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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.
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anticipating_night
"...I don't know how to scry yet. We could take Skan's stuff and he could fly up and have a look? Or do you think he'd be scary even from a ways off?"
small-and-alone
"....I think that'd - probably be fine, then? And safer than us just wandering around here." Ma'ar glances at Azabel.
without-fear
He moves to take off, then pauses. "Ssorry, what am I actually looking for?"
small-and-alone
Shrug. "Herds of cattle, I guess. Or tents, or people. All the clans are nomadic, there won't be buildings."
without-fear
"Right." And Skan takes off, wheeling around a bit in sheer enjoyment-of-flying before focusing on gaining altitude. In two minutes he's barely a speck in the sky.
small-and-alone
"I don't know. I guess the worst case scenario is that my people are all dead."
anticipating_night
"Yeah." Or that all the clans are? She does not point out that preferring his is partial of him.
small-and-alone
(Ma'ar is mostly thinking that the other clans will try to murder them on sight, which makes it significantly harder to talk to them.)
without-fear
And, eventually, Skan flies back and lands.
"- I ssaw ssome cows and ssome tents," he says proudly. "Nearby, and another group further."
small-and-alone
"A different clan was closest," Ma'ar says. "Is there a way we can walk that'd go around the nearer ones?"
without-fear
"Yess! They weren't in a sstraight line or anything - if we walk thiss way, we can avoid coming too closse. I think it's more than one day'ss walk to the further one, though."
small-and-alone
Ma'ar nods, distantly. "That'd be right. If they're my people. It took me days to reach the road."
without-fear
"There'ss a watering hole that we could camp near, but it might be more likely one of the clanss would want to stop there? There's - not much elsse."
anticipating_night
"Maybe we should pass by it, fill up on water, and then find an anonymous spot not too close to it."
small-and-alone
"The tent has an illusion on it," Ma'ar adds. "- Uh, I don't think you'll fit, Skan. Maybe we can do a separate one on you."
anticipating_night
Aza's humming eventually graduates to actual singing when her boredom exceeds her self-consciousness.