Peony/Ash/Mag
The momentary reprieve given by Magnolia's distraction allowed Peony to send a second spell the way of the first, knowing that she would feel its shadow cast from the mime by her side sheer moments after. A useful -- and interesting -- skillset; the chanting was not quite right, in a way that would have worried her in a student, yet the first of Aisling's spells had come off clean all the same. She would ask Riyeko about it sometime, perhaps; her Bards' Guild friend might have more insight on the fundamentals of the art of mimickry.
For now, however, there were greater concerns.
She was preparing for yet another spell when the first blast of fire hit her in the side. It knocked her from her feet into a snowbank, interrupting her casting and singeing her clothing; the flare of pain was impossible to ignore, though she tried. She clambered to her feet, neither graceful nor quick but determined for all of that, and began again, paying little heed to the fact that she would surely have blisters along her arm until she saw a healer later. As long as she could still stand and speak, she could cast.