<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>Innawoods<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>yep<br/><br/><strong>HP:</strong>9/12 -<strong>AC:</strong>16 -<strong>Touch:</strong>14<br/><br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ceri looked down at Ophelia, so brazenly walking up to her, pushing their bosoms together and against the slimey-blob of her friend, and gave an amused grin. "You're a brave one, aren't you?" Ceri smiled wider, and pushed her chest back against Ophelia's, jostling Morgan around between them, trying to push Ophelia back with her mighty chest. Then, another tiny folk bumbled in to the party, introducing herself at several hundred words-a-minute. Ceri couldn't help but wonder; wasn't there one of her kind with them already? Another one of the shorter kin that just... disappeared at some point. Ceri had a vague recollection of having her hand held by her, leading to Ceri giving a squinty-eyed examiination to Dipple, to try and see if it was the same person. No, no. Far too much red hair. Shorter, too.<br/><br/>"Camp? No, nothing like that. I don't think we should camp either, we may have put that man in danger by angering those... things. We should head back and find him right away" Ceri urged her party on. Giving her breasts a jiggle with her arms, and by extension, jiggling Morgan. "I can carry you back there, if you're still recovering, Morgan. If you wanna' change back, just let me know, alright? Or I guess, if the lot of you decide to stick around and rest longer. Wait, why are you pink now? I thought you were blue!"