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[hottestrogue]

Mick grits his teeth during her little speech, but he doesn't say anything back. Instead, he takes a deep breath. "Sorry." It is his own issues he is projecting, he knows that much. Or rather issues with Len's father. He shakes his head.

"I'd like to learn something like that." But he knows he can't. But a guy can dream, right?

[stormandwind]

"Some worlds' magic can be learned by anyone, rather than being inherent." She makes absolutely no mention that she can store her magic in threads and sell or give them to people. Cold got a bit of glacial cold from her for Christmas, for instance, and she sells winds to ships' captains. Tris doesn't trust Mick enough to offer him that. You don't hand fire to an arsonist, and she thinks he was that even before Horseriver's compulsion ever hit him.

"My magic is inherent, but I'm dependent on what's around me, in general. I found a way around that by braiding weather and geological phenomena into my hair to carry with me." And she always restocks when they make port; if there isn't an abundance of options locally, Clark flies her around the world.

[hottestrogue]

Mick's been a firebug his entire life, after all, he set the fire that ended up killing his family when he was fourteen. He didn't intend to do it but... He nods. "I've gotten that much, in my world... well, it's complicated." He isn't going to ask her for lessons, she wouldn't give them to him anyway even if she could.

So he shrugs. "Could you actually make things with the glass and then let the glass cool?" Change of topics.