[Athilea Majiri]

She pushed herself to her knees. The girl hesitated in peeking her head over the post. Her hair, she though, might be a give away. After a while she did though, and immediately there was a warning about people in the wagon.

Some of the bandits made their way towards the wagon calling out to them, trying to get them to come out of it. Immediately the air around them became cold. She wove the little bit of moister in the air to turn them into small, sharp crystals of ice that she hurled at them.

((Yeah, it's nice to make unexpected twists sometimes to though.))