You're so cold but you feel alive

The sound of distant voices made the filly pause and look around, distracted from whatever thoughts that had been occupying her mind by the urgency she thought she detected in their tones. Tiny, high-pitched voices, a deeper and calmer one - their conversation was purposeful and like a moth to flames, Erthë found herself attracted to the scene. One day curiosity would probably be the end of her, but for all the strangeness of the scene that opened up before her as she made her way over to the gathered ones, she detected nothing threatening or harmful this time.

Well, at least nothing immediately dangerous. The wondrous orb of crackling energy that bounced around before her looked like it had the potential of causing some serious trouble, and she understood the concern of the stoats. Already it had left a trail of destruction in its wake, with burn marks and smouldering patches as proof of its passage; if it hadn't been winter still and cold, it would surely have started a wildfire already.

Tilting her head as she regarded the scene, Erthë studied the actions taken by the ones who had arrived before her. The work of the painted unicorn seemed somehow complex, entirely magical in nature, while the efforts of the small gray filly were straight-forward as they were simplistic. Nodding to herself the slender young cygnet stepped forth to join them, thoughts mulling over what she could do to aid the situation. Her own magic would be of little use. Water and electricity was not a good combination, and though she could dry the air by freezing all the moisture in the atmosphere around them all she would accomplish was to increase the danger of a fire starting.

No, she needed to come up with something else... and as she gazed upon the crackling, sparking orb a thought came to her, one that made her smile.

"Let me assist you" she said, and positioned herself on the other side of the orb, opposite the filly and her stone wall. "If you, good sir, can restrict the movements of this thing I can attempt to herd it towards this girl's wall. Together we may be able to keep it contained for some time..."

Erthë unfurled her wings from their restful position against her sides and spread them wide, careful to keep a respectful distance from the sizzling orb of energy as she brought them down and forth in a powerful beat. A blast of wind was created by the large appendages, one that grew steadily stronger as the child of pegasi blood kept beating her wings. Like a strong wind herded storm clouds across the sky, so she hoped to guide the orb up against Oizys' wall, pinning it between rock and wind.

It would not be a long term solution, for as soon as she stopped beating her wings the thing would be able to escape once more, but hopefully it would permit the agile little stouts to find a container of some sort.

'Catch it' they said... It seemed to Erthë that this was the easy part. But what on earth were they to do with the thing once it was caught?