"Different when you're moving under your own power, isn't it?"

"It is! Though I can't run as quick as a fairy can fly." She gets up and attempts a skating motion.

Skating doesn't work especially well, though she stays in place rather than fall over or anything.

"That I can't replicate, unfortunately."

She tries jumping. "Do you wind up using spells recreationally very often?"

Jumping works; she returns to her original height afterward.

"Mmhmm. I don't personally have a way of storing them, and I get a fresh set every morning, so if it's clear I'm not going to need them all on a particular day, there's no reason not to. And Fharlanghn approves - in general he approves of people having interesting experiences, and playing with magic certainly is that."

She traipses back down to near the ground and sits a few feet above the cushion of her chair. "I'll say. Anything else the folks at home should see?"

"I do have one more interesting spell - it's called Darkness, and it makes an object shed shadows the same way a torch sheds light." He takes a pebble out of his belt but pauses before casting. "You'll be inside its radius, should I back up a little?"

"Please!" she grins.

He does, and casts; the effect is as if he's standing in a dimly lit room, and extends about twenty feet from him, fading out into wisps a few feet away from her desk. It fades out on the other side, too; things on the other side of him are still visible, as though looking out of a dark room and into a bright one. He tosses the stone into the air, and the effect follows it; when he catches it again, he closes his hand around it, and the shadows wink out, just like a covered light. "This one will last about half an hour."

"That's an amazing effect. You'll have movie studios after you if you're cheaper than hours in post-production."

"That might be fun to try sometime! I'll have to see, though, I'm sure there's lots of things I'll want to try."

"Tons! We've only got humans and daeva and non-celestial animals but we make up for it in volume. Welcome to our world." She turns to smile at the camera. "Again, I'm Brooklyn Windhouse and this here is Raafi. Thanks for watching, and queue our show or this topic for more."

"And I'll see you around," he chuckles.

She gives a little wave and the camera operator relaxes. "That was brilliant," she tells Raafi, "editors won't hardly touch it, you're a very good interview subject!"

"Thank you. I'll have to tell my bard friends that their tips came in handy."

"Bard?" she asks, motioning him off set.

He goes where he's guided. "One of the less common kinds of spellcasters; they cast by performing, and the better they are with people the better they are at it."

"Huh. Anyone who performs can pick this up, or only if they're good enough, or only with some other talent in the mix?"

"The type of performance doesn't matter; skill does, but I'm not sure that there's a lower bound, just that more skilled performers can do more things. There might be some other factor, too - I'm not sure it's talent, exactly, I'm more thinking of the fact that bards are almost unheard of in species that tend to be lawful."

"Huh. And their dancers and so on aren't worse?"

"Nope. I suppose it's rarer for them to do solo performances, that might have something to do with it - bards do perform with accompaniment sometimes but they don't seem to like to when they're casting. I'll ask about it next time I get a chance."

"What an interesting world you're from. Do you need help finding your hotel?"

"Yes, thank you."

She leads him out of the building and down the street.

He follows. "I'm curious about how you all are communicating with each other - I notice that it only sometimes involves stopping what you're doing to talk."