When it hit, the rock became electrified... The blue lightning surged through it at such a frequency the the boulder exploded into tiny pieces... Bits of stone flew all over; some landing in the water, others slapping some miniature gargoyles upside the head.
Rosalya nodded and returned the smile. Being down here, for her, was like a warm blooded being breathing in the cold air; when she breathed, and spoke, she created steam. "Like I said, I apologize for stumbling in like that..." She cleared her throat as she looked her bleeding leg over. She gently grabbed onto the hilt of an elvish knife that had been lodged in it.