"Moira!" Lucas struggles momentarily against his bonds, then refocuses, closing his eyes, and calling on the tiny bit of weather magic he knows, a sweeping fog rolling under the door nearest her. Indoors, its not much, but might haze her view a little and force her to extend herself further.
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