<div class="floatright">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/Nynah_zps6a19158e.jpg)</div><br/>Nynah shook her head, seeing as she hadn't landed into something cold and wet, or, once she remembered that she was flying across a desert, hard and gritty, but rather something warm and soft. Two warm and soft things come to think of it. Slowly piecing together the scattered fragments of the last ten minutes, she managed to straighten up slightly and respond. "Not that I'm not grateful for your catching me - being a red splotch on the sand certainly was not in my immediate plans - but could you put me down? That way I can collect my things and be about my business..."