Blood and Smoke

"The last time he was in the wild," Nicholai said simply "He was almost killed by his own kind for what he was." Alder was technically a familiar, even though he didn't have any powers or such. He made up for it in his human-level, and then some, intelligence. "At this point, he could probably kill all the other chimps, and every other predator in a forest, but he claims he's "not a savage beast of the forest."" Moving on from the subject, he then asked "So, when do you think you would want to start your training?"

Bahati blinked slowly, and said "I've got a handful of centuries left in my lifetime, Zephyr. So, I'm tailoring this to you. We can start today, at whatever hour you wish, for an hour. Best not to work you like a horse yet, cause you look like a daisy could knock you over." Of course she exaggerated, but the point was that they were going to start slow as not to overwhelm Zephyr. "Are these creatures able to look after themselves while you're gone? That being, I don't think this setting is good for training, novice or not."

Nicholai watched the creatures stir upon realizing that Zephyr was leaving. Sighing, he turned to Alder and signed to him. Stay here. The chimp grumbled softly, but did stay, still in possession of one of the Witcher's pistols. It was unlikely for something to get in, but not impossible. And, a lot of unfortunate things had been happening lately. Nicholai briefly hugged his companion before moving to leave the flat, wrinkling his nose when he passed the Hellhound puppy. Bahati followed suit, briefly pausing by the pup to pet him before exiting the area.

Bahati was quiet for a moment, but eventually answered with "There's nowhere near here we can even practice without being seen or destroying something, so I'll be doing a little teleporting." A hand peeked out from her cloak, covered in a black glove, and she snapped her fingers. "That quick, and no pain. And yes, we're able to get back here."

Bahati tilted her head, then reached out. Four arms sprouted from under her cloak, three latching onto Nicholai, Zephyr and the Hellhound puppy. The arms were actually a yellow color with black spots, like some sort of bug. The fourth arm reached up, and snapped. Before one knew it, they were somewhere else. In a flat, plain of an area, with some forestry nearby. Taking her hands off of the males, she looked up as Ukuduma suddenly poofed into view, smiling widely. And yes, he still had Zephyr's teacup, which he held out to the witch with an apologetic smile.

"My homeland," Bahati answered simply "Best you not know the details." Her arms retracted back under her cloak, and she started walking again. Nicholai took opportunity to look around, questioning "This isn't exactly it. Not from what I remember."

"That's because you trespassed into my village without an escort."

"Because your people were stealing children."

Bahati snorted, but said nothing. "We shall wait. They probably already know that we're-" Then, she paused when Nicholai pointed, turning her attention to approaching figures. Atop three horses were figures dressed similar to Bahati, cloaked with nothing showing except their eyes. And one of them had eight eyes. They said nothing, but did stare suspiciously over at Zephyr, angry clicking noises sounding when Nicholai causally took out his pistol, standing close to the younger witch. Bahati held up a hand, and the creatures backed off, grudgingly turning to lead them to who knew where.

"Besides healing magic," Bahati questioned "What else do you even have an ounce of experience with? Any random spasms of magic?"

"Involuntary bouts of magic usually describe what the subject is made for," Bahati said as they walked, Ukuduma perching on her head "That exploding teacup probably means you have some sort of destructive magic, more or less. And, I told you about that druid boy the other day because of that storm that randomly popped up in a clear sky when you grew angry, with me or whatever reason."
A short time passed before they reached what was obviously a civilization. It made one think of some sort of medieval tribe, trees, leaves and rocks used to their advantage, carts and stalls set up. The folk that we're there were a bit... different. A range of bipedal insects, arachnids and more, dressed in armor or cloaks.
"What is this?" one called out, having noticed them approaching "His blood smells like the Witcher Witch's!" A mean-looking ant walked over with his buddies, antennae quivering. "You can't have him here! That is bad for us!" The creatures already approached Zephyr, but backed up when Nicholai raised his pistol to them, brows bent. "Back up," he growled dangerously.
"Enough," Bahati spoke "Khan, this boy is not like his father, or I would not have agreed to take him in. You are welcome to watch the training, which is probably going to be very boring, but if you make a move on this witch, it is both my and this Witcher's job to see that you're killed."

Bahati led them past the angry creatures, who did indeed follow, just to make sure Zephyr didn't actually do anything. Soon, they found themselves in an area where those, very few, individuals with magic in the village go for training. If anything, it looked like some sort of arena, but decorated with various objects and obstacles. "Everyone else, out of the area, and find a spot to sit on the sidelines." Bahati started shooing everyone out and to the sidelines where they could watch, Nicholai grudgingly herding the Hellhound puppy out.
"The first thing you need to learn," Bahati decided "Is how to get out of that phase of involuntary magic. We can sit you under some storm clouds, or pelt you with things until you do something." Tryable methods needed to go anywhere at that point cause Zephyr couldn't exactly do what was needed for Bahati to categorize him in terms of skill except for healing.

Bahati sighed, and removed her mask. It revealed what looked vaguely like a bee, except with large white eyes instead of dark ones. Antennae flat against her head popped up, twitching as she pulled off her cloak, showing her yellow, black-spotted, four-armed figure. Her body was actually furry except for her face, forearms and the bottoms of her feet. Time to get to work. "I tend not to take clueless students, but I can't back out on you now I suppose. Your ignorance just confirms your nature." A flick of one of her arms caused clouds to turn gray, and thunder to roar loudly. Then, a bolt of lightning popped out of nowhere, striking oddly, and dangerously close to Zephyr.

"Think about mimicking my intentions," Bahati said simply "Make involuntary voluntary." She fisted one hand, and lightning struck again, catching her hand. Yet, it didn't explode in carnage, rather sticking to her arm, coiling around it for a moment before disappearing in a pop. "At the very least get lightning to strike down. Nothing fancy is needed yet."

The Bug People who were watching jumped in surprise, whispers breaking out like fire. Bahati looked at the charring from the bolt, antennae quivering with what could be satisfaction. "Better than I expected. Try again, and this time try to not fall on your a**." Another swish of her hand caused lightning to strike and char one of the objects set about the area. "And if lightning drains too much, just stick to dealing with the clouds at least. If you can't command clouds, then you can't bring forth a storm." Simple tasks for now, to see how Zephyr even grew in such magic. Everyone had their own style.

A few of the bolts had gotten quite close to the crowd, who shrieked in surprise. Bahati tried to approach Zephyr, but stopped when terrified shrieks turned to angry shouts. "See, he's dangerous!" the same ant from earlier called "He nearly got a few of us!"

"He got scared of something!" Nicholai snapped "He didn't do it on purpose!"

"Of course he did!" someone shouted "Didn't you see him a second ago! Burn him!"

Nicholai attempted to get in a few more words, but they wouldn't listen, some of the crowd jumping into the arena and heading right for the young witch. Bahati tried to get close enough to teleport him, but a large beetle stood in her way. Another villager got close to Zephyr, but his face exploded in a mess of black guck, Nicholai having popped a bullet through the back of his head before dodging the swipe of someone's giant claw. Within seconds, everyone in the area had zeroed in on the four individuals who had not meant any harm. Bahati was only able to protect Zephyr from afar though, putting a done of lightning around him to keep him from getting snatched or killed while she and Nicholai tried to punch a whole in the crowd for escape.

The mass of lightning caused everyone to be knocked over, but the first ones up were Bahati and Nicholai. Bahati told Nicholai to go find Zephyr, letting Ukuduma accompany him just in case anyone tried to attack them. The witch was to stay behind and try and keep the crowd from leaving and hunting Zephyr, which they very well wanted to do.
So, Nicholai and Ukuduma left the area, also taking Zephyr's Hellhound. The small group of friendlies, all worried, were now searching the the mix of plain and forest, hoping that nothing got to the witch by the time they found him. Soon, the angry cries and curses were null, and it was mostly silence except for whatever animal was moving or calling out in its native tongue.

Nicholai and Ukuduma caught up a few seconds later, looking up at Zephyr. "And what will you accomplish out here?" the Witcher questioned simply "Besides give the folk back there the satisfaction of your fear?" The longer they stayed, where they could be sensed, the angrier and more bloodthirty the villagers would probably get. "Come down so Bahati can see about taking you home."