The Basilisk was too caught up in the moment that she hadn't been keeping track of her time as smoke. Thus as the song was ending, Cordelia grunted as she was hit with the sudden sensational bite of cold. The plume of smoke fell limply towards the ground where her body slowly turned solid again. Every molecule snapping painfully back into its rightful place as what little heat she had was escaping quick.
Fumbling for her cigarettes, Cordelia managed to drop her lighter. "s**t." she murmured before locating it and lighting up. It wasn't clear whether her hands were shaking because she was cold or because she'd pushed her abilities to far too soon then. Perhaps it had been a combination of both.
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