Since it is likely we won't be seeing Levitation in any more of the TES games (too cheap)-- I came up with an alternative for transversing obstacles.
Please be gentle I've only been writing seriously and continuosly for about three months.
*Ahem*
Geomancy
Xarxegree and Zaphimarel --two erudite personages of manifestly wizardly interest--?stood on the slope of a volcano, separated by an undulating ribbon of incandescent red. The ribbon slowly spilled forth its contents, like blood from a knife wound.
Neither of them could identify their special positioning in relation to the peak-- they knew of the other's presence only as a silhouette in a haze of impermeable grey. The vapors surrounding them were not stagnant, rather, eddied tumultuously about, as though animated by a pair of massively proportioned billows. Nothing could be heard save the torpid roar of roiling magma; nothing could be seen save an unending curtain of opaque ash; nothing could be smelled save general acridity.
Xarxegree eyed his apprentice's silhouette impatiently. His stare penetrated the fog, and Zaphimarel slumped wearily under his master's inaudible accusation of obstinacy.
"Surely you loiter so as to gather your Magicka?"" Xarxegree commented acerbically.
Zaphimarel turned away and spoke in tones of embarrassment.""That is not the matter at all master"."
"I'm sorry; I don't believe I heard you."" Xarxegree replied without humor. "Could you please repeat yourself?"
A knot ran down Zaphimarel's throat. After much hesitation and with great trepidation, he said, ""Master, take solace in the fact that under nominal circumstances I would have had absolutely no difficulty summoning an elemental bridge to help us transverse the lava flow."?"
"Speak in plain language.""
"The incantation requisite for such a conjuration eludes me at the moment. The inhalation of a certain acrid vapor native to our environment has made me very light headed."
Xarxegree frowned.
"You never fail to disappoint me, Zaphimarel. Hypothesize, if you will, that we are conducting a pilgrimage to this very mount, how would you save your fellow pilgrims, being separated thus? If I were not so skilled in the arts of geomancy, I would die by your incompetency! Prior to our journey you proclaimed to have reached an adequate level of proficiency with the scale and variety of magical arts!?You have failed me once again. Please, stand aside."
The syllables of recondite verse began to fill the air, evidently emmenating from Xarxegree's throat. Xarxegree's voice, informal, buoyant, and composed, underwent a drastic metamorphosis. The voice iterating the present incantation was resonant, savage, of a clarity crystalline. With a violent, peremptory gesticulation, a jerk of his oaken stave, an arch of solid rock connecting both sides of the lava flow was formed.
There was a brief moment of silence in which neither Xarxegree nor his apprentice spoke.
Xarxegree smiled mirthlessly. ""Behold the art of geomancy."
Edit: Oh yeah, and I wrote this tonight in about two hours.