“Vine,” Silverwind replied, stressing the hated contraction of her name in such a way that she was glad he had not yet heard Candle call her “Seaweed”, “I believe we had that discussion years ago.”
“Sorry,” she apologized quickly. Then she pressed on in a more serious manner. “It is possible, though, isn’t it?”
“Most things are possible, Oceanvine,” Silverwind replied absently. “What did you have in mind?”
“Weather control. The stories say you can control the weather.”