Kieron watched his hands for a minute, too, then looked ahead of himself instead. He picked the stick back up and absently twirled it between his fingers. What finally did it for him? How could he get it to make sense to Li?

"Ever just wanted to push something over?" he asked, albeit a little on the quiet side, "Like, a light pole outside your window when you're trying to sleep?

Or, hey, more extreme. Someone's making fun of you, and you'll get in trouble if you go over and push him yourself, but who's going to make the wind stay after class? Just think, if you could actually get the wind to stay in your hand, you could make it go wherever you wanted."

If Li was paying attention? All the better. If not, it didn't matter.