"I definitely want to look around! Being a courier sounds wonderful." She sets off down the main street, head swiveling.

Amat follows.

There's a really pretty church. There are some decently fancy houses. There is more than one store in this town! This one seems to sell only clothes. That one has furniture. There's fancy cakes in the window over there. There are three smiths who seem to specialize in different things. How fancy!

Someone comments to Amat, "Oh, have we got another little witch today?"

Ooh, pretty buildings. Ooooh, pretty cakes. Oh wow, three smiths! She wants to watch all of them at work and see how they're different!

The first one seems angry at everything and doesn't want to let her watch. The second one shows off fancy custom stuff like artful curly signs and shiny brass door handles, and lets her watch a bit but doesn't explain anything. The third one has a bunch of twelve to fifteen year old boys as apprentices, makes a lot of cheap things very fast, and will let her try to pump the bellows if she wants!

She watches the second smith admiringly and learns what she can about how metal moves under the tools. She definitely wants to pump the bellows! She isn't as strong as a twelve to fifteen year old boy, especially the sort of boy who's been a smith's apprentice for a while, but she gives it her all and watches the metal things take shape.

Amat smiles imdulgently and reads something in the front of the smith's place.

She can pump the bellows for a little while but it's important to be really steady, see, so the other apprentices take over before long. They'll all happily chat about how to work metal - They have a good forge to make lots of strong iron from the ore here.

One of the apprentices is a bit distracted explaining quenching and stumbles off a raised platform for working on and drops an iron rod toward another's head, shouting in surprise! 

Margaretta sees the rod falling toward the boy's head--she's way too far away to catch it but she thrusts out her hand on instinct anyway--

An invisible force shoves the rod away and it clatters harmlessly on the floor.

Three different people shout in alarm as the rod falls. The boy who it would have hit sees it and his eyes widen in alarm. And then it turns and moves the other way.

Everything is silent for a moment.

Amat lunges into the room, eyes glowing, as the head smith asks, "What in God's name-"

And then everyone is talking at once.

Margaretta is part of everybody and is also talking. "Did I do that? I think I did that! I think I did my special magic!" Whether anybody can hear her over everyone else is an open question though.

They don't seem to hear her. There's a fair bit of shouting going on as Amat stands defensively near Margaretta. Things quiet down after a moment and Amat pats her on the shoulder, saying "Good job."

The smith starts berating the apprentice that dropped the thing for being careless and needing a young witch to save little Tim.

Margaretta smiles up at Amat and says, "Thanks."

When the smith starts berating the one apprentice she mumbles, "He only dropped it because I was talking to him" at her shoes.

"He should've been focusing on what he was doing! A smithy is not a safe place, young lady. I think you two should come back later."

Amat nods seriously. "As you say, sir. Come on, Margaretta. It's not your fault."

She follows Amat out, slightly subdued but mostly still excited by the ability to move things with her mind.

Back out to the street. "So it seems you've discovered your special magic after all. I think we should learn a bit more about it. Let's see if you can do it to anything else?"

"Yes, let's!" She looks around for small objects to try to move.

Well, there's Amat's broom and compass and coin pouch and so on, and anything she has in her pockets. There's the various things on display in the shops. There's a random bit of rope lying on the ground like trash. There's a cat staring at them.

She's not going to mess with Amat's broom or the cat. She tries pushing the bit of rope with her mind; when that fails to do anything she repeats her earlier gesture and still fails to do anything.

"So it's not generalized telekinesis, hm? Or perhaps, well, it's easier if you need to use magic sometimes."

(There's something about the blacksmith's shop just behind her...)

"I think my magic is . . . pointing back at the smithy? Like it's important to whatever it is."

"Huh... I want to see if that's real or just you tricking yourself, that happens sometimes. Do you mind if I have you close your eyes and spin you around, and then you can see if you can still tell where the smithy is?"

"Sure!" She shuts her eyes tight and prepares to be spun.

And around and around she goes! Where she stops, Amat knows.

Once her spinning stops, she can still tell that there is something to her left. 

She sways on her feet and sticks her left hand out. "Over there. Can I open my eyes?"

"Yes. And you're right! Interesting... The only thing that's different about the smithy is all the metal."

"Maybe I can only move metal things. Can I have a coin to try it on?"