Friday, August 29, 2014
In which - watch out, sweet thing, a change in the weather is all that you bring.....
Yeah, giving a deva a hard time isn't any more advisable than giving Mother Nature one.
No such problems here today. Aura talked to Azalea a couple of days ago and it looks like Tori is going to be out of our hair for awhile. We hope, anyway. Scaramouche is expecting a protege - according to her, the word is NOT "mentee" - a young tidepool deva (according to her) who she met while she was down trying to help find that plane that vanished in March....
(You have to imagine Hawthorne trying to sing that when she can't carry a tune in a bag....)
"Hawthorne, what are you doing?" I said. "And who's that?"
"Trying to. We didn't really." Tempest had an accent that Aura told me later was Welsh. "We ended up having to send it into a bunch of unoccupied buildings because we couldn't steer it far enough around the town."
"Oh yeah, right. We kind of took out the church, didn't we?" Hawthorne looked sheepish.
"You don't, like, drop tornadoes on purpose?" Not the best way to phrase it, I know, but you try asking that question.
"Oh no, never. I'm just one deva of many who bring rain and snow where it's needed. At least I try to. But I can't call up a cloud if there's not enough water vapor in the air to work with. And sometimes the rains I call up get out of control and the next thing I know, I'm trying to control what your human friends call a supercell thunderstorm."
"Sometimes those things take on a life of their own," Hawthorne added.
"They are alive, in their own way. Some of the most powerful storms are almost sentient," Tempest said quietly. "All devas work with powers we can direct, but not control."
Note: Tempest is a Pukifee Dony who arrived about six weeks before I was expecting her. I'm not complaining, though.
Bonus shot - Tempest in action a couple of nights ago.