[h3][color=bedded][b][center] Thomas Richard Harrison [/center][/b][/color][/h3]
[center][indent][color=bedded][i]Location:[/i][/color] Flooded Cave.
[color=bedded][i]Interacting with:[/i][/color] Water [/indent][/center]

Is water wet? True, that water was covered and saturated with itself, however are the boundaries so clear?
Can something that cannot ever be not wet truly be wet? Where does the water end and water begin?
The many mysteries of water.

The wall on the border melted. Glorious ice turning into fleeting water, cold water which did not creep its way through the camp, but rather like a small tsunami engulf it all. Quite a startle to the skin, and certainly soaked his robes, to which Thomas sprang up from his seated meditation. A quick note of the ice wall having melted down explained it all, he probably should have had melted it all down earlier, the heat to evaporate all the waters. But all magic seemed to have a price, and the price for protection was, as it appeared being completely chilled by ice water. 

Perhaps it would be a good time to take leave. The fire's out, and Sana seems to be awake from what Thomas could see so far off from the group. That or Keystone was just doing his morning callisthenic lifts with a person.