Words.
Words are music to his ears, floating from the bay vixen. She was an impeccable listener, as he spotted her attentions from sidelong glances. Her cinnamon eyes, watching him with ever the astute gaze. She did not seem to bore with his own speech, his constant ramblings. The thoughts that poured miles long, and fields wide from his chattering jaw. AS much as Weir enjoyed conversation, he also enjoyed a good listener to converse to. Often he found only children eager to hear what ever odd comments might slip his lips, but it was refreshing to have an adult conversation.
She even surprised him a step father, inquiring if he would teach her. Share with her the things he knew about nature, be that plant or animals. Perhaps both. Likely both, he assured himself. Sometimes Weir could be an insufferable know it all, sometimes though one might find themselves relying on those over shares to save their own skin. Weir didn't mind of course, he had let go of caring what others thought long ago. He nods an enthusiastic agreement, "I would be most delighted. I find myself never in the presence of too many ears." He laughs. At his joke, at himself. He laughs.
He can smell the river nearing, as their talk turns, from his own doing really. His talent, ah yes, that little tidbit. He seemed to look around, ever wary of eavesdroppers, he did not wish to have rumors spread of his talents. "Ah yes, well. I can change the outcome of others magic. All magics. Plain magics, water magic, scrying magic. If it is a magic then I can manipulate it, though it is a fickle fiend. You have to be precise, else the turn of events might not be so very helpful at all." Very matter of fact, he continued his explanation, having chosen to follow through and stay with this herd.
"Changes to magic must coincide, for example a fire. Fire can be changed to many things, lava, smoke. What is fire though? Heat,energy,oxygen. Instead the sun could be made to blister the earth, I could instead tempt the oxygen from ones lungs, could in turn force too much oxygen into them. I might instead create a thousand shooting stars, with science, possibilities become endless. Not that I would do all those things, surely not. The situation would need be most dire."He did his best to erasure her with that last bit, thinking he might have chosen less daunting examples.
((sorry for shortness, my little monkey is ready to go home XD ))
