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Bradamante gave a feeble slap to the loop of water around her wrist. It was enough to release the binding between them.
Rogero was now free to work quickly.
She was in danger of collapsing any moment. He recognized the watery eyes, the unsteady sway.
With a sweep of his hand into the wind he created a plush cushion of air that he slipped underneath her. She fell back onto it almost immediately, and lay hovering off of the ground.
Rogero surveyed the area around them. Plenty of materials. He could make something here.
Something that would impress his fellow sorcerer.
With a coaxing motion from first his left hand, then his right, he began gathering what he needed. Thick boughs of spruce from the nearby woods. Large rocks from the hillside to his right. Mud to seal between the ston
