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A hot-air balloon appears in the sky over Texas, the only occupants being a man and his hare.

Lee peers down over the edge, eyebrows raised.

"Huh."

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Oh, hey. All of a sudden there's a -- well, a big thing full of hot air that's messing up the pattern of moisture. (Or, well, that's altering it. Even after months here, Bayami has to keep reminding herself that this world's weather doesn't follow any kind of outside plan that she can sense.)

Say hi to this bemused-looking floating girl, Lee, because she's approaching your balloon with a speed balanced nicely between caution and curiosity.

"Whoa!" His hand drops to his pistol, but he doesn't do anything regrettable even as far as drawing it. "How're you doing that?"

She startles a little at his exclamation, pausing in mid-air, but it would be a lie to say that she knows what he's talking about. See, she's been able to fly all her -- for the sake of an argument let's call it a -- life. And, Shatterverse being Shatterverse, no-one's been surprised enough by that ability to give her any idea of it being unusual.

Big wide eyes. After a second or two, she even remembers to vocally ask: "Doing what?"

"Flying on your own", he says warily. "Ain't never seen a witch could do it without a broom."

We're sorry, but Lee might as well stop someone in the street and ask them how come they can walk. It just strikes Bayami as a silly question.

"That's flying on its own," she counters, pointing at the balloon.

...Bayami hasn't been introduced to physics. She probably wouldn't get along with them anyhow.

"With help", he points out. "What's keeping you up?"

"I don't want to go down."

The narration promises that she isn't trying to be annoying.

"So... you are a witch?"

"No," she says doubtfully. Well, she hasn't had many opportunities to actually meet witches, but she's fairly sure that she doesn't qualify.

Then again, she has picked up the different-universes thing from one place or another.

"...do you mean a different kind of witch?"

Communication: not Bayami's strong point.

"Ain't no one in my world can be without their daemon but a witch." He pauses, considering. "What's your kind of witch?"

The daemon comment goes completely over her head. Sure, they have demons (shh, she can't tell it's spelled differently) in her world, but she's never heard of anyone owning one, unless maybe they were the owner of a particularly vicious circus.

"Someone who can do something, but it can actually happen miles away and the witch only has to do it to something right next to them."

(What did we just say about communication?)

Lee has to think that one through for a moment.

"So... they can link up one thing and another?"

"I think so. I don't know how it works," she admits.

She's had plenty of time for distant observation, but there's only so much observation can really teach you.

"Cain't be a witch yourself, then." He's a little stuck on this, but then he lets it go. "Name's Lee, and this here's Hester."

"Hello."

See, her infrequent visits to the Cooper farm have taught her some social graces! It doesn't mean she's suddenly a great conversationalist, but it's a start.

"I'm Bayami."

"Right nice to meet you, Bayami." He gestures to the basket. "Wanna get in?"

Blink.

Big wide eyes.

"Is it going somewhere?"

"Sure it is. Don't know where, but it's going somewhere."

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