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.
"Well, we can make it rain and then go in the morning and come back another time, maybe, if we're not doing them any good."
"I'm trying to think if there's a way that gets Skan home to reliable food tonight but still lets us do the Gate-weather interaction check and put in some rain if it doesn't work."
"I mean, I guess we could just do two Gates? If you do one and I do one then neither of us will have to do two in a row?"
"Yeah but weather-magic is intense too, I don't think we should plan on doing two Gates and any amount of weather magic in the same evening. So we'd stay another night, which we can do. Maybe we can't improve on that."
"Right, sorry, I was assuming we'd stay another night if the first Gate doesn't work to cause a storm. We don't need to camp with my clan, if it's too awkward."
"Even if the Gate does get a storm we won't be able to tell in time to go through."
"No, but I mean we could do the first Gate in the afternoon and then if it starts raining the other one of us could Gate us home later tonight if we'd rather not camp." Shrug. "It's probably fine to just camp another night, though."
"Yeah, we're not about to run out of food. I'll probably leave them whatever I still have."
That sounds reasonable. Skan is sad that their adventure is going to be so short, but he wasn't expecting Ma'ar's people to be so RUDE and it's more grating than he would have predicted even if he had.
Ta'ana doesn't take any fudge for herself, nudging it toward the children instead, but she make eye contact with Azabel and awards her with a faintly approving nod.
Azabel does not especially care if Ma'ar's mean grandma approves of her but it's fine, she guesses.
After dinner they can put a Gate on a tent-flap and send Skan across so he can get dinner. She picks a door with a nice view of the Tower in case anyone wants to gawk through it while it's up.
"Be careful!" Skan tells Azabel, adamantly. "Come back ssoon, all right? I am worried about you sstaying here for long..." If he's not there to protect her, but maybe that's awkward to say or something.
"Tomorrow morning," she agrees. "I'll check in with you first thing. Go on now!"
Oh right, Gates are tiring. Skan bobs his head apologetically and goes on.
The effects of the Gate are definitely noticeable on the local magic patterns, and the weather seems to notice as well - the wind picks up, some distant clouds roll closer, there's a faraway rumble of thunder - but no rain.