Air

In the mystickal arte of the Air, verily doth a wizard gaine dominion o'er the ethereal elemente, the very breath of lyfe that doth surround us all. By mastering this subtle force, one maye wield the power to compelle the winds to dance at thy beck and call, invoking the fayrie Sylphs's aid in making thy weapons lighter. With but a whisper and a gesture, the skilled mage may cause the gasses to shift and swirl, shaping the verie atmosphere to their will. Moreo'er, in the deft hands of such a practitioner, the air itself may become a bridge betwixt the heavens and the earth, allowing the sorcerer to walk upon the verie sky as though it were solid grounde.