Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-34818102-20190525013000/@comment-38232361-20190603180640

Mirabelle looks at the piece of frost in her hand, studying it closely for inspiration. She could see that it hasn't even melted a little, infact it looks a little bigger than before. ''Well, it's magic ice. That's probably normal.'' She noted how it wasnt a solid sheet like how she first though ice was, but many tiny shrds woven together in intricate and unique patterns. She decided to use this new observation to help her next attempt. She closed her eyes and focused. She thought of little tiny crystals of ice weaving together across the waters surface. She tried searching for that same feeling from before. She started to feel the sensation again when...

"How's your progress my little pupil?"

Mirabelle jumped up in her seat and felt a jolt of that energy leap out as a tall pillar of frozen spikes erupted from the bucket and broke through the roof.