Cinder Ashborn, Pixie Harrier
"Oh, for [email protected]%& sake!" says Cinder, as she shakes her way upright. Her immediate ground is covered in flakes of sparkly red dust, which glows briefly before becoming indistinct in the dark ground. "I swear to Sehanine that when I catch the thing that shot us down, I'll feed it its own feet."
A few more shakes, and her tiny frame lifts into the air. She stares at one of her splattered ex-companions "I'm glad I had more to fear from the wind than the fall, but obviously being bigger is not a good idea when plummeting to the ground." Then, sparing a final thought for the eagle, she makes her way a foot above the gory remains of the soldiers, checking those whose fall might have been cushioned by the winged beasts and thus stand a chance of being alive.