Status: Skirt damaged, carrying a griffon egg<br/>HP<strong>53</strong>of 83     Spells remaining: 5 of 7 1st, 3 of 4 2nd, 1 of 1 from bonded object<br/>Ammunition remaining: 17 (+8 in pack) common arrows, 15 silvered, 20 cold iron, 2 Slow Burn, 3 Tangleshot<br/><hr/>"I... you what?  Thank you, but..."  Deuxion's rapidfire speech, intercut with handing Rayne a pouch, kept her mind from keeping up quickly enough to really take him to task.  He was already invisible again before she thought to have some words about his carelessness; admittedly, he'd been a bit distracted, and tired out.  She looked down, embarrassed, to open the pouch - and her head was engulfed in a nimbus of sparkly colour.  "Deuxion!  You... rascal."  Her voice petered out a bit, since it was hard to be angry when the gift's value became apparent.  The gold went into her inventory, and she brushed her face with her hands - though there was nothing there - and smiled.  "OK... take care, Deuxion, wherever you are."<br/><br/><br/>Consulting her map, and the sky, she pointed Horse's nose toward the spring.  On the way, she relaxed in the saddle and cast a Mending, idly sealing up a few of the tears imparted by the griffon's claws.  She couldn't reach around to deal with her back without stripping down - that could wait.  Then she began paying attention again... the jungle was hazardous, as well she knew, but with a griffon mount ... she'd have little to fear during travel!  But getting there... once off the trail, her ability to elude trouble using Horse's speed was much diminished, and she got a bit more alert.<br/><br/>The rain beating down made it impossible to maintain particular vigilance - the footing was uncertain, and Horse often jolted her has he slipped or skipped past an obstacle.  On the other hand, perhaps the deluge would keep everyone and everything else huddling under cover - she could hope so.  That's what she would be doing, if she wasn't trying to hurry a bit.<br/><br/>She pressed on, though the dense jungle and overcast sky made it impossible to get reliable bearings.  Water poured from her flattened hair, and though she wasn't cold, she couldn't have been wetter if she was swimming.  She just hoped her fair direction sense - and Horse's - would keep them aiming for the spring.<br/><hr/>Survival: 1d20a4 Result:<strong>17</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=61952)