"You - don't get old, right, you are five now but you are stopped..."

"I am stopped. I will not grow any older and I will not die."

"If a whitemage or a greenmage can maybe fix it it's worth it then."

"I don't want to—tell someone to do a dangerous thing for me that might not work—maybe when I know more words and I can say better what she did."

"Maybe," he agrees. "Not today."

Nod. "Not today."

"Why did she have you to do stuff to?"

"...I don't know how to say."

Back to language lessons, then.

Back to language lessons!

And at midafternoon he goes and gets a gold-uniformed person to talk to her about gold magic.

"I'm Tse Avimi. Tsemo says you won't get old and die," she says.

"That's right."

"Can you die at all."

"...mostly no. Not by being old or injured or sick. The person who stopped me from dying could change what she did and then I could, and maybe someone else could change what she did and then I could, but if nothing changes it, then no."

"...okay. There are three kinds of goldmagic. You will be very good at two of them and must never ever ever do the third one."

"Okay. I don't know how to not do it but maybe you are going to teach me."

"Children sometimes do it without really meaning to. I'm not sure... to what extent you are five and to what extent you are seventeen."

"Mostly I'm... someone who has been seventeen for a year. If I know what to not do I can not do it."

The goldmage gives her an assessing look. Finally she says, "Gold magic is time travel. Does that make sense?"

"...yes. Why is not dying—where does dying come into it—"

"If you go back, there are two of you. And if you do that, no one else can go back."

"...oh," she says. "And—when one of you dies there are not two anymore, and then—? Yes, I should not do that."

"The other things you can do but should wait till you have the lessons on how and why and when. Even though you don't seem like you'll have to pay for it."

She nods. "Yes. The other two are... going forward, and...?"

"Making everything stop around you."