name, not the text. Meh, then they'd want to know why I'd done it, and I'd have to do it in several places. Plus I'd rather keep the originals for myself, just in case."
"Well, it's not the worst hardship to have a project to keep me busy for the next while."
"I like being busy. I'm supposed to learn a lot of things about weather so I don't mess it up too badly."
"Yeah, I took a lot of classes on meteorology before the first time I used the amplifier."
"It'll probably be all right eventually for me to move rain from places with floods to places with droughts, and stuff, but they're usually not right next to each other. I might have to travel a lot. In the meantime I'm supposed to stop in case I wreck stuff."
"Yeah, weather's real tricky. We have a saying where I'm from that a butterfly flapping its wings can cause a hurricane a continent away. Obviously that's an exaggeration, but."
"I wonder if I could stop a hurricane. Or steer it or weaken it, maybe, unraveling it altogether might take too much magic."
"I wonder if you could stop it at the source. Hurricanes don't start out as big as they get."
"I'd have to find it. I don't think I'd like to be on a boat."
"Mm. We have a few people with teleportation powers but that wouldn't necessarily be true for you."
"I don't think anyone can do that. It'd be amazing, though! Maybe one day the academic mages will learn how."
"That'd be cool. A bunch of the fantasy magic systems in my world's books can do it. Can you not fly, if you'd have to take a boat?"
"I can't fly. Yet. I might get enough fine control to be able to sort of do it one day."
"I would not drop you. Um, you should probably put your arms around my neck, and then I could put mine around your back..."
The air around them stirs, and thin, fast-moving strands of air push them off the ground. It's different than most other kinds of flying--the wind has to be strong enough, fast enough to move a not very air-catching object. But their actual motion is perfectly controlled.