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Marisol's teeth chattered in the frigid wind. Her robes billowed out around her as they moved rapidly forward. Dang it. The eleven year-old's spells were growing weaker, for her arms were getting tired.
She distantly heard Beverly cheer her on. Aw, shucks! She felt a bit stronger and got back into the groove of things. Mari found that she could ignore the called if she pretended it didn't exist.
"Thanks!" Marisol shouted out to Beverly.
The firing stopped and Beverly would have wondered if one of two behind her had fallen off if it wasn't for robes flowing everywhere. It was getting colder the faster the Granian sped up. Being in the front, Beverly got most of the hit, but she was riding a winged horse. She could brave through it.
She heard Marisol's thanks and grinned to herself. A little encouragement could go a long way. Though, Beverly likes using those ways for other kinds of gain. As for this one, she didn't want to get hit by a snowball and get thrown off the Granian.
"You can hold on to me," she called back. The firstie was probably bouncing all sorts of ways seeing how small she was. "And--"
She didn't get to finish. There was a bank of snow AND a snowball heading their way. She gripped the reins tight. "We're going to jump, guys." Meaning hold on tight and DON'T FALL. "And get that snowball!"
She ducked just in case Cutty got more ideas of stabbing things with his wand.