So ... fly she could not, apparently. Damn. Arialla spread her arms as she fell, feeling for anything around her that she might catch onto, though she didn't really expect to find a convenient handhold. She wasn't sure what else she could do, if the dream continued to conform to her real-life abilities. After all, she didn't exactly have any magic that would help her stop falling. The only thing she could think to do was pray, and she didn't want to bother the gods with something as trivial as a dream. (Not to mention that she remained a little bit nervous about her relationship with Safrin, having failed to return to a shrine as ordered.)
All she could do was fall, then, and hope that she'd eventually land unharmed.
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Arialla's reaching out to see if she can grab anything to stop her fall, but failing that, she'll just have to wait to reach the bottom, if one exists.
please don't take my sunshine away
