You cause up to ten words to form in a part of the sky you can see. The words appear to be made of cloud and remain in place for the spell's duration. The words dissipate when the spell ends. A strong wind can disperse the clouds and end the spell early.
The breeze is soft and forgiving as your words conjure clouds from the air’s moisture—your gestures bringing them together, white and growing denser. You shape them into words, turning them with your hands from a half mile below, until the sky says what you have made it say.