It was a new feeling, the way that the power radiated through her limbs. Alas, Midas wanted her to continue to work on the sensory deprivation cell. So, her limbs carried her toward the partial cell with ease, Ettore clinging to her mane atop her withers as she traveled there.

What she found was a hole in the mountain, three perfectly smoothed walls and a chipped floor. She supposed that the next step would be the ceiling, so she carefully tried to pull on the rock magic like she pulled on the plants recently. Soon, she could feel the vibrations of the rocks moving, chipping off edges and creating another smooth surface, melding right into the other walls.

Alas, at the end she was exhausted, letting out a small huff she allowed her limbs to fall and her body to press against the floor just outside of the cell. Now all that was left was to add another wall and some kind of door. At least, those were the few things that she could tell were needed, with her lack of vision. Still, it seemed stable, well put together, and it would definitely be interesting once it was completed.

Still, as she took a moment to rest, she hoped that Midas would be proud to see her finally being able to accomplish something for the herd. But, what they were going to use it for, she didn't know. And, to be quite honest, she wasn't sure that she wanted to know.