<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/775121752186421279/776453145865093230/flowing_hair_kuro23.png?width=520&amp;height=571)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ceri Thayheart (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333328)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform + leather armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Upstairs.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Seven, Morgan<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12 -<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Despite her grumbling and growling, Ceri wasn't going to actually do anything to the rude machine. Especially not when she had a friend to look out for, and had some clothes to fetch. Not to mention the uncertain, potentially dangerous situation they were all in still. "Hmph. They're still rude," Puffing out her chest and making a pouty face for a few moments, as she followed Morgan up to their room, keeping protectively close to her friend.<br/><br/>Ceri just floated around nearby as Morgan rummaged through their backpack to get their armor and put it on. "If magic got you in to this mess, maybe it can get you out of it just as easy? I'm sure some smart wizard or whatever could change you back in to a boy if you asked, or paid them enough," Ceri offered, ending off with a shrug of her shoulders that made her chest bounce. Then, Morgan showed off her transformation powers and Ceri watched on with wonder. "Oooh. That form seems pretty useful, huh? But only useful if you like it, Morgan." For the brief few moments that Morgan was in the small blobby form, looking up affored her a view up her short skirt from the front. "Oh, wow. Changing your shape is so easy, isn't it? It keeps your clothes too! That's awesome! Oh. Uhh. Clothes... mostly intact." Ceri blushed a little, giving an awkward smile and a laugh. "Well, don't be too upset. They're nice n' cute, juuuust like the rest of you~" Ceri tried to reassure, stepping behind Morgan and giving her a light hug. Without any lifting though, Ceri's heavy chest was left to rest on top of Morgan's head.<br/><br/>"I guess we better... head outside? See what's going on. I think I saw some of the others go outside too. Maybe the Dorm Mother or some other people who know stuff are there?" Ceri offered, looking to the door out of their room.