[PQ] this fate is well deserved

M  A   E    A I talked to God to no avail Said, "If you won't save me, please don't waste my time." Maea nodded back to Sunjata upon noticing his gratitude, but did not pause to chat. Maintaining her supports over such an extended period of time was taking quite the toll on her. Even though she seemed to only stand at the center of the room and stare, sweat was beading on her forehead and the fists were closed tight in quiet strain. Noticing Quanil slip, her gaze dropped to the floor. Found it glistening with damp, or perhaps a thin sheet of ice. Sucking in a breath she made a useless gesture at it, prying off a sorely needed bit of focus to subtly alter the structure of the ice coating the floors. To give it more friction, grip - become the kind of ice that sucked the step in rather than send it skidding. ------- Maea alters the structure of the ice on the floor, trying to offer better grip for those walking on it. She's starting to get tired from using so much mastered magic.