To make the glass full (Afina)

[Ebiris]

The change isn't as drastic as before, at least in terms of Afina's colouration. Her steamy pink-hued skin settles on a more pale porcelain tone but that's about it, however the texture certainly changes with her untamed bob of white hair transforming into a wire-brush like consistency while her skin hardens all over. Her finger and toenails take on a slightly faceted appearance, like tiny gemstones, but for all that she continues to radiate a steamy heat from all her pores that's particularly evident in the little white wisps that emerge from each breath.

Content with how things are going, Afina remains where she is.

[Anastasia]

It is all around you. Emptiness. A lack of earth. Afina resists the urge to panic, to be ill. It blows against her like a hundred rough claws, scouring at every stony inch of her skin. Winds blow in all directions, tearing against her. Wrong, so painfully wrong. Too free. It moves too fast. It hurts.

[Ebiris]

It is a discomfort, but isn't this how she's always been? Being like the Earth won't avail her any longer, the mightiest mountain can still be worn away to dust by the work of wind across aeons, that endless patience availing naught. So Afina moves, not butting against the wind, not challenging it - that's destined only to fail. Instead she lets herself be blown, slight effort from her wispy wings to choose when conflicting breezes pull in two different directions, but always she moves. The rigid oak breaks but the supple willow merely bends, after all.

[Anastasia]

Con check, Afina.

[Ebiris]

[19:41] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+3
[19:41] <Plushie_Ithea> Ebiris roll for Plushie_Ithea < 10 > [d20=7]

[Anastasia]

Bends or breaks? Afina isn't sure. The pain fills her entire body, blood starting to trickle from her nose. It's like she's solid and not at the same time, her body shuddering as it tries to do the impossible. The winds are like lashes against her, tearing and potent. She's trying, trying, trying, but it's like she's being beaten down.

Act as you please here, Afina.

[Ebiris]

"Ow..." she brings up a hand to her nose, sludge-like blood sizzling against her skin where it stains behind her knuckles. Gritting diamond-hard teeth she struggles to endure the lashings of the wind, constantly moving... and that's a trick there isn't it? While magic items and boosting spells are one thing, there's one particular spell that's as much a part of her as breathing, one she's refined into an art form and relied upon so much that she only ever really feels right when under its sway.

Casting haste upon herself, Afina moves like and with the wind, slipping between air currents to avoid getting trapped in whirlwinds or dashed between conflicting gusts. She can do this, she knows she can!

[Anastasia]

Interesting plan. Make a con check, +2 bonus.

[Ebiris]

[19:52] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+5
[19:52] <Plushie_Ithea> Ebiris roll for Plushie_Ithea < 19 > [d20=14]

[Anastasia]

Good call. The DC here was 18, that saved you from a possibly cataclysmic chain reaction of failures.

Afina's signature spell makes her move like the wind, both enhancing and resisting her nature. She moves faster, flowing through the not-earth as best she can. Slowly, ever so slowly, she gets her balance back. It's wrong, alien and foreign - but it's not crushing her now. She's breathing faster and heavier, but it's not so painful for now. Yet the winds still blow, still lashing against her.

Act.

[Ebiris]

At least she's not bleeding anymore. As she grows more at ease in flying amidst the winds she allows herself to get a bit fancier with it. Recalling a time she danced with succubi amidst a thunderstorm she grows more artistic with her movements, capering from breeze to gale, pirouetting amidst whirlwinds, and prancing between walls of wind.

[20:00] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+18 perform dance
[20:00] <Plushie_Ithea> Ebiris roll for Plushie_Ithea < 38 > [d20=20]

[Anastasia]

Roll 1d20+38, Afina.

[Ebiris]

[20:17] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+38
[20:17] <Plushie_Ithea> Ebiris roll for Plushie_Ithea < 56 > [d20=18]

[Anastasia]

Afina dances. Such a thing is as much frantic movement and pounding thunder as actual form, a wild dance that yet holds undeniable artistry within it. She remembers the fury of the storm and Canderella's own magics that bring down more. It calms her as she draws on that, somehow forcing it out from the stony tomb that enveloped it. She feels more in control, more in balance - and then the air is on her again, battering and ripping.

Con check, +4 bonus.

[Ebiris]

[20:23] <@Ebiris> roll 1d20+7
[20:23] <Plushie_Ithea> Ebiris roll for Plushie_Ithea < 15 > [d20=8]