Zoe Beringer said
Zoe kicked her toe spikes into the snow flicking the white powder up and over. The points along her sole made soft metallic noises as they met with the solid ice below. Usually the movement would become almost robotic after the the first few meters, but her newly acquired companions seemed to practically float over the snow and her it was hard to concentrate with the oppressive duo behind her. She couldn't stand this unknown any longer; turning on her heels, Zoe faced Drac and Micheal. "What is going on here? Even the most experienced Sherpas have struggled with loads and snow depth at this level." Her heart beat quickened with the anticipation of the confrontation, but it was her habit to ask questions she didn't want answers to.
Drac sighs.
"You caught me red handed......I am more than your normal human." Drac says as he picks up a snow ball and throw it at Zoe, but instead of hitting her it floats in front of her stomach.
"I....dabble in the magic arts." Drac says cautiously.