<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/GplWqsu.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Eli Cloudytwirls (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2589313)<br/><br/><em>Battle Actions</em><br/><strong>Movement</strong><br/><strong>Action</strong><br/><strong>Bonus Action</strong><br/><strong>Reaction:</strong><br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Eli has 120ft darkvision that works in magical darkness. And 30ft flight speed.<br/><hr/><br/>Eli's questions about why they were dumped into thin air remained unanswered as everyone else seemed to panic. And her decision to stay even with the others as they enjoyed the sky time was quickly regretted when Shade grabbed onto her tiny legs even as he sprouted massive arms that grabbed two more people. The mental touch of Shade's communication drove her to flailing her arms as her gleaming wings buzzed with their attempts to deal with the sudden increase in weight. "No no no no! You're supposed to fly on your own not try dragging me down with you!" For a moment as Shade pulled Darius and Frore closer it looked like she was seriously considering her staff's use as a pry bar when Prime's magic wrapped around everyone and slowed their drop to more manageable speeds.<br/><br/>With the effects of the featherfall her frantic flaps turned into more controlled motions as she looked up and waved her staff about. "Much much much thanks! They were trying to tear my legs off!"<br/><br/>When the trio found their way to a thick branch instead of dipping into the water or mud she chimed in delight and flitted away from them as soon as hands left her legs. As the masked one was comforted by the beclamped minotaur she dipped down to prod the water with the butt of her staff before flitting over to the snake. Her head tilts as she watches Kalinta's tongue slip out several times before her face scrunches up and she circles the Yuan-ti. "Are you really tasting the air? It's a swamp! Kinda obvious how it tastes around here." She pauses her flitting about and glances around before sticking out her tongue and trying to lick the air. "Ish tasts bad righs?" Her last word draws a yelp from her as she bites down on her tongue, a hand rubbing at her lips as she peers around at the marshy landing area.