Rhinda crumpled to a limp ball of sleeping girlflesh mid yawn.<br/><br/>Yet her familiar's psychology was too alien to be laid low by such a simple need as sleep.  The wind coiled and coalesced into a vaguely feminine form that darted past the skeleton, smashing at it with  a breezy fist and ending across the room.<br/><br/><em>Flyby attck.  <br/>21 to hit.  <br/>5 bludgeoning damage.</em>