"So uh, Mags, what kinda magic do you have anyway? I don't get it," Nemesis found herself asking out of the blue as she shoved over another snowman. They were looking for the source of the snowmen's creator-- the Princess leading the way while Nemesis tore down the messes on the way.

Orion was a weird place. It was oddly still, despite all of the destruction around. Monoceros had that giant wind thing yet nothing looked really wrecked there. Just sort of carefully sculpted. Here, stuff was just scattered around in broken chunks-- "Oh! Princess!" Nemesis blurted, tromping over to her as she approached some large broken down bits of rubble. This whole place was a mess-- Magdalena could really hurt herself here! What was she thinking bringing her so far from home?

... Then again, it wasn't fair to keep her cooped up either. Fire didn't do well stuck in one place, nor did much of anything. She snorted softly and tilted her head towards her friend, wondering what to do next.

She was careful in her tracking, swaying her head to and fro as she listened and smelled and touched and felt, honing in on the concentrated bacterial culture that she had detected down the tunnel. It frustrated her that the closer they got, the farther it seemed to go - it felt like they would never track down the culprit of this mess. All of her attention was on trying to pinpoint the creature, feeling it flit further and further away from them before Nemesis' voice broke the silence; a clash between volume and focus, breaking her attention away. In that moment, she lost track of the thing they had been following; while frustration piqued in the pit of her chest, she was swift to swallow it down, knowing that Nemesis' intentions were good. Magdalena blinked and slowly turned her head, another indication that she had lost the trail. "Magic," She began, thinking. "The same as Louie. The... small, inside." Magdalena tried to explain. But it was difficult to put it into words. Mostly, it was sensations. "Sickness. And... the feeling of life. I can find you, where ever you are, by feeling."

She had never tried to explain it before. The only other person that really expressed interest was Louie, and he had already known what she was capable of, because he could do the same thing as her. There was no need for explanations because he intrinsically already knew, and presumably, he had explained it to anybody else that needed to know. Apparently that didn't include Nemesis. Oh well - all she could do was try to explain it still.

As they walked, she felt the change in the air. It was warmer than in the tunnel, but less fresh; she could still feel clumps of snow beneath her feet as either remnants of the snowmen Nemesis barreled through, or dropping from whoever was still erecting the snowmen ahead of them. She'd been walking blindly, trusting that Nemesis would warn her if anything stood in her way - and she did, as Magdalena jumped after Nemesis blurted out the cute nickname she'd given the dog and came stomping over. The dog ceased her pace, hovering her head in Nemesis' general direction. "Are there any more snowmen here?" She asked, referring to the room. If there were, they'd do best to crush them while they could - otherwise, Magdalena would try to summon her magic again so she could track down the culprit a second time.