<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/c0/Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg/450px-Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kirien Silverlark<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Cleric/Mage<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall 7, 577 CY, late morning before hitting the road and meeting Brennisen<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Gnarley Forest, Beratana Village<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Yesqwyn, Enastril<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>none<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Kirien rode Wissil towards the inn, she could already see Yesqwyn outside, with smoke rising from her lips.  The diminutive elf almost chuckled.  There were more than a few things similar between her and the half-elf, but personality was strictly not one of them.  The curious habit of smoking pipeweed outside of a pipe, for instance.  The sweet-smelling leaf had few medicinal purposes, and there were more than enough halflings who lived in the village and grew supplies of it for their own use that kept Yesqwyn's own herb pouch full...but it seemed to be quintessentially Yesqwyn to smoke it in such a way.  She was more unique than unique, if that was possible.<br/><br/><em>Yesqwyn is very unique.</em><br/><br/>"You can't be very unique," Kirien corrected Teria.  "I was just thinking out loud.  She's just...charming, in many ways.  Frustrating sometimes, but never moreso than charming."<br/><br/><em>I do not think you understand me.  She is unique in many more ways...</em><br/><br/>"And how would you know, you silly dragonfluff?  You spend all your time huddled under my cloak."  The elf playfully ticked her familiar's ribs through the fabric of her cloak.<br/><br/>There was a tiny cough; the pseudodragon equivalent of a giggle.<em>Perhaps I should tell you.  Perhaps because she is part elf and part human.  Her body is different.</em><br/><br/>Kirien giggled.  "You spend more time looking at her than me."<br/><br/>There was a pause.<em>I know you do.  She is very pretty.</em><br/><br/>"You think all my friends are pretty, female or male."<br/><br/>Another pause.<em>Are you sure there are no other ones?</em><br/><br/>It was Kirien's turn to pause, confused.  "Other what?"<br/><br/>But they had just reached the inn, and Kirien dismounted, just to give her taller friend a warm hug.  She couldn't resist squeezing the blue-clad woman, as the press of the others' considerable breasts against her always gave her a pleasant tingle.  "Good morning!  Are you ready for some fun?  Is Enastril ready as well?"