Ooh. Are those yours too? I thought the house and garden was all of it.

"We hire people to manage the land, but it's ours, and nobody's working at nighttime."

Having lots of land is impressive and good! I would like to see it.

"We can go for a walk around it while the sun sets and pick a good place to stargaze once it gets dark!"

He's so excited!! The stars make him want to sing every time he sees them. A music lesson and a nap would be a fun way to pass time until sunset.

Then he can have these things! They're very indulgent of their baby dragon alien.

He still acts noticeably alien. Strange things frighten or startle him, he's not very predictable in when he feels chatty or social, and he eats a rusty nail found in the garden once. He seems to be learning science pretty quickly, learns to read sheet music after a while, and is good at math, but learning to read regular language is very slow going. He likes the wide-open space of the pastures a lot and thanks the blues when they take him out to see them (and spends more than an hour crooning at the starry night sky). He finds cows kind of intimidating and actively avoids them.

The other baby Draak comes up to her parents one morning and says, I think I learned to do something magic besides fire! But I am not sure. Please help me figure out if I'm right?

"Of course! What is it?"

I think I can tell when the wind is about to change!

"Ooh," says the climatologist. "Okay, let me go set up some of my devices and get a watch and we can see when you expect that and what the instruments say."

Yes good! She scurries around excitedly while he prepares.

Now there are wind-measuring devices, recording to a computer so the climatologist's thoughts won't give them away, and they can go sit outside and inspect the wind!

She closes her eyes and perks her head high into the air and listens.

........Left.

...............Right!

...........Forward.

........Gust!

...........Stillness.

She is calling these out a second or two in advance at most.

"Hmm. You're getting it right but I can't be sure if you're doing it by magic or if you're sensing something in a normal way, like how the leaves are moving a hundred meters off."

...I think that is what I am doing. I'm feeling the air. But I think that still might be magic!

"Oh? How?"

Because it's listening with telepathy instead of ears.

"Telepathy with... the trees?"

With the air!

"I'm not sure that's technically 'telepathy' but I guess it might be running on the same kind of magic you use for telepathy."

If you say so! It's the same thing just not at a person.

"Huh. I guess maybe your telepathy doesn't work the way I was assuming."

Want me to show you?

"- sure! Let's try it!"

Here is some weird nonsense sensation that isn't a color or a sound or a texture, though parts of it feel similar to those things! It's complicated and directional and layered. He 'shines' brightly directly in front, a beacon compared to the faint not-quite-green 'color', not-quite-smooth 'texture' of the grass, a humanoid shape of 'light' thrumming slightly almost like a drumbeat as his heart beats. Motes of warmth are dotted around the grass. The computer and instruments are marked by a faint almost-bitter, almost-cold tinge. The movement of air is something like a timbre or echo, easily missed in the rest of it. There are patterns and harmonies in all the weirdness.

-And it stops.

Do you see why it's called the music of the world?