<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/4c/24/ec/4c24eca7ebd0dc686c29b65ebd20b0e2.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Dipple Whittmuffyn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2363205)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Dirndl with patched skirt, apron, and stockings<br/><strong>Location:</strong>In the woods<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>open<br/><hr/><br/>Dipple wasn't sure what had happened; She had been cooking breakfast one moment, then there was a rumble, and she was in the crown of a tree in some woods! Far from being frightened though, she was curious. it's the gnomish way after all! besides there was probably just some glitch in someone's magical experiment, these things happened. After tasting a few of the tree's leaves, and tucking them into a pocket on her apron (along with some bird's eggs she found on her way down) she decided to find her way back to the academy, or at least somewhere with buildings.<br/><br/>That had been<em>several</em>hours ago though and poor Dipple was starting to worry. Not so much for herself, she was sure she'd be<em>just fine</em>, but clearly something beyond a magical burp had happened to the academy. Was she the lone survivor? had she survived? Was this Elysium? On the off chance she was on the plane of good-natured beings, she cupped her hands around her mouth and hooted like an owl. or at least, like a gnome going<em>"hoot, hoot!"</em>which, to her, was just as good.<br/><br/>She strained an ear to listen to a reply that never came. But there were voices! And voices meant people! Of some sort. Dipple would get to that concern when  she got to them.<span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>"Büfflesnürt,"</strong></span>she said, flicking her hands around herself, causing a shower of sparks, shimmers, and faintly-glowing dust to fall around her as her<em>Prestidigitation</em>cantrip cleaned off the lingering stains from breakfast and trundling through the woods; It's a good idea to look one's best when approaching strangers after all!<br/><br/>The others heard a steady rustling sound coming from... somewhere. it got closer and closer, until finally, Dipple tumbled out of the bushes with a slight stumble. her work to make herself presentable had been ruined; her thick red hair had numerous leaves and twigs poking in it, her right stocking had fallen to puddle around her shoe, and her cheeks were flushed from the exertion.<strong>"Oh! oh good! I'm not dead, unless you're all dead too! Oh, gosh, you look like you almost are! what happened? Where is everyone? I didn't do it! This time."</strong>The small, chesty kitchen apprentice jabbered a bit excitedly, as is gnomish habit.