[The responding wind from the Traveler's song draws a soft laugh from her. It was like wind magic...perhaps that was how they had flown earlier. Giving a short, curt whistle as a request for silence, and a warning, along with as a sort of 'watch this', Sabriel repeats the earlier low whistle infused with Charter magic, following the note with a trill that slowly rose in pitch.
Rising with the call of her whistle the wind circles closer around the Traveler before filling its cloak and lifting it slowly and gently into the air on a pillar of wind.]
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Rising with the call of her whistle the wind circles closer around the Traveler before filling its cloak and lifting it slowly and gently into the air on a pillar of wind.]
♪～ ♫♫♫♫♫♫~!