Cloud waves churned high above, but the moonlight was bright. Pure rain poured down in torrents, striking Sky Island and hissing into white vapor across the warm earth.
"A special composition of moisture." Jiang Han extended a hand holding a small test tube beyond the umbrella's cover to collect a sample.
She licked her lips slightly, watching the liquid slowly accumulate inside the tube.
The one-piece stocking over her hand gradually turned transparent.
Priscilla, who was holding the umbrella over her, smiled and pulled her hand back just as Jiang Han turned around in puzzled confusion.
The smiling Ghost Witch snapped her fingers, and the rainwater gathered into threads that streamed into the test tube, filling it to the brim.
She pointed at the test tube and said:
"We're Witches."
"Physics is more romantic." Jiang Han showed no sign of surprise as she unhurriedly fitted a stopper onto the test tube.
There were plenty of strange people among Witches.
Priscilla nodded in agreement.
"Compared to magic, I also prefer using physical methods to brew coffee."
Having watched Jiang Han finish collecting her samples, Priscilla looked toward the Ghost Dragons at work. These creatures, as lazy as Cat Lamps, were reluctantly using magic to lift heavy blocks of stubborn wood for processing and polishing at the call of a floating Ghost Dragon Witch.
This rainwater definitely contained some trait with an extremely low ignition point. Whiterun Island's surface had the sort of warmth one got from underfloor heating, but it was nowhere near hot enough for raindrops to vaporize the instant they fell... Jiang Han put away her test tube.
She had an idea. If the structure of this rainwater, with its extremely low ignition point, was stable enough to become a magical model, it could completely replace most rainwater formed