As the fog blows away, Tyzias rolls her wingjoints, wincing. Damn, she's really not used to working out her wings like that. Whenever she had to fly out in the Dream Width, she could rely on her god tier to get it done for her. She's really gonna have to get in some practice with using these things properly; add that to the already impossibly long to-do list.

Tyzias walks along the corridor, hand slipping from Dust's as she carefully counts each step she makes. "Eh, I'm nothing special. Really. These fuckers," she jabs a thumb towards her wings, "are more of an inconvenience than anything else. You wouldn't believe how hard it is to find a tailor who won't faint when I show 'em off, let alone one that has the skill to put together something that I can actually fit them inside. And the Dust Storm would've just been one, maybe two directions. We need- wait."

She stops in her tracks, and fishes out a piece of paper with neat handwriting out of that mysterious somewhere that Tyzias keeps most of her things. "Can the Dust Storm magnify the effect of spells that don't have a physical manifestation if Ahrah cuts through the casting focus?"