The white glow surrounding tiny Blake steadily turned a light green as Vixen's foot approached the ground where the mage stood. Looking in his pocket, Blake quickly realized that one of his emergency tomes was responsible for the strange luminescence. Before he could even act, the shrunken boy was lifted by a sudden gale, and the wind seemed to spiral out of control, tossing Blake to and fro as if he were caught in a tornado.
Vixen felt a light breeze around her, then saw what appeared to be a black bug being carried around by the gust. "Eh, must be my nerves..." she decided, making her way toward Ms. Solar's homeroom for class.
Blake resisted the urge to puke, despite being stuck in a dizzying windstorm which he couldn't focus enough to dissipate. Much to his horror, Vixen had already vanished from the hallway -- presumably to a classroom at this point. What the tiny mage failed to consider was that his loose wind magic was starting to wear off. Blake learned this the hard way as he felt himself enter a free-fall...
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