<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/sKxadyl.png)</div><hr/><strong>Name:</strong>Haysel Skeane (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1895771)<br/><strong>Setting:</strong>Lansite, Planet Cordovia<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Road<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amalthea, Curra, Kye, Rosa, Senna, Thea<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12<strong>STAM:</strong>8/8<strong>RES:</strong>4/4<br/><strong>Active Effects:</strong>None<br/><strong>Rolls:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Looking up from her spot beneath the heavy pelt, Haysel felt compelled to help her new traveling companions, especially the human who she'd snuggle so close to at night, despite the fact that she was helping pay most of them to save her the trouble. The thick digits of her left hand reaching around before tightening around the grip of her handaxe and bringing it up to sit on her lap.