@Dark Light"While we choose to reject many of the technologies of the rest of the world we cannot deny their functionality, here is a lesson for you to learn in your own time. How does 75 tonnes of steel remain in the sky and how does that differ to your technique."The question was swiftly jotted down in the journal. The answer was simple enough - perfectly balancing the center of mass of the steel against the strength of each part of its support structure, which more or less was exactly what she did when she hovered. As a child, she had learned from her father the basics of physics while watching and listening as he fixed the stone walls, wooden and thatched roof, and doorways of the stable and the main farmhouse - which is exactly where she got the idea for hovering in the first place.
She smiled - those lessons from her father were from before her head injury, and the memory was one of the clearest she had, so even though she wanted to remember the question being asked, she didn't need to refer to the earlier portions of the book like she had with almost everything else.
"First we inflate the pool." he says handing her the crumpled rubber.
Obediently, Brunhilde funneled a gust of air into the pool's air intake nozzle, inflating it in seconds. She lightly tapped the stopper on the intake port with her foot, closing it.
"Then we need to fill it with water. But... It needs to be the water from atop the tower."She raised an eyebrow and looked to the tower. A note in the journal mentioned that she was supposed to take the stairs, annoyingly enough.
"and remember, our class time is limited, the sooner this is ready the more time I have to teach you"She nodded. This sort of thing wouldn't be terribly hard - she was used to helping her family around the farm. Less used to the stairs and the students moving up and down the stairs, but the jug itself wouldn't be a huge problem. At least, assuming the jug itself was even necessary.
She picked up the jug as she assumed she was supposed to, and returned to the top of the tower where she had dumped her things to find the womens' bathroom - which, thankfully, wasn't only intended for a single person, but rather was a respectably sized and fully equipped dormitory bathroom. There were two walls that faced roughly the right direction, with a few small windows with frosted glass. She checked to see if any of the windows could open. The ones near the sinks could, while the ones near the showers couldn't - which was pretty reasonable, she thought. Still, the window was awfully small, and she certainly couldn't do what she needed to with it. She opted to check out the balcony at the common room, where one of the senior students was practicing his flight. She waved to him and he waved back, and she took a look down below at the school grounds, where she was able to see Avarius and the swimming pool - a perfect target.
She returned to the womens' bathroom with the jug and turned on a cold faucet. Nothing particularly special about the water, but directions were directions. A few ideas crossed her mind on how to get the water down the fastest way possible - some of which would only have really made sense were she a water elementalist, such as using air to try to funnel a stream of water down into the pool. The last idea, and the one she liked most, was to turn the water into a fine mist and use air manipulation to guide it into the pool.
She cupped the water in her hand and stepped over to a drain in the middle of the room, where she threw the water into the air, testing a few different shapes of air currents to see what would work best, before settling on a conical vortex like a tornado. A couple layers spinning counter to one another would ensure the water would be scattered finely enough to be moved by the air itself, she found.
Satisfied, she filled the jug, walked to the balcony, and dumped the jug over the rail, straight into the air vortex. It took a bit of concentration to try to gather the winds carrying the resulting mist (as there was quite a lot of it), and she undoubtedly lost a good 40% of the water, but it mostly worked. The real trick was trying to get it to go all the way down to the rubber pool, where she would have difficulty feeling the air.
The gears ticked in her head as the spinning torus of air carrying water vapor hovered over the balcony. Perhaps she wouldn't need to feel the air from near the swimming pool. Might be easier to use a sort of tether as a feeler around the water vapor, so she could feel and instruct the torus as necessary without needing to extend her senses too far. She settled on this solution, and moved a very thin line of air to envelope the torus. Moving two things at once was simple enough - like threading a needle, or playing a guitar.
She used the tether to move the water vapor bundle down to the rubber pool almost as if she were fishing or flying a kite, and guided the water vapor into the pool, where it rapidly condensed into a thin layer of water.
She did this two more times before she decided that it was beyond her to do it efficiently or quickly, and opted to use the jug properly instead. It was a good idea, but she simply wasn't able to manipulate vapor well enough or stretch her manipulation far enough yet. Power wasn't the issue - she had plenty of that, as evidenced by her ability to effortlessly shred hardwood. It was her ability to listen to the air that needed further improvement.
The journal had gotten slightly damp from the water vapor shenanigans, and she wiped off the pages before writing down her (very short) notes on the failed experiment. She filled the jug properly and hovered it down the tower stairs with her, carefully avoiding any accidental collisions with other students or spilling the water. When she got to the ground floor, she skated across the ground as she had done earlier, intending to avoid any 'accidents' the teacher might try to cause. She dumped the water in the pool and returned upstairs, where she refilled the jug, and she repeated the process two more times before the pool was finally full.
Nearly out of breath from literally running up the very long stairs several times in the past several minutes with a jug and a massive book, she looked up to Avarius again.
"Finished. Finally." By the sun's position, the entire process apparently took roughly fifteen minutes - far too long. Were she more skilled, she felt that she could have done it in under three minutes.
