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Wendy the Werewolf Stalker Campfire, Tuesday Early Evening

Okay, so she hadn't been spending that much time at her cabin, but Tahiri was putting in an appearance tonight. There was a decent assortment of hot dogs and s'more fixings laid out as dictated by the Unofficial Official Law of Campfires, and a fire crackling away in the firepit.

As for Tahiri, she was sitting with her back against a log, not really paying attention to the datapad on her lap; she was more preoccupied with using the Force to idly create shapes in the smoke from the campfire. Spirals, vaguely animal-looking objects, anything really, but a lot of starfighters. She kept coming back to those, for some reason.

[OOC: Up a little early to account for people (including me) hitting up HP midnight showings tonight . . .]

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The shapes in the smoke were what made Tara pause, really. It took her a second to see that they were ... some kind of ship? Flying saucer? She didn't know? ... and a second more to wonder if they were intentional.

She realized she'd been standing there watching the shapes drift by for a long moment. "Hi." The greeting was mostly to her sandals, but it was there.

She'd been doing this for long enough now that the interruption (such as it was) didn't startle her enough to make the shapes dissipate, although the smoke-frigate she'd been working on paused half-formed when she looked up.

"Hi," Tahiri responded, putting just a touch of reassurance behind the words at how timid the girl seemed. "You're not interrupting or anything, really, if you want to stick around. Promise."

"Hi," Tara returned again, smiling a little as she settled on the ground near the girl. "Are you drawing those? It's pretty."

She'd never tried anything like it, but it didn't seem hard, exactly.

"And I'm, um Tara."

[Alas, am fleeing work -- will be back on 8-ish my time if not before.]

"Tahiri." She returned the smile with more confidence -- though if it faltered for a moment, she blamed the time of year for the fact that she couldn't help thinking that Anakin had been just as quiet and shy when she first met him. She'd had no trouble drawing him out of his shell, but she wasn't that talkative little nine-year-old any more.

"And yeah," she continued, forcing brightness into her tone as she finished shaping the frigate and then let it dissipate, "I'm doing that. It's practice, sort of."

[[No problem, I should be back just about then myself.]]

Eleanor wandered out from the cabin and took a seat on a log by the fire. She watched the smoke with interest. "Are you a mage?"

The last person she'd known who'd been called that was a con man who'd used technological tricks to dupe a friend of hers into thinking he was a Jedi, and too many of her memories were tied up with Anakin. Tahiri offered Eleanor a slightly crooked smile. "No, Jedi. It's the Force; it's not magic." No matter how much it might arguably be called that by anyone else, she couldn't think of it that way.

"Oh, cool," Tara said, watching for another moment. "Can I try?"

It was just another kind of grabbing hold with her mind, different and more precise. Different, but she might have a chance.

Or she might totally make a fool of herself.

"Sure," Tahiri replied; she'd been in Fandom long enough to know that there were different kinds of powers that could accomplish the same thing, after all. "It's not like the smoke belongs to me or anything. Go for it."

"Jedi," she repeated. "I've only heard of that in passing. Since arriving here of course, as there are none where I'm from." She glanced back at the fire. "Mages, however, are another thing."

Tara got a mental image of someone claiming the smoke was all hers and stifled a smile behind her hand. "Thanks," she said, and reached out, concentrating on -- a line, first. Then maybe a heart?

Or a failure. That thought made her concentration go wobbly, and the smoke drifted away from the tentative control. "That didn't go so well."

"We seem to be kind of unique that way," Tahiri observed wryly. "Beings who do magic, on the other hand, seem to come from a lot of worlds if the Magic Reserves are any indication."

"I don't think anybody does it right the first time," Tahiri said, projecting mild encouragement. She certainly hadn't. "Don't think of the smoke as something with substance that you can control or hold. It's more like guiding the way it moves."

"Like air," Tara said, halfway to herself. She concentrated again, differently, and, in the process, left herself open to see the other girl's aura more than she normally would.

It wasn't something she did all the time, noticing auras. Most of the time it was a background hum; she couldn't tell much from it, so she ignored it. But this time .... it was off. Like someone had jammed a piece into Tahiri's energy that didn't belong.

Weird. Tara blinked a few times, trying to clear her mind. "I'll try again," she said, even more hesitantly. "h-how did you learn this?"

Also, was she evil or something? That was kind of an important question, and not one Tara knew how to ask directly.

[Let me know if this is not OK and I will fix.]

Edited 2009-07-15 00:50 (UTC)

"Yes," she nodded. "Though there are many different types of magic. I was thinking of trying to compare how spells and spellcasting worked between the different types."

"It's not magic, if that's what you're asking," Tahiri answered, unaware of anything unusual in Tara's reaction; if anything, she thought she might have picked up a moment of confusion that she chalked up to trying to learn something new. Although, yes, by a lot of people's definitions it could be magic. In her usual rapid-flowing style she gave a quick rundown of the Force as something created by all living things and how the Jedi used it. "It was one of my early lessons at the Academy back home, only with mist."

Probably best that it wasn't a question asked directly, given how much it worried her right now.

[Completely, totally okay!]

"I wouldn't know anything about that," Tahiri said apologetically. "We don't use spells."

That was just a weird thought.

"I don't always use them myself. My type of magic is more intristic than spell-based." She stared at the fire for a moment, and tight ball of flame formed and floated mid-air above the campfire.

"I'm a Fire Mage."

"Which means, I'm guessing, that you specialize in fire," Tahiri noted as she shaped the smoke into a tight spiraled halo around the ball.

It wasn't like it was a question Tara knew how to ask. Tahiri wasn't acting evil. She wasn't even nasty, and the Jedi thing sounded ... peaceful, really.

She'd check some of her books and see if she could get a better idea what it could mean.

"Cool," she said thoughtfully. "I'm, um, a witch? I can do a little telekinesis but nothing -- you know. Nothing big. But the smoke would be a good tool for learning control. It's harder to work with than a pencil."

Jaina had actually been wanting to check up on Tahiri, so she was glad to find her all nice and out in the open where she could find her. "You're having too much fun," she said, nodding at her handiwork.

Tahiri didn't laugh about the pencil; Luke always started the new students out with lifting leaves and pebbles.

"That's the idea, I think. I've always been pretty good at telekinesis but sometimes my control is awful," she offered. "Try it sometime when it's misty out, if the smoke is tricky. It's a little easier when you can feel the mist."

"You're back," Tahiri said right off, obviously relieved. She glanced toward the smoke and offered a half shrug. "It seemed like a way to mix some practice in with relaxation. How'd things go?"

She shrugged as she took a seat, very glad the world didn't seem to be going randomly sideways anymore. "It was a very long trip," she said after considering this. Really, there was no way to describe it all concisely. "How are you doing?"

Kind of a double-sided question there, yeah.

"But you're back, all in one piece ~~and you survived some godawful canon prose~~."

Funny, she'd been thinking of asking the same thing. Tahiri just looked at her for a few seconds, intently, before replying. "Under the circumstances, I guess you could say I could be doing a lot worse."

"Barely," Jaina corrected. Because what was a frostbitten foot on top of everything else. ~~Wtf, Willix, wtf.~~

"And uh, yeah," she said more seriously, figuring Tahiri might know what she meant. "I'm kind of getting that."

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