Whee! Flying!

"I fly around sometimes," Lightning agrees. "It's pretty great."

"Was it hard to learn?"

"Nope!"

"Lucky! You get to be lightningy and fly. I bet you can't be the sky though."

Swoop. "What's it mean to be the sky?"

"Eeeee! - it's when I put my magic up and it's like I'm, well, the sky, being the clouds and the air and the sunshine and everything. It's best during big storms. I'm supposed to only do it in a magic circle so I don't leak magic everywhere and not go more than a few miles away from my body, though."

"I don't think our magic does that," says Lightning.

"Most people's magic doesn't do it at home either. I'm not the only weather mage ever but we're really rare."

"What are your elementals like?"

"I've never met one and don't know a whole lot about them. One of my teachers knew a mountain, I think."

"...A mountain?"

"Or like the middle of the mountain or something. I think it was an elemental that spent most of its time being a mountain."

"I don't think my kind of elementals spend any time being mountains, even if they're Stone."

"I don't know why the kind from my world would bother, it doesn't seem like mountains do enough to need people to be them. I might have remembered it wrong, anyway."

"Maybe the kind who be mountains are just really, really boring people?" he suggests.

"Maybe. Or maybe they can be mountains and sleep at the same time."

"Must be some nap," opines Lightning.

"Yeah. So they'd still have to be kind of boring, they'd miss all the stuff."

"Meh. If I could turn into a rock and sleep for a hundred years, I might do it," says Lightning.

"Why? You can fly."

"It's a long, depressing story," he says, angling into a lazily spiraling glide.

"I don't think I'd want to only ever be the sky for a hundred years straight, but I'd like it if I could do it instead of sleeping or something."

"And you can't?"