[Between Toby's claws, the spikelike blades on her ankles, and her heavy tail she hasn't fallen over. The effort, and having to use her blades to clear ice from small openings, and stopping here and there to listen when she thinks she's heard something, has been slowing her considerably.
She's worked out how to put the light-spell into her blades so that most of them have a warm ambient glow and the forwards-swept ones on her head cast a good cone out before her. This turns to follow America as he swooshes past her on the slick ice, then Toby resumes her steady progress. She hasn't seen anything under clear ice but bubbles and some tortured-looking fish caught in mid twist by the time he says something.]
It really isn't. Did you see anything in specific?
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She's worked out how to put the light-spell into her blades so that most of them have a warm ambient glow and the forwards-swept ones on her head cast a good cone out before her. This turns to follow America as he swooshes past her on the slick ice, then Toby resumes her steady progress. She hasn't seen anything under clear ice but bubbles and some tortured-looking fish caught in mid twist by the time he says something.]
It really isn't. Did you see anything in specific?