As the students and/or horses emerge into the tunnel of bright light, they should feel warmer even though the light would be too bright for anyone to see anything.<br/><br/>As Wizardess Mystique rode along, her senses noted that not all of her students stayed on the wagon like she expected. In fact one had somehow fallen out of the wagon. She frowned as she rode onward. She ignored the tiny nips of imanginary bugs and tiny hands the touched her. Her senses were not focused on her but on what was going on ahead. She knew that her horse would alert her to any real danger. She only could use her nonmagical abilities since this was a magical tunnel which would change her magic to something she would not be able to control. She simple rode on until she would happen to run into them which in that case her horse would stop in its tracks.