Sometimes Lioriley was envious of the variety of abilities mages from other worlds wielded; unrestricted by elemental opposites and soul-alignments. She stared, impressed, at the shield that shimmered to life before her, dark eyes shifting up to Rezo and then over to the treetops once more.

"Thank you." She said, wincing when another rock and an acorn were tossed right at her, instinct making her recoil with a hand on the branch just above her; the objects bouncing off the newly form shield. "How long should this last, in theory?" Aka: how fast should she start gathering leaves.