Okay, so let's assume you have three days worth of food each - enough for today, tomorrow and the day after.
Cygna walks up and examines the mirror carefully, but not yet touching it. “Hmm...both the coin and the lilac have to do with travel. The coin protects travelers, lilac is for travel in general, and the opal not only represents travel and the destination but it is used for images, imagination, the eyes, and possibly memory. The iron may be to protect against the fey, while silver represents wisdom and Intellego, and may have to do with spirits and lycanthropes.
“Viscaria, could you tell how powerful the magics on the mirror are?”
ooc: the strongest must be at least 6th magnitude
Noting the absence of firewood , Serrano wanders down to the village church to see Father Clergue.
Cygna nods, as if Viscaria had confirmed what she suspected. She will then touch images of the opal, the lilac, and the coin while singing “Can you show the way to Salle de Glace.” If that does nothing, she will touch the images again (in the same order), this time while singing “Show me Salle de Glace.”
Yup, Hiems insisted for us to take mundane supplies. There.
Still, whatever we took won't last forever.
Meanwhile, Hiems is outside, taking a solitary walk across the village.
The loaded cart is parked in front of the Clergue domus - the mule has been umhitched but the supplies haven't been touched. Father Clergue is found at his brother's house. They are eating bread and soup for dinner. When he sees you, he quickly smoothes a frown, puts down his bread and says: "How can I help?"
When Cygna touches the symbols, the mirror surface becomes foggy and oddly wavy. Some of the fog drifts into the room (but dissolves after two or three inches). The mirror looks like an opening leading into a cloud.
ooc: sorry about the provisions - so many posts. So let's assume that one of the donkey wagons carried the supplies - the villagers "administrated" them for you so far. You now possess a donkey, a cart, and a wagonload of supplies (enough for the season).
Viscaria: "Well, that hardly seems secure. It must be a trap."
Having completely lost her concentration when Serrano put his sigil on the bed, she takes a few minutes to recover her composure and fatigue, and then pulls out a few pieces of colored charcoal, several geometrically shaped glass objects of arcane purpose including prisms and magnifying lenses, and ceremonially castss another Intellgo Vim spell, focusing specifically on the mirror (perhaps even adding a Terram requisite?). Sta 0 + Intellgo 4 + Vim 4 + Aura ? + Artes Liberales 1 (mathematics specialty?) + Philosophiae 4 (Verditus specialty?) = 13 (or 14 or 15) + roll 6 /2 = 19-21/2 = 9-ish, possibly 10.
This takes her 15 minutes to do, and she does it off to the side away from the door, so as not to intrude on anyone else's investigations.
"Hello, what have we here?" Cygna says. She cautiously extends her hand to where the surface of the mirror had been, and maybe a fingerbreadth farther, before withdrawing it. She is checking to see if the surface is still there, although I very much doubt that it is.
She then looks around at the others. "I don't suppose any of you know, or can spontaneously cast, a spell to allow us to see through this fog better than I?"
The Journey to Agraves
Viscaria seems to almost scoff at Cygna's description of a "contentious" apprenticeship before catching herself. "Indeed," she replies, "I often wondered throughout my apprenticeship and even before, if brutality is a necessary part of learning the Great Secrets."
Cygna's interest in non-corporeal minds provokes Viscaria's favorite catchphrase, "It amazes me, what other magi study!" Spoken with delight and rapturous attention. She presses Cygna eagerly for details, slowly leading the conversation towards the value of such magics in safe-guarding or preserving knowledge or in the defense of a covenant or sanctum.
She first wonders if Cygna can speak to spirits, then asks if she can bind them. "If there were covenfolk in Phoenix Covenant," Viscarica begins innocently enough. "It is possible they died without the rites which cast the spirits beyond our reach. Such a spirit, properly bound and motivated, would be a boon to unearthing the history of this place that may become our home, not to mention his tactical value!"
Her excitement at the notion quickly turns sour, as she scrutinizes the faces of all within earshot for their reaction. Is she being judged? Ought she be? Quickly, she schools her face to show no emotion, and returns to the conversation with a more sedate and seemly tone in her voice.
OOC to everybody else: At various points during the trip, Viscaria tries to get each magi to discuss their magical interests. Not what Arts they study most, but what they like to use them for. Please let me know how your character responds to her curiosity.
“I would have settled for brutality,” Cygna muses as she looks off to the distance.
“As yet, my focus has been on warding against spirits and destroying a spirit.” Cygna's voice carries more than a hint of malice, which does not seem to be directed toward Viscaria. “With a season or two of study, barring our discovery of an appropriate lab text, I will be able to command spirits.”
in a humourous tone
"Well , Miss Magistrix Viscaria of the flouncy skirts and curious nose"
in a surprisingly light tenor voice , completely unskilled
"I'd Like to Teach the World to Sing (In Perfect Harmony)"
I'd like to build the world a home
and furnish it with love
grow apple trees and honey bees
and snow white turtle doves
OoC: Unless stopped , he will continue with the next six verses
YouTube: New Seekers
Ease Factor roll = 09
Finding the church lacking a resident priest for the moment , some time taken for prayer.
"In nomine Patris, et Filii, et Spiritus Sancti. Amen"
Taking out his rosary beads and kneeling , Serrano starts to pray.
When Cygna tries to touch the surface, her hand goes through it.
Do Hiems or Viscaria see anything through Second Sight?
When Viscaria and Hiems use Second Sight to peer into the fog, they draw the following conclusions:
The fog seems to be neither an illusion nor mundane. From their background they know it could either be a creature or a sigil connected to a magical effect.
While traveling to Agraves
Hiems listens, but shows nothing, as (mostly) usual. Is he taking her seriously, thus his attention? Is he secretely mocking her? Does he care at all???
- "A vast question. What you're asking, in fact, is for one to define himself, his hopes and dreams. Why should I answer it? Yet, as we're going to spend so much time together, I may as well humor you".
As they continue travelling, Hiems looks before him, Eyes becoming more and more lost in the distance as he speaks without looking at viscaria, his face strangely dispassionate, as if he recited words written for another. - "What you seek to learn... This is not how I see it. I have been gifted and cursed with this power over winter and frost, and I must learn to harness it, become its master lest it consume me, but also learn to wield it. For if it is a gift, be it from God or Magic, then, surely, I must thrive to be the best there is at what I do, don't I? Or else, what good are gifts for?" A pause, as his thoughts drift elsewhere and elsewhen.To tell you the truth, though, this is what I am, and I feel that, despite my efforts to the contrary, I have no choice but to be true to my nature. And, who knows? Maybe doing this will help me in other matters. Maybe it won't.
With that, Hiems turns to Viscaria, directly looking at her - "And you, lady viscaria? Will you answer your own question?"
In the House
Feeling better after his walk, Hiems has come back to the house, determined to try and do his part. Once there, he is quickly informed about his sodales efforts and discoveries.
- "Well, I'm not sure this is mundane fog. And neither Intellego nor Vim are my strong points. Yet, potent faerie blood runs in my veins, and I've learned to use it, although at great cost to myself. I may be able to mold my raw magical energy into a suitable spell, but, as it will greatly tax me, I am loathe to expand myself on a spell that may prove useless. Still, maybe I can try something"
Concentrating, Hiems incants as well as he can. It seems to him that his spell could do the trick, at least with mundane mist, but, given his poor knowledge of the arts involved, even that is far from certain.
Intellego 2, Auram 0, stamina 2. If there's an Aura, or if Jean-Michelle is OK for Cyclic Magic, I can spont that without fatigue. Otherwise, shame, oh shame, I'll have to tire for a lvl 1 spell.
InAu lvl 1 (Make your senses unhindered by the air, as Auram "includes in its scope most weather phenomena such as storms, lightning, rain, mist, and falling snow"), range personnal, duration mom.
Ah, I see later, this should fail anyway. Yet, sponting a lvl 1 was fun 
- "We're progressing. Fine. And I may have an idea on him to explore the other side."
That being said, Hiems takes, say, a piece of wood laying on the floor, from which he takes a splinter.
Then, he takes the larger piece in his hand, pass it through the mirror, and drops it.
Finally, using the splinter he kept, he tries to use his Sight at Arcane connection range, expanding a fatigue level, and LLSM is needed:
Base 1 (use one sense at distance), + 4 Arc, + 0 mom = lvl 5
In 2, Im 3, stamina 2 = 7 + 1d10=7 = (14 + Aura)/2.
Does this yield results?
While traveling to Agraves
OOC: Nice font color for your character's words. Makes me all shivery.
"Well, I agree with your premise, but not your conclusions. To be born into the world is the gift we're given, and while the strings tied 'round may be different for each being, we must each bear the weight of it, and struggle to keep hold while we stand tall. But if that is your only goal, then you are only reacting and what is worse, reacting to something that happened long ago. If you only react, you will never learn the measure of your true strength, nor learn to straighten your back, let alone achieve happiness.
A warrior will never strike down his opponent if he only holds up his shield. A mason will never build a monument if he spends all his days repairing cracks...."
Her voice trails off to a whisper as she finishes, "...and Viscaria Lynchis will never build her Sanctuary."
In the House
OOC: Intellego Vim 2 + 1 Touch = Target Number of 3 to determine the strength of an Aura, right? I'd do it myself if I hadn't just committed to 15 minutes of ceremonial casting.
Assuming nothing horrific happens to the wood chunk, Viscaria will head in to the mirror-fog, after she first spont-casts some light onto one of her glass lenses: Creo Ignem , Base 1 +1 Touch + 2 Ring, rolling up for as much light as she can produce. Creo 4 + Ignem 4 + Sta 0 -1 Divine Aura = 7+ Roll 0 = 7/2 = 3.5. Not a botch, thankfully.
~elaborate sigh~ Okay, so she'll actually wait a few minutes to recover, cast the gorram spell again on a 2nd lens....Roll 9=16/2 = 8....(ooc: At which point, her player realizes how unlikely it will be for her to get much more than candlelight....), and then step through the fog, muttering something under her breath. "....of all the.....wasted....useless.....inadequate training methods of the....."
Yes, she is stepping through with a beam of light in each hand.
Having spent a quiet hour or two praying , Serrano notices that it is nearing sunset.
As he leaves the church , he places a few coins in the poor box.
Taking the unfamiliar path while it is still light , his way is went back to the rather small and pokey abode
that has been foist upon himself and his fellow sod-ales.
While walking , he indifferently whistles a popular anti-Cathar folk tune.