<div class="floatleft">(https://media.discordapp.net/attachments/775121752186421279/776453145865093230/flowing_hair_kuro23.png?width=520&amp;height=571)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Ceri Thayheart (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2333328)<br/><strong>Wearing:</strong>Skirted uniform + leather armor<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outside Room 30<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Everyone<br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12 -<strong>AC:</strong>16<br/><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong>Grapple on Morgan<br/><hr/><br/>Following along the mismatched crowd of lovely ladies, plus one bulky automaton, Ceri and her small gang arrived outside the Dorm Mother's room as the machine knocks upon the door. Though, despite being so exotic and something she had never seen before, Ceri's attentions were elsewhere. She was looking at the short, blue-haired woman, trying to remember why she looked so damn familiar. Long blue hair, bright yellow eyes... But the height and demeanor were all wrong. And Morgan was a man, she knew that for sure. It could only mean one thing! "I thought you looked familiar!" Ceri declared, leaning in close to Morgan, putting her hands on the shorter woman's shoulders. "Morgan never told me he had a cute sister!" Morgan found herself swiftly grappled in to a soft, bouncy hug, her head stuck against Ceri's bosom as the fox lifted her from the floor. "I'm Ceri, I'm uh, a friend of your brother's. Guess I gotta' make sure to watch out for you, in that case!"