The putrid scents were behind her, through the darkness a dim light became brighter, as the path bended slightly. Jarod's wagon became engulfed in a prism of lights that bounced of the cave walls. Lidia was covered in dancing light. All the sudden her basket flew somewhere. She careened her body left and right as she tried to look for it.<br/><br/>A voice came out of the light, "You are strong in magical talents. You must concentrate on moving objects. Feel the energy around you, draw from it, push, pull, and lift.  Start with your coffee mug. Lift it up."<br/><br/>Lidia looked at the mug. She stared at "Lift up. lift up. Hey, it does not want to move."<br/>The voice of light, "Relax your body and mind. Imagine it rising."<br/><br/>Lidia closed her eyes and imagined not only the cup lifting it was the whole wagon train. She became so caught in her vision, one by one everyone horse and wagon was a foot off the ground, and everyone that had a mug, on their seat, was lifted a few inches and started to pin faster and faster.<br/><br/>She opened her eyes and glanced at her cup and Jarod's wagon. Her cup began to fall as did the wagons, Lidia shut her eyes and envisioned the cups, horses, and wagons slowly descending to the seat and cave's path surface. She envisioned her apple floating to each persons' wagon and landing in Lore Mistress's basket.<br/><br/>She looked around..."Ermm Unnn Is everyone ok? Did ya see …what just happen?"