"Should be a couple here and there..." Michalson rummages around and comes up with three pillows. They appear mostly made to ease the discomfort of someone whose leg doesn't work the way it should. "I'll put 'em on the floor. Then I'll go look for the glyph. I know this body doesn't look like it should fly. The berks who made it weren't the sharpest tools in the shed. Wizards, what do you expect. But it's what we've got."Hraithre wrote: ↑Aug 09, 2022 3:17 pm"I have flown before. But that was as a bird", the gargoyly muses, folding its left wing in front of itself so it can pinch it. "This isn't the same body plan. I'm not sure it was made to fly under its own power. Feels too stiff, heavy and fragile. I could test it, but I might break... hmmm." It turn its little clay head and looks around. "Do you have pillows here somewhere?"
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Dorota stares in silence for a moment. What on earth is this woman wearing? Even by the Nexus' notoriously lax dress code, this is odd.Ironsmith wrote: ↑Aug 09, 2022 9:08 pm "Excuse me. Pardon me. Coming through, thank you."
Dorota will find herself passed on the street by a young, dark-skinned woman wearing what looks to be the cover of Dictator magazine's swimsuit edition. Heavy leather boots, a quasi-official looking hat, a long coat, and not much else. She has a little basket under her arm, which so far has a myriad of fresh fruit inside of it... apples, oranges, some bizarre kind of kiwi with tentacles, the like of that.
The woman stops in her tracks and turns back to face Dorota, her face lighting up with a grin. "...Sorry, I just can't not comment on this." She begins, settling back into Dorota's current pace. "That top is just too cute! You look really nice today, miss."
"Uh... thank you. You... are looking nice too."