Alina wrinkles her nose at the sheet of ice covering her body and pinning a large portion of her hair to the floor.
"If this is an invitation to talk bondage, mi cariño, I thought this wouldn't be a talk we had with the whole team refereeing." The ice on the floor around her crackles and breaks, and she floats upward and onto her feet, as delicately as a snowflake.
...And then immediately crashes to the floor again, shattering the ice and giggling like she's heard the world's best joke.
"Vertical is not happening today," she observes as the few soap bubbles that haven't popped or shattered turn into dead moths. Whatever she's doing, she doesn't seem to be casting spells -- not like she usually does, at any rate.
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