<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/9c/a9/1c9ca9e1fbe72b3b255f42ab0145aaea.jpg)</div><strong>Ayreth Sky-Hunter (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1968981)</strong><br/>Half-Elf barbarian<br/><strong>HP:</strong>16/16<br/><strong>Current Active effects:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br/><hr/><strong>"Am I what?"</strong>Ayreth looked puzzled. The idea that anything<em>could</em>have changed about herself never occurred to her.<strong>"I... don't <em>think</em> I have gills?"</strong>She was now uncertain. Where would gills even go, on someone who wasn't a fish? Her companions seemed concerned about her nethers. And she's heard some things about what some men thought... Well then that's the place to check. Ayreth gets a thoughtful look and slips her hand into the scant garment covering her privates.<strong>"Hmmm, it <em>feels</em> normal, but I guess it's been a while since I played with it... And it DOES get slippery then..."</strong>Her lips purse and she tries to have a look, but of course, other feminine parts are in the way.<strong>"I can't see, you look if I have gills!"</strong>She's now actually a little worried, as she tugs her loin-covering down for inspection; being an elf, all she has by way of hair are a few wisps of silky blonde in a patch above her otherwise smooth-skinned, and completely normal mound.<strong>"It's not a fish is it? Oh, I'd hate to have to sit in water all the time!"</strong>