Mei started at the rockslide, and shifted her position against the wall to get a good look at it. "Pleased to meet you, rockslide. Nishikawa Mei."<br/><br/>The memory of what happened was substantially more painful.<br/><br/>"Oh, no. Did she lose?" Mei groaned, "I think she lost."<br/><br/>Mei remembered visiting a memorial for her parents, leaving flowers in remembrance of those who had been lost, when the demons had come. She had been nearby (or at least nearby-ish) and, without any sense of direction had been trying to support the dragon with her arrows. It had been downright naive to think she could hurt the Storm King with nothing but some icy pinpricks, and she had paid for it. The people around her had paid for it, and bravely. The dragon, the most gorgeous dragon she had ever seen and more so in the fierce battle as its scales flashed in the lightning... had fallen? And saved her?<br/><br/>"I'm not hurt," she said, "not physically, anyway." She wondered if her sister had made it out okay, and hauled herself to her feet. "Any sign of a way up?"