Gilda braced herself as the magic blew through her like a gale, making her feathers and coat hairs stand on one end. Everything went blinding white for just a few seconds before the light faded. A whoosh of stale-smelling air wafted around as the solid ground began to give way, slowly turning the flat surface into a descending ramp that could easily and comfortably allow two griffins to walk side-by-side. 