Marien stomped her foot angrily and folded her hands over her chest. Her Spirit Armor dissipated. Immediately, the wind blew in her face and pulled on the hems of her clothing.
"I don't get it… But I will. Lead on, Frozen Balance!"
Reynard winced.
'Damn it! Well, now I can't just leave her standing here! I wanted to get a moment to think without the wind…'
Reluctantly, Reynard followed Marien's example and braced for the cold.
"Follow me," Frozen Balance said, flying to another distant tree.
Reynad and Marien did. They covered their faces with their hands as much as they could against the wind, but it was still freezing. Even with their physique, enhanced by magic above that of ordinary mortals, Reynard feared that they would get frostbite sooner or later.
The swishing of wind in their ears and the push of air in their mouths made it almost impossible to speak, so neither of the magi tried.
They pondered on the puzzle of Frozen Balance's question on their own.
