Beatrix finished her bath nomenally fast and threw on a sheer white tunic. Her hair was plated neatly down her back and she seemed ready for anything. She headed for the lake front quickly and quietly, using near soundless steps. She could see Mistress Isabeau from far off, making there exercisis for the day. It was physical activity so today she would simply be support.<br/><br/>She looked at the thick icey pillars and smiled, taking a seat on the ground a closing her eyes. Nimble finger moved to remove the braid she'd put in only moments before until they came to rest on her knees.<br/><br/>She waited to feel her power, letting it bubble up and push inside of her until she felt as though she were soaring. And even though her body still rested on the groun, there she was, hovering in the sky just above the lake... free again.  She was ready know. Already she could make out imperfections in the ice that seemed clear all the way through to any human eye.<br/><br/>She pointed to the side of one, running her finger across a hair line crack protruding just beneath the water.<br/><br/>"Here... this will be the first one, and it must be hit here."