"What kind of place doesn't have such a basic economic institution as shops!"

Tret steers Eefina away from his aunt. "Very busy, bye now!"

"...Okay, so. Shopping. In terms of adventuring gear I think protection is the lowest-hanging fruit for you. Maybe Wind-sources if you're going to seriously try for sorcery? But there's also lots of cool stuff that's not so much useful for fighting but you might want. So we could just browse. Gimmie a picture of what you want out of shopping."

"I wanna see all the Cool Things I don't know about yet, and then spend five minutes thinking about all the Cool Things I end up wanting to see which ones I still want after thinking about them for five minutes. Sorcery stuff can be first, though."

"Sorcery is handy. I try to rely on my other skills first because it's not exactly stealthy, generally and I learned it later, though... There are so many shops in this city it's probably impossible to see them all. What Winds do you like?"

"Definitely azyr. And ghyran. And maybe aqshy?"

Tret laughs. "I didn't take you for an astromancer! The stereotype there is detached, cool, calm, academic. You fight too well to fit it. I think I know a place though."

He leads her around to the south of the Academy, where there are a lot of bookstores, laboratories and practice spaces for rent, and reagent shops for everything from alchemy to sewing to runesmithing. Azyr and chamon are both strong here. He points to one tall tower with a strange dome at the top. 

"That's the second astronomy tower, as people call it. The campus has one too, which is why it's the second one. If anyone knows what you need it'll be them. And watch, they'll have predicted what you want before you even come in!"

"I haven't even cast an astral spell yet! But since my Windsight started working, I can feel it basically all the time, and it... if I had nothing to be happy about I might act like that?"

"Have you cast any spells yet? I mean, you've only been in there for a couple days. I don't think they teach spells on day one unless you pay extra."

"Well, no sorcery spells. But only because they told us not to try it on our own."

"Sounds like the Academy alright. Students hurting themselves looks bad. Wanna see a cantrip?"

"Of course."

He steps to the side of the street before walking through the noise cantrip. It makes a real, physical noise, fairly quiet, fairly close to yourself, but it can be whatever you imagine - such as an imitated voice.

He molds it with chamon, but the structure of the spell is just three incredibly simple and elegant flourishes that any of the Winds could hold once you have a basic idea of how to shape them.

Eefina is too tempted.

She gives in and allows herself to channel azyr (only a little, she isn't actually reckless), and tries to copy the three flourishes.

The ephemeral wind of sky and inspiration eludes her slipping grasp the first time, bending and twisting under her will in ways she did not intend.

The second time, if she just times everything right - it assembles, three pieces falling into place almost as if by coincidence, and there is a noise.

This time she definitely notices the Skill-up.

"Oooh. I get it now!"

"Indeed you do! Mind, cantrips are super easy. I think it probably is wise to use a practice room or get real instruction before trying bigger sorceries."

Eefina nods seriously.

"What kinds of things does the astronomy tower sell?"

Tret shrugs broadly. "I don't quite know. I have no reason to go in there. But an astromancer does, so we can look around together.

The ground floor is tall and sparse and airy, full of telescopes, mirrors, and other optical gear, as well as various curving metal devices and pieces of clockwork. There's bookshelves near the back, and large starcharts, weather charts, and marked-up calendars pinned up high on the walls. A glass display case carries a variety of small orbs and the like that glow with contained azyr that flickers, crackling, like lightning. A blue-and-white robe with magic in every strand is labelled Stormwind flight cloak. Flight and predictive dodging. 3 platinum 17 gold.

Back on Arcadia that cloak would be... wow.

She lingers at the orbs of contained azyr for a bit, then goes to check out the bookshelves.

It looks like a lot of books about astronomy, lots of philosophy and mathematics, lots of records of weather or 'earthly signs', some history, some spellbooks, some miscellaneous. They also have all the Academy required reading for various astromancy skills, sectioned off in a smaller shelf facing outward at the end of the aisle.

Eefina first checks to make sure there's nothing she doesn't at least recognize (from her own textbooks or the campus library) in the end-cap. Then she will proceed to get distracted and spend a considerable amount of time browsing unless Tret or something else reminds her not to read in the aisles.

A wiry-haired and spacey looking man comes down the stairs at one end of the hall after a bit.

"Good morning. I see you've found several books that interest you, perhaps I can help you purchase them?"

Eefina grins sheepishly.

"Right! Yes. I think I'd like, this one," a comparative philosophy book, "and this one," an origins-of-astral-sorcery history book, "and this one," a math book on probabilities.

"This one." An anthology of case-studies of crimes facilitated or prevented by divinations.

"And this one." A spellbook. Harmonic Convergence.

Azyr stirs in the air briefly.

"I'm afraid the signs are confused for your learning Harmonic Convergence. This requires consideration. The other four books are fine. Come, this way."

He brushes past Tret, who looks mildly uncomfortable.

Eefina gives Tret a shrug, gathers up all five books and follows the azyr-channel.

He goes upstairs and pivots left, opening a door into a circular room completely bare of adornment or windows, and also mostly empty of Winds of Magic, painted a cool blue. "Leave the books on that table, please, and tell me anything that might be relevant to you learning this spell being a bad idea. Then, we go in the chamber of airs and I will cast a detailed omen."