The same isn't true about the wind.

[mage_see_mage_do]

Witches aren't troubled by the cold, but the same isn't true about the wind.
Temperance wasn't afraid of falling from her brand new cloudpine branch, but she might drop her books and that was nearly as bad. She decided to land until the weather quieted down.
Instead of quieting it down, the weather got worse, snow started falling and it was hard to navigate even with Faramund covering her with his wings.
Temperance didn't hear anything, just saw a glimpse of the thing, just enough for her brain to register the combination of snake and mirror and...
...then she found herself under warm sunlight, feeling a gentle breeze over her skin. Blinking away the sudden light and the melting snow in her eyes, she found herself surrounded by a green woodland that was too warm to be anywhere near she remembered being.
In short, Temperance and her daemon were very confused.

Comments

[iamnotpolaris]

"It should be fine. You said you needed herbs and stuff for your spells, right? We can probably pass you off as having some kind of plant-based mutation. I mean, I'm going to be flying. Why should I get all the fun?"

[mage_see_mage_do]

"That sound much better," Temperance says "I wonder how people would they react if I was sincere about my species?"

[whatamithinking]

"It depends on the person, obviously. I imagine most people without access to trustworthy telepaths wouldn't believe you so easily. I imagine most would think that you were a mutant with an unusually versatile power set and either delusional or straight-up lying."

[mage_see_mage_do]

"Huh," Temperance muses "I will probably just not contradict their assumptions. We should get going, before is too late. Where we can find Sophie?"

[whatamithinking]

"...She's outside on the lawn, actually," Edie says after a short pause. "It's possible we saw her while we were coming in and just didn't notice." She smiles. "I explained the situation and she's quite excited to meet you."

[mage_see_mage_do]

"Me too! Lets meet her" Temperance says.

[iamnotpolaris]

Emily eyes the study window speculatively.

[whatamithinking]

"No, Emily, we can use the library window like normal people."

[iamnotpolaris]

"Ooh, I bet Temperance doesn't even know why the library window is traditional."

[whatamithinking]

...

[mage_see_mage_do]

"Now you have to tell me!"

[iamnotpolaris]

"She pushed Scotty out the window when we were five."

[whatamithinking]

"He bounced! I knew he was going to be fine, he's blasted near indestructible!"

[iamnotpolaris]

"She also pushed me out the window when we were seven."

[whatamithinking]

"You asked me to!"

[iamnotpolaris]

"And the satellite dish isn't attached to the main house, so it's not eligible."

[maggie_of_the_owls]

"That's enough," Erika said.

[mage_see_mage_do]

Temperance grins

"I will go through the traditional exit," Temperance sasy "as long no one pushes me."

[whatamithinking]

"No one's going to push you."

[iamnotpolaris]

"You can already fly, you don't need to be treated like a baby bird. And Scotty was a special case."

[mage_see_mage_do]

"Hey, half of me is a bird," Temperance says pointing at Faramund.

[iamnotpolaris]

"Unless he moonlights as your inner child, I think you still don't qualify."

[mage_see_mage_do]

"As her soul," Faramund says "I am pretty close to that you know."

This seems to surprise Temperance.

"Hey, I am just adjusting to the new world, don't blame me," Faramund says with a birdly shrug.

"Okay," Temperance says "I think we should just go and meet Sophie then."

Unless interrupted, Temperance will just leave via cloudpine, she will even use the traditional exit.

[iamnotpolaris]

Emily follows, still snickering.
This is good, because unless Sophie sees them and decides to call out telepathically, Temperance isn't going to recognize her on her own.

[maggie_of_the_owls]

Sophie, as Emily will undoubtedly explain, is a little hard to recognize from above anyway when the backdrop is grass. Because she is green.
She is over there, playing a game that does not involve making the laws of physics cry in a corner with some other students with less relevant mutations. Her skin is the color one thinks of when one thinks of deciduous leaves, and her hair is the color one thinks of when one thinks of evergreen needles.