Rain formed a canopy over Gwyneira as she tried to freeze it, expending some of her already very drained reserves as she did so, the ale from earlier, the short naps and food did a bit to recover her mental fatigue though. It took a bit more effort than usual, as salt water froze less readily than pure water.

  In the middle of the spectator stands stood a white 'tent' of ice with the elf huddled under it, a few of the spectators turned to view this spectacle and a few hushed whispers were thrown amongst them.

  [i]'Showoff.' 'Is she the one making it rain?' 'What's she doing?' 'Elves ...expected.' 'Hey, isn't that one of the Healers? Just now...' 'Is that even allowed?' 'She was the one who ousted dear Joshua!!' 'Maybe we should call---'[/i] The rest were simply unbothered or did not notice.

  It was clear that even though spellcraft was recognized here in Alvion, the Ispari academic's approach to dealing with sleet and rain was less than popular with the locals. Even the other healers huddled with the rest or simply went back to their quarters, no ice tents for them.

  Therian remained unfazed by the oddity popping up. He was only left with two guards who were too trying to wipe the water off their eyes yet hold the dignity of seemingly standing at attention. But at least, Gwyneira no longer had salty water stinging her eyes, it was getting harder to see as it is. If she wanted to test if the rain was drugged, now was a peaceful moment [b]to attempt it[/b]. However, she did not feel more tired than she knew she already would be. Little more annoyed, maybe. 

[u][b]How does she do it?[/b][/u]

[@Cyrania]