Timestamp: Spring of 45, 517 AV
Nya loved the book James brought her. It was all about weather and certainly a surprise to her. He’d liked the shipment of leather she’d sent from Syka and said he had sold it well, so her reward was indeed a new book along with the payment. The Kelvic paid him for it, of course, but she was touched he’d seen it and thought of her. And so, as soon as she’d had time, Nya had snuck away and found a shaded spot along Treasure Beach and had opened it to read. Nya thumbed through it, carefully studying the illustrations and starting to see the clouds in a whole new way. Initially she’d thought of breezes and zephyrs and even little storm winds as just things… but the truth was they were as alive as anything else in the world. Was the weather the same way?
The Kelvic wanted to know more about weather, not just for the sake of the knowledge, but for being able to survive Syka easier. She knew she was adapting here well, even thriving, but she still had a craving for knowledge and wanted to learn more. Nya was certain nature itself provided the knowledge she needed to know what was coming in regards to weather. It all fit together. Plants, animals, insects, clouds… even Leth in the night sky. The people of Mizahar spent their days outdoors. It came from a time when no one could go outside and everyone lived underground. And while they lived outside, they devised ways to predict the weather and stay safe. Fisherman had to know if it was safe to sail out and fish. Farmers had to know what was coming for their crops. The list went on and on. Syka wasn’t immune either. Nya knew that being able to read the warning signs that the world provided had the short and long term benefits to increase her chance of survival. If she knew a major storm was brewing and one big enough she couldn’t do her Zulrav sworn work, she could get to shelter or even build one if necessary. If there was a likelihood of something being inundated with floodwaters, she could get to high ground.
Nya opened the book and started reading… “The most accurate way to predict weather without a Konti Seer or the Divination Gnosis of Avalis is to look to the sky.” Nya paused and glanced up. “The clouds, the moon, the direction the wind blows, and even the air pressure is directly related to incoming weather.” Nya nodded thoughtfully before she continued reading. “Paying attention to changes in the sky and knowing how to read those changes gives you the advanced warning on what is to come and enables you to prepare.” Nya glanced up again. A stray breeze tussled her hair, inviting her to play, but the Kelvic ignored it.
Her mother had an old saying… “Red Sky at night, becomes a sailor’s delight. Red sky in the morn, sailors take warning.” Nya knew that what the book saying was true. She wondered why and flipped through the book looking for the answer. There was none that she could see. And frustrated she started going through the book a second and third time until a shadow was cast upon her. Nya had heard no one approaching and so she looked up startled.
Randal stood there smiling. “James gave you the weather book I see. What are you tearing through it and muttering about? Do you like it?” Nya smiled, stood up, and closed the book. She explained the saying to him and told him she couldn’t find the answer in the book. Randal nodded. He glanced at the sky and then back at Nya.
"I do like it. The sketches of clouds really help! But I can't find this answer." Nya half grumbled, still smiling at Randal.
It seemed he knew the answer. “That’s because the red sky is caused by Syna’s light passing through dust in the air which tends to build up in front of the air pressure getting high which causes good weather. In the morning, the red sky occurs when Syna’s rays pass through moisture in the air which means low pressure is coming on and a storm is on its way. That's why the evening red of the sunset is a brilliant almost ruby color and the sunrise is more orange... the tones are totally different.” Randal answered abruptly. He’d spent too much time around James, who often spouted the saying in some form or another.
Nya smiled, glad of the knowledge. “You are better than a book.” She claimed, and then asked him why he was there.