Clearing her throat she asked, "Can I have my glass cup?"
He burst into laughter.
"You can't ask out loud, ma Joie. Do you want people to look at you weirdly? And you can't ask for the cup. You have to ask for the energy to make it, for it to help you meld it, and bend it. 'Can I have my glass cup?' That's rich." Once again, he burst into another bout of laughter.
Pouting, she sucked in a deep breath and thought about the cup and its mass, and then Air, and its energies.
She felt it then. She could feel the hugeness of Air and the power emanating from it. She could remember feeling like this before. In moments of anxiety when she was panicking and frantically seeking a way out. What if this was one of the Elements reaching out to her. Well, she knew it wasn't going to ask her this time either, so she asked it.
"I need to make a glass cup. Can you help me please?"
