Thread:GulfstreamTheGardener/@comment-44642068-20200126195801/@comment-33229352-20200127132605

Gevar dropped her gold and without hesitation tossed herself after it. She hit the deck of the Jackdaw with a heavy whump, but seemed no worse for wear. The Stymphalian bird got up and dusted herself off, then snatched the now flattened lump of gold from the floor.

She had fallen in time to hear them talk about shadows and whatever else was going on. "He can't control your shadow if you don't have one," she pointed out. "If I burst into flames, then I don't cast any shadow."