Man of few words. Good. [Without further preamble, Morrigan shifts to her feline form, no bigger than a common housecat.
She slips through the bars easily and crouches, squinting down at Thorns before she leaps at him. It doesn't matter if he actually tries to catch her or not, she's aiming to at least land on him and use him as a way to the ground regardless.]
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She slips through the bars easily and crouches, squinting down at Thorns before she leaps at him. It doesn't matter if he actually tries to catch her or not, she's aiming to at least land on him and use him as a way to the ground regardless.]