<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/88/f2/93/88f2930b7b7ff1aecb761504262a14ab.jpg)<strong></strong></div>Wren Applehill, Halfling student (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2335959)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform, open blouse, sans shoes and hat<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm 117<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ceri, Seven, Morgan; all<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"That's a good idea,"</strong>She said in reply to Seven's suggestion of trying the door handle. Wren squeezed past Ceri's hips and did just that, reaching up to try to open the dorm mother's door.<strong>"If it's locked, someone will have to try a window or something."</strong><br/><br/>She would look over her shoulder at Morgan... or what bit of Morgan might be visible through the voluptuous hug she was receiving.<strong>"That's... really strange! Did anyone else have anything like that happen?"</strong>She called aloud. She knew a thing or two about transformation, herself, and this seemed fascinating... I mean<em>tragic</em>. She would then reach out and helpfully tug the back of Morgan's pants up, to hide the valley the droopy garments were exposing.<strong>"Uh anyone have a pin?"</strong>She'd ask, much more quietly than before.