"Witches all have two names," it occurs to Ranata to say. "We mostly use the first, unless we're being formal or distinguishing between two with the same first name, and then it's both. Ranata Ekamma; Isabella Amariah. Like that. What's your full name?"
"Definitely. Alright! So what should my first lesson on how to be witchy be?"
"I really don't know! I suppose you should have a set of silks even if you don't want to wear them around here. And a dagger, and a bow, although the bow will be harder to tote around without a cloud-pine."
She is still incredibly excited.
"Let's get you some silk, then." Ranata waves her onto the cloud-pine again and flies her to where bolts of silk are available. "Do you want the clan standard tie or something with fuller coverage for warmth?"
"Well, there's a few ways to tie any given set of variously sized silk pieces, but you'll need more silk for more coverage for obvious reasons. I'm asking how much to tear off for you."
"Okay. It's still warmish, anyway. While you were occupied Cas went and asked Quinamril - that's the queen's daemon - and they think you can tell anyone in the clan where you're from as long as it's clear it's not supposed to be common knowledge."
"Thanks! I should let Luzia know about that, I just informed her and didn't think of it getting out. Whoops."
Ranata extracts Castarilan from her hair. Off he zooms. "Cas will tell her. No worries."
"Ooo! Thanks! I will have to get used to daemons, I am still getting used to daemons."
Here is the silks place! It is another one of those little buildings. There is a witch in back of it with a vat of dye and undyed lengths of silk, working. Ranata leads Zeviana inside after waving to the dyer; in there are several bolts. Ranata starts unwinding. She eyeballs the lengths, and gets several pieces, and starts showing Zeviana how to tie them on.
Tying occurs! Zeviana pays attention, and maybe has a bit of fun with it after she's got it down! Whee, silk. She approves of wearing silk. It's soft and sleek.
It is both things! And very fetching. There's a mirror in here.
Zeviana turns out to look damn good in silks. She even sort of has the witchy bearing down - self-assured, powerful, maybe a tinge aloof but not directed towards Ranata in particular. She grins happily. "This was such a great idea."
"You fit in very well. Do you want to learn more ways of tying this set now, or what?"
When Zeviana has learned as many ways to wear torn-up black silk as she likes, Ranata says, "Are you in the mood for dinner?"
"Dinner sounds lovely!" she replies when she's thoroughly finished trying on silks.
"On the lands or off? On is mostly going to be vegetables and meat and it's never predictable quite what. Off, if you're willing to fly awhile, could be nearly anything."
"I'm not picky either way. Whichever you'd prefer. I'm still just happy, really."
Flying!
It serves... diner food! Burgers, grilled cheese, meatloaf, jalapeno poppers, tuna melts. Milkshakes, pie, cherry cheesecake, sundaes.
(The burger was from a random person's recommendation, the milkshake and cheesecake were chosen because Zeviana was curious about how milk could be shaken into food and how cheese can be integrated into cake.)