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Ranara and her little daughter Azabel move to Urtho's Tower when the latter can say six words ("up", "mama", "milk", "no", "now", and "please") and hasn't started to walk yet. Ranara sets up to teach little children to read, ones who don't have evident Gifts yet - Ranara herself has Mindspeech, is all, with about a classroom's worth of range. Azabel sits in on classes, worn on her mother's back or later plopped in a corner with toys or, when she's only four, plopped in a corner with a book, younger than the other kids in the class. When Azabel has in fact sat through her mother's curriculum she is turned somewhat loose, to walk very carefully up and down and around the Tower, exploring.
smol bell in urtho's tower
anticipating_night
She could set the arm but with Healers near to hand it's better she leave it to them. Head injury shouldn't move but isn't anyway. She focuses on the shield, roots it to a ley-line, watches what Ma'ar is doing to be ready to pick up anything he drops.
small-and-alone
He's narrowing down the area that he thinks the air-intake is in, paying very very close attention to whether this is resulting in more or less pressure on the several areas of force-net that he's holding over strained welds.
...the hissing is definitely getting quieter...
The first Healer arrives at a run, very out of breath, before Ma'ar is finished. "What's - going on...?"
The Healer spends a moment glancing around, presumably assessing who's worst-injured, and heads for the unconscious student with the head injury.
anticipating_night
Aza focuses on her shield. Peers at the building for any windows or other weak spots that might want shoring up.
small-and-alone
Before she finds any, the hiss of steam slows to a whisper, then nothing.
Ma'ar sags to his knees beside the shielded doorway. "Boiler fire's out. Should - be all right now..."
anticipating_night
Aza looks at the senior student. "The fire's out. Is that the only danger in there?"
He flops back in obvious relief. "Should be..."
There are half a dozen other Healers on site now; one of them reaches for his shoulder.
small-and-alone
Ma'ar, after a few moments, sits back against the doorway and smiles tiredly at her. "Thanks for coming. And helping."
small-and-alone
Ma'ar falls silent, while the Healers and now some arriving mage-teachers bustle around them.
"....Looks like it's - all under control?" he says eventually, faintly. "We could go somewhere else."
anticipating_night
"I'm sort of expecting... someone... to want a statement? I don't know if that's going to actually happen..."
small-and-alone
"Oh, right, I - guess that should happen..." Ma'ar looks incredibly exhausted at the prospect.
anticipating_night
She nods. Shifts position a little on the ground, scoots to a softer part of the grass. Flops backward.
The Guards do, eventually, get there, just as the Healers are organizing to transport the injured students back to the Healing house.
small-and-alone
Ma'ar grabs the doorframe to haul himself up, and gives a curt two-sentence summary of how he heard the initial steam explosion and rushed over. Then glances at Azabel.
anticipating_night
"I Gated over - I can't run and I was way up in the Tower - and I'm okay at Mindspeaking people who don't have the Gift, so I got the story from one of the people inside, determined it was safe to open the door, did that, dragged out somebody who couldn't move by magic, and then summoned Healers and shielded the door while Ma'ar put out the fire."
The Guard asks Ma'ar a couple more questions, and then asks Azabel a couple of questions, and then nods tersely to both of them. "Good work. You two don't need to stick around longer - I figure you'll want to get some rest."
