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.
"You're welcome!" Bounce bounce. "Obvioussly you figured it out, you're the sssmartesst!" He's so proud of his friend. "Want me to fly you home?"
She is very smug the next day; having gotten it down enough to avoid accidental mindreading even if she doesn't have her discernment perfect she spent all evening practicing on Ranara and thinks she has it perfect in both modes now.
Ma'ar notices this the next day when they're in class together. He arrives late, but can still reach out to her in Mindspeech.
:- You seem really happy about something?:
:I finagled Thoughtsensing-based lie detection! It went really fast probably because I knew the results I was looking for from the Mindhealing kind. I'll write a treatise on it as long as the book's on Urtho's desk for the time being:
:Wow! That's so impressive - good work!:
There is, perhaps, the very faintest hint of distance or discomfort or something in that neighbourhood, in Ma'ar's mindvoice, but mostly his praise is very sincere.
:Yeah, I beat Lionwind to it!: she says after a pause in which she decides not to pursue the discomfort.
:I practiced with Skan till he was sick of it and then Ranara once I had it down enough that I wouldn't read her thoughts accidentally:
Ma'ar is also going to focus on class.
He doesn't try to evade pursuit afterward; in fact, he sort of half-glances back at Azabel.
"Yes - maybe - I'm not sure..." He trails off, avoiding her eyes, and switches to Mindspeech. :I - wanted to say sorry. About snapping at you the other day. It was rude of me: Ma'ar isn't at all sure this is the right thing to say but he's had days to think about it and hasn't come up with anything better.
:Mmm. Well, I - was defensive too, I guess, and I shouldn't've gotten upset, it just made it worse:
Ma'ar listens to her recounting of the conversation notes. He seems calm and thoughtful about it, with no current sign of defensiveness.
"I didn't expect it to make you defensive," he admits. "So - I wasn't understanding you right and making good predictions. Which is bad and I - think I could do things better if I understood other people more. What do you think?"