They camped under a small stony outcropping that shielded from the worst of the snow and wind. Ollie managed to pile and freeze snow on one side of it using his magic which blocked the icy wind that seemed to be whipping out toward them constantly. It was all coming from the same direction, and seemed relentless.“It’s definitely not natural,” said Lance stoking the fire a bit and tossing a few more magically dried twigs onto the pile. “I’ve seen some strange weather, but this is beyond being out of season. It feels like we’re nearing mid-winter out here.”“Could it be magic? Some kind of weather control?” asked Davi.“I’ve never heard of any magic that could affect the weather to this extent. Maybe in the old days of the united Humelands there were some mages with this kind of power.”“Could that be it? Some mage found an old piece of magic? Is that a thing?” asked Pyotr.Lance shrugged. “I’m not sure, all the history I studied was… Stent specific.”“It’s not like spells here use books,” said Francesca. “If a mage wanted to affect the weather like this he would just need to understand the principles of it and have the magicka to make it happen, right?”Ollie frowned. “Most spells have to be cast within a… bubble? Field of magicka that surrounds us. We can extend that field pretty far when we focus, but I don’t know… maybe with a group of us with the right knowledge it would be possible. I don’t think this is that though, I can usually tell what’s a spell or not by feeling the magicka press against my own field, and I’m not picking any of that up at all.”Michael listened to their conversation quietly as he ate a bit of rabbit that Marcus had managed to shoot. It was good. He hadn’t ever had rabbit back on Earth, but found it very flavorful. His old taste buds may not have appreciated it as much, with how much sugar and salt he was used to in his meals, but he really enjoyed the more subtle flavors of things (...)