Tazendra considered this. Did she have enough control for a spell? She had levitated a castle (at least a small one), could she trust herself to fly without drowning everyone in wind?

She was certainly going to give it a shot. She drew on her sorcery...

... she could get the control to lift, but that created currents of air rising out from her. "Blood of the Horse!" she swore, as she tried to reign in the spell to not knock everyone near her over and fan whatever flames were being used.