Unfortunately, Val's expression grew more and more irritated. "I am a creature of wind. I cannot stand that it is not at my beck and call any longer!". As it stood... rather, laid in wait there, the intended casting now rested as more a trap than anything else.

In her frustration, and carelessness, an entirely unrelated skele-man caught flame.

"Ugh, disgusting fire!"

The next enemy to approach her companion would be caught in the wind trap protecting her at least.

"And by the way..." Her tone was much less pleasant, but by no fault Selen's, "Despite that I might only be six years old, I'm quite far from being a child."