I see. [Is that some sort of binding over his eye? But he lacks both the reek of Free magic and the familiar sense of Charter magic. Then again, there are many other sorts of magic in this place. Sabriel's eyes flick up to it, trying to analyze it.]

Really? My school was inland, but we would take trips to the coast on occasion, during the summer.

But does the walker choose the path, or the path the walker? [Even without any deliberate casting, there's a faint echo of power in the words.]