Here is hoping no one decided running across a poorly-iced lake was a wise decision. Or that they could tell where the lake border begins.

Ysalwen remains silent on that point, though. Just follows Liranan back out into the blustery wind.

"Hold on a second, I can -- "

It's easier this time, casting the spell to still the winds. And if she exerts her will just that tiniest bit more --

Maybe she can push the boundary out another ten feet. It's something.

"There."