<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d8/RowanPF.jpg)  </div><strong>Rowan Riks</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/wiki/File:Rowan.pdf)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Yup, errbody.<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Puppy lovin and eager to be an hero<br/><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br/><hr/>Rowan flushes a bit, but suppresses any exuberant gibberish or snogging at the sight of Corporal Will at the breakfast table.  She simply pauses, angles her head coyly, and nods a curt bow.  "Indeed, Corporal.  I slept quite well.  I trust you did as well."  She sits demurely, an imitation of the finer mannerisms she's seen among fine company, crossing her legs at the knee and holding her head high, her shoulders back... somehow infusing the propriety with a presentation of sexuality like she's hanging steaks out to age.<br/><br/>With a faint lift of her brow and a purse of her lips, she turns her head slightly to Amanda, surveying the red-haired elven girl she was careful-- in fact, insistent-- to sit beside.  The thought of shared, secret smiles, as she believes Amanda had put it, is about a mile away.  "Breakfast looks lovely.  Beautiful eggs," she says, then glances over at Amanda, pointedly cutting her eyes at Florica, then back to Amanda, before breaking down into a giggle that she barely manages to keep under her breath.  "I'm... craving eggs for some reason.  Lovely, big, firm-boiled eggs... two would do.  Perhaps a... tiny smattering of red cabbage."<br/><br/>She fixes Will with her gaze again.  "SO!  This priestess... is she old and sanctimonious, ready to scold us for our brash ways and sinful lusts?  Or will she be... you know... the type to smoke leaves in the forest glades naked and soak in the bubbling hot-springs and talk about the nature of space and such?"<br/><br/>Throughout breakfast, she continues to run her mouth as normal, but perhaps with a bit more... well...<i>focus</i>than usual.  She's joking, good-naturedly, adding grins and winks and apologies as necessary, accepting her licks in return for giving them, eager to banter and happy to simply be in good company as she shovels down a balance of meats and breads... for a slip of a country-girl, she can pack away food like an ox.