<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/cmdBT47.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Aysha (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2482273)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>65/65 -<strong>AC:</strong>24 -<strong>Energy:</strong>40/40<br/><strong>Current Size:</strong>Medium<br/><strong>Current state:</strong>Physical<br/><strong>Current speed:</strong>60/60<br/><br/>Location: Outside of Mel's home<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Aysha begins to follow the group inside, each passing second her body shrinks to it's<em>natural</em>size, the dragon's stature standing around five and a half feet tall. Her wings fold in tight against her back, as to not disturb anything in the woman's home with errant flexing brushes. Aysha finds a nice corner in the room to stand in, rather than picking one of the seats. She does though, grab one of the pies on her way there as she passes the table. "Thanks" the word used gruffly. Aysha leans against her corner, one arm crossed against her blackened iron breastplate. AS they start passing out introductions, Aysha simply says "Aysha" when there's a break in the talking. Some of her attention was on the neon-haired woman, not for any particular reason other than that Tinalia had been eying Aysha.