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April 1 misfire text, un: beatrix

[fiendennor]

I haven't noticed any change in how it flies, thankfully.
The repair seems to have been effectively flawless.

[winddaughter]

[wait what what's flying???]

in how what flies??

[fiendennor]

...my broom, of course?
That's what we've been discussing this whole time.
What did you think I was talking about?

[winddaughter]

[here's about when a normal person would say "hey you got the wrong person"

nope]

you have a broom that flies??

[fiendennor]

Yes-- why is this suddenly a question? What did you think I was talking about?

[winddaughter]

I don't know, the better question is: who do you think you're talking to?

wow ignore that I said "what did you think I was talking about" twice plz brainfart

[fiendennor]

...who is this?
How did I get connected to you?

<3

[winddaughter]

This is Anemone! The how probably isn't that important because how else would have I found out someone has a flying broom! That's so cool!

[fiendennor]

I don't believe we've spoken before.
And it's very important to me. I would really rather not have conversations I believed were private suddenly be not.

Besides, they're hardly uncommon where I'm from.

[winddaughter]

I guess that's fair, I'd be worried too. I don't know what caused it.

It's just, we rode on the air on boards back home, but the air's not the same here so I can't do it, and I haven't really found any other options yet. I miss flying.

[fiendennor]

I'm sorry, the air is different? Can you elaborate? What makes air any different than... air?

[winddaughter]

ummm there's a long answer and a short answer which would you prefer

[fiendennor]

The long, if it's not too much trouble.
I'm rather intrigued.

[winddaughter]

[A part of her would have been disappointed if she'd been asked for just the short answer.] On our world there was a species living alongside us known as the Scub Coral. They had merged with the land itself and they were hibernating.

The air was filled with "trapar" and that's the energy we used to fly.

It was believed that the trapar was the thoughts of the hibernating Scub. "A thought carries energy." No Scub, no trapar, no flight.

[fiendennor]

I see. That's fascinating.
So this coral somehow created a sort of ethereal energy that could be harnessed for flight?
Did this trapar have any other uses? Do you know how, specifically, it was used for flight? My mental image is that it somehow made the air itself denser, but I can imagine that would cause a number of existential problems, so that likely can't be right.

[winddaughter]

I really don't, unfortunately. I was a pilot, not a mechanic. I sort of know what I do just because I saw some of the scientists talk about it in a video. I know that humans couldn't see the "waves" though.

[fiendennor]

That's fair. I wasn't expecting you to be an expert on the subject, admittedly.

My world had something... vaguely similar, though not entirely: magical energy.
The world's leylines, the remnants of the great Yggdrasil-- the source of all magic.
Stray too far without a router or a battery backup, and your magic would cease to exist.
An invisible energy in the air all around us, unseen but very useful.

[winddaughter]

Oh, that's cool! We don't have magic so it's been interesting hearing about people that do, and the magic of this world.

How does that work for you, coming here? Do you... still need a battery or a similar source like you had, or did it... adapt?

[fiendennor]

Magical energy seems to be abundant here, actually.
I've not encountered any problems. If anything, it's been easier to use magic here than back home.

I have my own theories on that, but I won't bore you with the details. They'd likely be meaningless to you anyway.

[winddaughter]

Yeah I have no reference to understand any of it. I hope you have someone you CAN talk about it to?

I bet easier use of magic helps with your flying broom, huh? [because of course it would circle back to that. come on.]

[fiendennor]

I don't have anyone with whom I can discuss magical theory, if that's what you mean.
It isn't a problem, though. I'm not bothered.

It is nice to not have to worry about taking it too far from the leylines, I'll grant.

[winddaughter]

You should find someone! If it interests you, it should be fun to share it with other people! It's too bad you probably can't share it with the locals, huh... that'd give away that you're not from here.

[fiendennor]

Obviously not the locals. They're fairly tolerant of magic in general, but the specifics may not be what they're used to.

I have spoken with several other magic-users and compared notes, so to speak, but it's not a consistent arrangement.
And any others from my school are still in stasis.

[winddaughter]

I know what you mean. Everyone I know from home is still asleep, too.

Well, good luck, um... I'm not used to getting messages from people I haven't met!

[fiendennor]

You have my sympathies. It's difficult at times.

I'm not used to them sending to people I haven't met, either.
I wonder what caused it.