<div class="floatleft">(https://40.media.tumblr.com/11d6f93e06a0941e3913440630580fc3/tumblr_o54zyfzcUT1tk4029o1_500.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Roshario<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Orientation > Slums<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><hr/><br/>Roshi peered at the portal apprehensively. The prospect of a long fall to<em>somewhere</em>did not appeal to her.<strong>"Who designed this? No doubt some winged waif."</strong>She huffed, frowning, and watches student after student go through. Each one made her cheeks burn with embarrassment. here they are, all jumping through, and she can't?<br/><br/><strong>"Well, it was nice knowing you, legs!"</strong>She muttered to herself as she bunched up her haunches, and with a small leap, threw herself through the portal. it took a few bare moments for her to realize just how high up she was, and the panic started! Anyone nearby heard a most undignified whinny of panic as the centaur turned end over end in the air, all six limbs flailing like windmills. She needed a way to land! Something safe, something soft, something... She had it!<br/><br/>Even while falling, she brought the pipes to her lips and played! Music poured out, full of strange notes ad trills, something that the simple wooden pipes shouldn't be able to produce. below her formed a pale blue mist with pink swirls. That alone couldn't cushion her fall... but one by one, small.. .things began falling out of the mist, until a veritable rain of tiny, soft, gummy candies began pelting the ground below. True, the fragile magic evaporated quickly, but with enough luck, and just a little more -<br/><br/><em>CRASH!</em><br/><br/>Three hundred pounds of horseflesh smashed into some abandoned, ramshackle hut, softened only by a very thin layer of gumdrops, and (luckily) several bales of dry-rotted rags that the previous occupant had left behind. Limbs akimbo, Roshi coughed and groaned, kicking feebly before managing to right herself. Shaking herself off, and then brushing her clothes, she looked around.<strong>"Hello! Don't tell me i'm by myself! And I'm sorry about your..."</strong>She looked back at the mess of broken scrap her surprisingly-solid body had created.<strong>"...hovel!"</strong>