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Powers, Identity, and the World [Friday]
...so neither of the teachers had turned up today. And while Celia was actually inclined to worry, she had more pressing concerns -- namely that she was third-in-charge, here, and thus had to be a TA in more than just name.
Thankfully, she'd always been good at thinking on her feet.
"Good morning," she said, offering a slightly nervous smile when it was evident that everyone who was going to be here was here. "Professors Starsmore and Heartilly weren't able to make it, but we'll soldier through all right, I think."
"So, I don't know about the rest of you," Celia offered, carefully arranging her skirts as she took a seat on the desk at the front of the room and demurely folded her hands in her lap, "but I'm fairly -- worried about the climate. I was here for spring last year, the island didn't do this then, and...and something's clearly wrong."
Fidgeting a little -- being the center of attention when she wasn't performing was awful -- Celia added, "And that's without tapping into my other senses -- I've been actively resisting dipping into how the atmosphere feels, magically, beyond my necessary day-to-day. But sometimes, that's unavoidable. Sometimes our powers come with an unfortunate sort of sensitivity to everyone or everything around us, and there's nothing to be done about it."
She made a face, rolling her eyes. "And sometimes one doesn't need to be gifted with an extra sense or two to tell that winter's going on forever, or that the island's not blooming the way it should. So how do you deal with external factors weighing in on you? Meditation? Sleeping? Hitting things?"
Celia shrugged a shoulder, and added, "I guess that's our topic of discussion today, unless you want to go out and try to figure out what's wrong with the island yourselves. I'm not really that kind of a magic user, so I'm useless, but if you can talk to trees, by all means feel free to go do so."
Thankfully, she'd always been good at thinking on her feet.
"Good morning," she said, offering a slightly nervous smile when it was evident that everyone who was going to be here was here. "Professors Starsmore and Heartilly weren't able to make it, but we'll soldier through all right, I think."
"So, I don't know about the rest of you," Celia offered, carefully arranging her skirts as she took a seat on the desk at the front of the room and demurely folded her hands in her lap, "but I'm fairly -- worried about the climate. I was here for spring last year, the island didn't do this then, and...and something's clearly wrong."
Fidgeting a little -- being the center of attention when she wasn't performing was awful -- Celia added, "And that's without tapping into my other senses -- I've been actively resisting dipping into how the atmosphere feels, magically, beyond my necessary day-to-day. But sometimes, that's unavoidable. Sometimes our powers come with an unfortunate sort of sensitivity to everyone or everything around us, and there's nothing to be done about it."
She made a face, rolling her eyes. "And sometimes one doesn't need to be gifted with an extra sense or two to tell that winter's going on forever, or that the island's not blooming the way it should. So how do you deal with external factors weighing in on you? Meditation? Sleeping? Hitting things?"
Celia shrugged a shoulder, and added, "I guess that's our topic of discussion today, unless you want to go out and try to figure out what's wrong with the island yourselves. I'm not really that kind of a magic user, so I'm useless, but if you can talk to trees, by all means feel free to go do so."

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