Sabine looked glumly at the grass before her. The more she focussed on breathing, the better she could remember the lesson Meesei referred to. She was excited back then. Not only for surpassing the challenge but also for finally understanding the strange, disparate workings that enabled such magic in the first place. The spell had been second nature for so long that Sabine had almost forgotten all the details. Nevertheless, she felt better about trying again.

Rising up onto her feet, Sabine once again brought her palm up towards the dragon's corpse. She took her time, closing her eyes and concentrating. The telekinesis spell glowed brightly in her hands. After a moment to be secure, Sabine's eyes cracked open and she directed the corpse to rise from the ground. She was momentarily surprised by the comparatively greater share of the weight that she was lifting from before. The staff made a difference to Meesei's magic. Fortunately, there was no outward struggle evident on Sabine's face. She simply focussed for as long as she needed to.

The dead dragon scraped against the soil as its limbs curled and slid down. Its middle very gradually came up from the scorched ground, riding on thin air.