Belle Marie Cygne ⚜ "Rose"

"He does not," hisses Belle. She thinks up a variant on her wall-walking spell. She can go right through the hands, now, though she continues to dodge them so he'll waste his concentration. "Mine to have and to hold till life leaves us -" Cold will be harder to redirect than fire, mightn't it? She calls it up, sends a wall of it at the enchanter from behind. "Not yours."