[ Tate shrugs, noncommittal, but he's more and more aware that he needs to double down on being interesting or worthwhile if he wants to keep Tate's attention. He seems interested by the... magic, at least, which he can play up, if he needs to. It's hard to answer his question - his powers were all brand new to him when they were listed one after the other on his arrival, but seeing them felt like they were his own. Like he'd finally scratched an itch and unlocked something in him that was always there. A birthmark that had always been there that he hadn't ever seen. ]

From home.

[ Maybe. He inches forward, looking at Tate, trying to study every reaction he makes. ]

I can make it snow. Hail. Rain. I can make things happen, and I can make people... do things. I don't, but I can. And... sometimes there are, uh... birds?