It has never done anything wrong. In fact, none of the air in the patch has, even when it has been in other patches. It's so innocent.
Well, that's a thing that just happened. Sable isn't sure of its significance, but can't figure out how to ask or whether it is her business in any way, and concludes that it probably isn't.
"I ran out of the really pretty ones!" says Rithka. "I want to go to work with Daddy again and make things."
"He'll give you stuff to make things with even if I don't make you beads," Mallyn says.
"Those are pretty," Sable agrees. "I wonder if I could make beads. I can use Terraria magic to make a lot of different kinds of things, but I've never done beads in particular."
"...Very weirdly and Terrarian-ly. I sort of - sit next to a magic thing that lets me make things, and hold ingredients, and think about the thing I want to make, and then if I did it right the thing appears."
"...You might be able to learn it. I'm not sure. It might only work for people who have been to Terraria, and you probably shouldn't go to Terraria just to do its weird magic."
"I think I'll try! Do you know where would be a good place to set up my stuff?"
She goes out in the garden, finds an emptyish spot, and gets out a tiny miniature table that turns into a small but human-scale table and a tiny miniature chair that does likewise.
"Stone beads like those ones, or glass?"
And she gets out a small cube of glass, and holds it, and looks contemplatively at the small table.
Nothing much happens for a bit.
...a very large pile of beads appears on top of the table. They are, very briefly, arranged into a cube whose bottom face takes up about half the table. Then the pile collapses, pouring beads everywhere.
"That is more beads than I expected!" says Sable.
"...Do you know if there's... I don't know, a bag? To put these in?" She looks at the mound of beads heaped around the table. "Maybe multiple bags?"