[center][color=6B4D8A][h2][u] Ysilla Al-Nader [/u][/h2][/color][/center]
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The excitement was over almost as soon as it began. Her companions were moving on and the silent puppeteer, Ysilla, followed in silence. Her cloak pulled around to cover her so only her face had to bear the worst of the cold this night. She would have been fine making the trek in silence but her companions were quick to break into conversation. They each had their musings of exchanging bits of themselves. Most were uninteresting topics to her aside from the novelty of just how each person acted. Ayla's infectious positivity was drawing the others to her like moths to a flame. It made sense, being a moth herself, but it was intriguing to watch from afar... even though Ysilla's mood drifted to jealousy. Those moths could find their own flame.

Speaking of the others, they mostly left Ysilla alone. Her sister was obvious but the others, at least Ysilla suspected, were disarmed by the fact she never liked to talk. She'd even let questions asked of her go by unanswered if she counted them as the "small talk" sort. It wasn't out of malice but rather there was nothing interesting or revealing about a person in small talk. It was another border put in place to protect people from revealing who they truly were. A waste of time. That's what made Ayla more appealing to her. The girl [i]loved[/i] to talk, putting others at ease, and it apparently never bothered the little lioness that Ysilla didn't talk back. Might have even enhanced their relationship in a way, but that was Ysilla's belief rather than a fact. 

So when she offered nothing in response to the Snakewood suggestion, they understood each other, at least Ysilla hoped. Her smile was the bridge she created to express her interest. Snakewood could be used as a medium for a puppet although the pattern would be utilized with a snake. The only wooden snake puppets she knew of were the ones constructed out of many segmented pieces allowing the figure to slither. The issue was that the segments were spaced out with nothingness in between them, like a snake's skeletal structure. That was the only way it could move, though maybe you could...

[i][color=FFE4B5]"Sand Wyrm!"[/color][/i]

Sand Wyrm?

That wasn't good judging from the tone shift from the jovial mood earlier. Some of them knew this was [i]bad[/i]. Ysilla's mind went to planning escape for a moment before Ayla brought her attention in. [i]Dança-Alsahra[/i] A game? Curious time to be-oh. It made sense. A character in a play might often make a connection to something that they are familiar with if it helps them in a given situation. 

Instructions on what to do next came. Bigger was something she could do. The school of Magnetic magic had been her mainstay for years now. She practiced on always sensing and maintaining her creations around her. She naturally had a sense, like a magnetic pull, where her puppets were and could relate that to actual magnetic objects. At this stage, Ysilla's range was about fifty meters to sense magnetic objects and buried in the sand she could feel all sorts of natural or lost material that fit the description. Necessary because Ysilla believed Ayla didn't just want size but weight, too. While Kaspar drew sand, Ysilla drew all the objects buried around them. Remnants of weaponry and armor, buried stones, and all others she could find buried around them were pulled from the sand and offered to their enlarging tuning fork.

When her part was done, Ysilla stifled her breathing and did her best to remain upright but keeping her cloak closed, her legs wobbled in weakness from the draw threatening to give out. It was her natural reaction when exerting herself, like the first thing to go would be her sense of balance.

She did her part, however, and now it was to them. Watching carefully as Ayla's plan was enacted before being left to stand perfectly still amid her weak knees...