Thankfully, Daisy hadn't seemed bothered or even affected by Ceria momentarily using her as a wall.  In fact, Daisy didn't seem affected by the gravity of any of this....gee like that was new.  Ceria followed Daisy back inside the church, fully intending to rip the dead drake limb from limb.  Chip dove after Daisy.  When she got up between two pews, he scurried up about five feet in front of her, standing on the leftmost pew, and mimicked her stance but held up one little paw like a gesture to the audience and the other to his little face with acorn tucked under one arm.  No sound emanated from his tiny toothy mouth, but that didn't stop his jaws from moving up and down like a simple imitation of words.  

While the little fuzzy performer rocked out to the real performer's song, the wood elf stared down at the red lizard before her.  The same that had nearly killed her from point blank range mere minutes earlier.  The same that had nearly killed Ulor, not that the two of them really cared much for the other.  Ceria quickly searches the drake's body, but finds only.......  "Worthless annoying scum," she muttered in Elvish, spitting on the carcass.  Only at the conclusion of the song did Daisy's song ease any of Ceria's anger.  At least she felt a little stronger, odd considering no one had healed her and she didn't have any potions.  
 
Chip came sprinting back up Ceria's spine to sit on her shoulder and chitter on in Squirrelspeak about how awesome Daisy was.  Her charm couldn't even escape the local wildlife.  A twinge of jealousy ran through the pit of her stomach, making the elf wish for the umpteenth time that she could make friends as easily as the elf.  She didn't doubt Arthera had left the party because she was disgusted with Ceria for being a coward and a disorderly freak.  With a sigh, and a noisy Chip on her shoulder, she flopped over the back of a pew, not caring about her butt pointing skyward and welcomed the cool wood now mashed against her cheek.  It had been a long day and this pew was very tree-like.  Ceria felt her eyelids closing, awkward pressure on her abdomen from the top of the pew be damned.  She imagined herself, just for a moment, back in the elven homeland as a carefree kid with an entire afternoon to be spent however she pleased.  Then the "Incident" had happened and everyone had shunned her despite her protests that it wasn't her fault.  Still, she missed trees. It had been far too long now since she had been in wilderness for any length of time.  


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Investigation Roll:  [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3753]19[/url]
Effects:  Ceria searches that damned lizard from head to tail to see if it has anything useful (we're talkin' magical items, dagger-like appendages, trophies, virtually anything with this good a roll).  :)

Survival Roll:  [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/rolls/3796]16[/url]
Effects:  Ceria harvest three (3) scales off of the drake.  
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