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Glyphic
Cath-quin Jones
Miss Quinn takes a few moments to lounge in the (now crushed) ferns she'd managed to land on. Paying no heed to her disheveled skirt, her fingers slide through her hair with fastidious intent. Only then does he notice the rather gnarly log, mere feet away, that she could've landed on, "Seems like we've used up all of our bad luck, and good luck in this fall."
Feeling abit playful, she calls out, "Would one of you gentlemen be so kind as to lend me a hand? I've got an idea, if we want a closer look at those birdies.."