Board Thread:Roleplaying/@comment-32420582-20150204060459/@comment-5583506-20150206045601

Victoriane landed face-first into the snowdrift a dampened grunt. She probably twisted her wrist by in the collision, but there was little she could do about it except to heal it... as soon as she had gotten herself out of the white, wet mess.

She squeaked miserably as some snow got inside her robes. "Damn you, cold!" she cursed. "Just wait until I invent a spell to turn Skyrim into a tropical oasis!"

She then touched her wrist and healed it to the best of her abilities. She was good at spellcasting, but somehow, she got the distinct feeling that she wasn't nearly as good at creating them. They may had their flaws, but she worked constantly on perfecting them. She just found it hard to find enough volunteers...

She groaned and got herself out of the snowdrift as she started to head back to the college. Maybe the Archmage could give her some advice on what went wrong?

(Who is the Archmage by this time btw?)