The sensation of the lightning streaming around her skin astonished her. Her skin prickled, and her heart beat violently in her breast. Her vision swam blue; her ears were filled with the humming sound of a thousand bowstrings. Uban lifted his hands, and the lightning swirled into his hands, leaving her trembling.

"I merely struck the aether between the knife and myself against each other, and you did the rest. It's fascinating, you have a natural talent with magic. You grammar as fast as you can think, but only to summon lightning." Still shaking, she sat on a log. Catching her breath, she said, "Master mages can through grammars alone, and so can school taught mages with access to, oh. I don't know the word for it... Telescope? Special telescopes that let magic work better. And trying to force the weather is a dangerous thing." She scowled, thinking about the runaway storms that had pounded the city, the funerals she'd gone to when a mage was torn apart by magic. "But I can help you control your magic, and show you new ways to use it." Standing up, she swung her arms above her head and stretched. 

"So, you ready to keep going?" Reaching into the pocket of her britches, she withdrew a lead medallion she had stamped herself the night before. One face was inscribed with a cipher, the other, a triangle inside a circle, with two lines going through it.

"Don't over exert yourself, but go ahead and try to hit this."