The godspring chamber is almost completely empty except for a young woman filling up a jug of water.
"Oh. Why don't bluemages do that? Tse Avimi said they can't think about people normally..."
"...that sounds... scary. Scary to be, not scary to be near," she clarifies, and then thinks about it for a second, and amends, "...a little scary to be near."
"Really? They don't—push someone who walks in front of them? Close doors on people?"
She nods slowly.
"I would not like to be a bluemage," she says. "It's... I think that thinking about people is where most of the good things in life are."
"That makes sense but I am very thinking about people."
"My not-mage thing, people are born with, but we're born with a kind we're - not scared of. I'm very thinking about people and my magic is the magic that is about people and that is... how things are."
How, using her current vocabulary, does she explain...
"...sometimes, someone thinks about people a lot, and should maybe... think about them... less."
Maybe she can try again later with more words.
"No springs. We don't know what makes some people be born with magic and not others. Sometimes it's people in the same family—my parents both had magic—but sometimes not."
"That makes sense if you have the kids first and then make them magic after, I guess... do mages sometimes have not-adopted kids?"
"Goldmages lose the baby if they use magic. Blues get - sick of being pregnant, they'll take something to stop. Greens have weird health problems sometimes, whites have, uh, less-weird health problems. Reds could but they don't because the other mages don't. But sometimes a male mage will get a servant pregnant, or a redmage will forget her Seedlessness and her attendant won't remind her, and it's not too big a deal."