storm/quen/morgayne | late morning
"I don't think Ric will mind if you take some of that off," Quen said, fanning herself with her hand. The korporal was one of her brother's friends, and so she considered herself to be on a first-syllable basis with him, as she did with many of the other prominent members of the city. "Nothing's going to get through the palings, so you should try to enjoy yourself. If you go into the water, you'll have to remove most of it anyway."
The line was moving pretty slowly, and the sun was beating down on their heads like the angry smite of Faram. Quen said, "Hey, Morgayne, let me try something." Reaching for her friend's arm, she cast a very small Blizzard spell between them, similar to the strength she would use to chill lemonade. "That helps, right?"
Turning toward Storm, she added, "I'll do you too, if you want. It feels really good on the back of your neck." She didn't think they'd reached a level of comfort where she could just grab him and cast magic at various parts of his body; and besides, he seemed a little grumpy at the moment. It was probably because he was hot.