<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/QfWIkut.png)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Morgan Typhoon<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Slime Girl / Slimeling<br/><strong>HP:</strong>23/26<br/><strong>EXP:</strong>2<br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><strong>Strength:</strong> 16(15)     <strong>Constitution:</strong> 17(16)   <strong>Dexterity:</strong> 9<br/><strong>Intelligence:</strong> 8 <strong>Wisdom:</strong> 13        <strong>Charisma:</strong> 12</div></div><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Morgan was eyeing the elf that joined them suspiciously for a moment, but was still too caught up in him being a potential threat to really pay attention to his crotch - she had never gotten attacked by one of those, unlike with a bow. However, it was mostly his smell - the smell of nature, which the slimegirl had been becoming a guardian of before the world ended - that convinced her he might not be trying to backstab them or snatch the small statue back. Not that trying to do that would've been a great idea... Morgan didn't know how, but she could keep herself from making her body turn acidic around the things stored within her gooey form, but if someone reached into her uninvited, nothing would stop her from taking a slime-bite out of it then!<br/><br/><strong>"Urgh, fine, come along then, but no whining. Also, what's your name? I can't very well just call you elf-boy."</strong>She was saying to the elf riiiight as Ming decided to scamper away and... return with the big burly orc. Well, at least Morgan now knew what kind of man Ming was obviously into. Knowledge she could've died without ever learning, blissfully and happily, but that was not meant to be.<strong>"Ming, you worry me. Not sometimes, all the time." </strong>She quipped, shaking her head and giving the elf a shrug.<strong>"I guess you get to take one of your... friends? Compatriots? Whatever you are to each other."</strong><br/><br/>When Diabelle began her magic spell, though, it still caught the slimegirl by surprise just how... intense it was. With a tiny squeak of her own, she was actually holding onto the elf archer, as the big axe disappeared into the inside of her body for storage - Morgan pressed her eyes shut, trying not to look down, as they got flung through the air on wind magic. She had flown under her own power before, but that was as a bird! Which was perfectly natural and normal, unlike this... arcane stuff. Hopefully this didn't react with the statue in her, but even more hopefully, none of them just dropped and plummeted to an early grave...<br/><br/>But as the beautiful mage set them down, Morgan slowly opened her squeezed shut eyes, dropping onto her knees with a soft 'splat', and taking a deep, unneeded, but calming, breath. The first she had taken since they lifted off, actually. Only then did she realize that she was holding onto the elf, and very quickly let go.<br/><br/><strong>"That... was.. the first... and only time... I'm flying with your magic."</strong>She glowered at Diabelle, and resisted the urge to hug the very ground they were on again.