"Did you ever noticed how the weather would get colder when you were upset, or that
if you were angry or crying the temperature dropped, the wind blew and it started
snowing?" Joshua's tone was still icy.
"No! There was nothing like that to notice! Well, maybe the temperature, but I thought
that was just a coincidence."
"You haven't cried or gotten angry in the last fifty years, just a little upset. Is that what
you're telling me?"
"I live by myself Joshua! What was there to cry or get angry about? It would be idiotic
of me to get so upset at myself, and there was never anyone else to get mad at. Besides,
I'm human. I couldn't influence the weather if I tried."
"Try Mara. Make it hail."
"But - I - I can't do that!"
"You can and you have Mara. Now do it again. Close your eyes if you have to."
Mara stared incredulously at Joshua. Is he crazy? I may not age anymore, and control
the winds, but I'm still human. Controlling weather is not something that humans can
do. Mara looked down at where her hands were plunged into the snow. Mara could
feel the temperature, and knew that it was very cold outside, but her skin was
goose-bump free. She lifted a hand and looked at it. There was no trace of blue on her
fingers, every single one was a warm, healthy pink. Though it is true that I really
should be freezing right now. Normally I should be halfway to hypothermia, but, I'm not.
Mara closed her fist and sat back on her heels. The snow was still piling, though slowly,
and came up to her waist as she sat. Mara held her fist, looking down at no point in
particular by her knees. I can't make it hail anymore than I was able to make it snow last
night and today. Mara closed her eyes, still thinking. Joshua seems to think that I did
make it snow. It's impossible. But he's never lied to me before. There's a first time for
everything I suppose, so he could be lying. But he's not the type to just make up such
a ridiculous story. Unless he's gone crazy. Mara opened her eyes again. She looked up
at Joshua, who hadn't moved, and was waiting for her to decide what to do. So Joshua is
either a liar, or a lunatic, or he's telling the truth. Mara looked back down, closing her
eyes once more. I want to believe in Joshua. Can I really make it hail?