lokuri

((OOC: I'm going to quickly reply to Cyr and lead everyone to the academy. o.o And I just learned that "arsed" has another meaning (bothered, right?) ))

Niola knew that the grand ability Cyr used on Dzi in order to help him win the battle inside his mind had drained him of a lot of energy. It was probably expecting too much for him to at least put his hand in hers so that she could pull him to his feet. Even if she did, he would most likely tumble back down on the ground, his numb legs unable to support the weight of his body. However, Niola could obey his request and turn him until his face wasn't forced into the ground, which she did. When Cyr's face was finally in view, though, there were patches of dirt and grass stains scattered along his face. Seeing such a sight brought another round of laughter on her part.

"There, better now?" Niola asked in a joking voice, trying her best not to giggle too much at his face. "Now, how about we head over to the academy and wait for the others? They might not find us here, but there might be a chance that they go looking for us there, right?"

Niola glanced over at Dzi, and then back to Cyr. There was no way they could make it to the academy, unless someone helped them. At that thought, Niola inhaled a lot of breathe...slowly...and closed her eyes. Her arms outstretched to both of them, and she found her feet gliding over to a space of land that placed her in the middle of them. Then, what should feel like a cushion of whirling wind rushed underneath Dzi and Cyr, like a geyser ready to explode at any second, sprouted from many directions, all merging at a single point. Instead of shooting in the sky and being tossed in some random location, though, the wind curled around each of them and grabbed them in an oval shaped current of wind. Invisible strings directed by Niola allowed her to left them up a bit, so that they hovered a few feet over the ground. Such an ability might seem magnificent, but Niola felt like it was a spell designed to drain the energy of the person who casted it; every second that ticked by left her a little weaker than before.

"L-let's hurry!"

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