<strong>Name:</strong>Y'mir Vozi (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2717746)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>10/10<strong>AC:</strong>17<strong>Dance Rounds:</strong>7/7<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/2VOqsHE.jpg)</div><br/>With the discovery of the airship, everyone got right to work, doing their part to help clear out the fallen ship and get it in an inhabitable condition. Everyone was working their absolute hardest, and Y'mir silently praised them all for it, for he sure as hell wasn't about to.<br/><br/>"Hwaaaaaah..." The black furred, chocolate skinned cat let out an almost mockingly languid yawn as he laid sprawled out along the tip of the broken mast that hung precariously off the deck of the ship. Despite the awkward perch, the lazy mithra looked like a perfect picture of comfort, his svelte body draped across the mast and his thick legs and slender arms hanging off the sides. He was in the midst of a cat nap, one of several he had already taken today. He had assured everyone that it was very vital beauty sleep, claiming that his invigorating dances would not function properly if he wasn't in pristine condition. So while some may have called him lazy, he correctly asserted that he was merely conserving energy in case of an emergency.