Her head snapped up, eyeing bundles of the stuff. Sinnet’s horn lit a fierce aquamarine as she shot her spell into the rafters. In an instant, the mass untangled, lashing out like a chameleon's tongue before tying a quick knot to her fetlock. It jerked taut, halting her at the lake’s edge. The structure sagged with ailing agony. Twisting violently, the grindylow took her leg into the surf.