She holds them steady, as sharp sparks of red blossom and grow. Threads of Fire snake up and down, criss-crossing the grid of Air, as though grasses woven in a basket.

The Aes Sedai pushes the weave forward, wrapping it around the glass, which shimmers and vanishes from view. The flickers of Fire reflect the more usual light from the room, and the Air creates a false wall, or so it appears.