Ayariel looked like she had been hit repeatedly in the chest by a Grand Master of Flowers. Especially as Inyrra stood, her eyes lingered on that big rack of... supple... ness, so much bigger and... bouncier than her own modest pair of breasts. She slowly reached forward, they were in range....<br/><br/>A tendril of drool hung from the bard's lip....<br/><br/>And her hand closed with one of those agonizingly full boobs, squeezing it gently, eyes staring blankly.<br/><br/>"He knows because he's a druid."<br/><br/>The sentence was enough to mostly wake Aya up, her eyes dilating as she tore them away from the party rogue's beautiful bounty of breastflesh. A soft purplish blush creeping over her pale features as she quickly tore her hand away and turned, smiling goofily.<br/><br/>"Hey, -I'm- a druid!" she piped up towards Gajol, but then looked at the tall human, sighed, and shrugged. "But yeah, I guess he's probably a better one, huh?"<br/><br/>Close save. Which it of course was. Inyrra wouldn't have noticed that Aya had... grabbed her breast. Surely not.<br/><br/>((More non-sequitur posting from me. I can't help mahself Ican'thelpmahself LIGHTNING STRIKING AGAAAAIN.))<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>