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>Rolled 20 (1d20)
Your heels grind into the dirt and blow up a cloud of dust as you spring from your bend, leaping into a sprint and hurtling toward the nun. Your wings carry you, stabilizing your break neck speed as you come darting into a roll, scooping the lady of the cloth up in your arms and your momentum bearing you forward. The troll has just enough time to utter a grunt of surprise as you blow past him.
You blow through brush and tree, bark and thrush fading into a smear as your wings come fluttering to slow you down--gradually winding down your step, dust thinning as you drag you and your compatriot into a slow halt at the base of a large tree, whereupon you can set the nun down. You seem to have come away from that situation with nary a scratch (save for your ego, mind you..). The fairy did not fare so well--clutched in your hand as you pressed it up against the nun to carry her, she was half-squished into the nun's hind.
"You--afh--" The fey half spits as she regains her senses from the pillow you just half-smothered her in.
"Oops." You turn your attention back to the nun--still at rest even after your sprint, half drooling, half snoring. You suppose she's a heavy sleeper?
>Awake her romantically.
>Awake her gently.
>Shake her awake.
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