After a series of distressed grunts and mostly fruitless pushing Red comically slid to her knees behind an impossibly heavy cart of her own making. "I immediately regret this decision." She answered with a therapeutic smack against Buster's head. He wriggled like a bowl full of jelly she once knew. In retrospect it had taken her three trips over the course of two hours to get all of this crap into the field before. Why Red thought it could be done differently on the return trip, she couldn't say.
"Okay. Two options. We could use our buttload of blizzard reserves to freeze the path ahead and use the slippery surface to help things along or," one hand extended to her partner. "I've got Float on me if it's not something you keep junctioned." Drawing from person to person was definitely possible. Sometimes it was the only means of stocking up on spells when on the battlefield. Red had yet to personally experience it as either the drawer or the drawee, and was honestly feeling a little curious. Would there be a sudden emptiness within? Would her mind feel less cluttered? Only one way to find out! Bottom line, she was a Red Mage at best and too plum tuckered at the moment to conjure what definitely categorized beyond a first level spell.