<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/X0Yb6SU.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 16pt;">Ophelia Avredanni (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1951899)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:34/34<strong>Phantom</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1952418): in consciousness<strong>Status</strong>: +3 intimidate/survival, +4 mind affect saves<br/><strong>AC</strong>:12<strong>Initiative</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"heheh...thank you kindly..." Ophelia laughed awkwardly as she had to use the smaller girl as a crutch to get below deck. Once below she could feel a bit more sturdiness in the floor below, but she could still feel the faint rocking of the ship as it sliced through the clouds. It was manageable for now though, and in an attempt to save face Ophelia would stand up straight and attempt to walk with a fluid, refined gait, "yes, I do believe I'm much better now" she cooed, giving Amalea's hand a gentle squeeze in thanks before stepping off on her own power...more or less...<br/><br/>Ophelia hadn't really taken note of their cabins before it was time to take off, allowing one of the crew members to bring in her things earlier, and it was....cozy. That was the polite term for it yes? She didn't wish to sound spoiled, but she couldn't help but notice how her accommodations only kept getting smaller and shabbier as this journey went by, and as unimportant as she'd admit it was, it was still difficult to forget that she was, in fact, a princess, and these were, in fact, not princess lodgings, "You know, looking at it now, I'm not sure how fit these rooms are to physical activity. I don't see how we'll be able to move around without being practically on top of one another..." she mused, blushing quite maidenly when the dragon instructed her to strip down, "oh...well...I mean. I don't think my undergarments are that much more fit for exercise..." she mused, realizing she probably should have excused herself to go change. Well, it was only women here right? So it's not like it should matter too much. Right?<br/><br/>Still blushing Ophelia undid the buttons of her dress and reached down to slowly peel it up off of her, smoothly revealing inch after tantalizing inch of her voluptuous body. The other two girls would rather quickly see what she meant when she said her garments weren't fit for competition. While she did pack more plain, flexible underwear that would be more practical, she had a habit of wearing more fanciful garments, and so without really thinking she had donned a more...<em>elaborate</em>assortment that morning, the princess standing before them with her pale curves wrapped enticingly in silk and lace, looking every bit a sweet slice of cake.