<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/VoMy9La.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Allie<br/><strong>Race and Occupation:</strong>Half-elf country girl troublemaker<br/><strong>Location &amp; Time:</strong>Country roads, trying to take someone home to the place they belong.  Mid-day.<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alec<br/><hr/>Seeming unperturbed, Allie considered his words and began to wash herself in the creek, first rinsing away the caked dirt from her hair by kneeling in the creek, head tipped aside, and staring up at him with a seeming innocence in her wide eyes as she wrung water from her hair, scooping in fresh to replace it.  Brown water drained away, slowly clearer and clearer, revealing the color beneath to be fairer each rinse until it began to resemble water-darkened blonde.  "Do this... Ah.  I don't know, Alec!" She answers with a spritely grin.  "I expect so, but in different circumstances depending on where they live."  She nods as if this is an academic certainty, her bow-shaped mouth set in a line of assurance as she bobs her sideways-held noggin and splashes more water over her hair.  A blue-skinned frog hops its soft and clingy way into her hands and joins in that rinse cycle, causing her a gasp, then a laugh of surprise.  "Well, aren't you the curious one?"<br/><br/>She giggles and gently tosses the frog onto the creek's shallows with a soft splash, watching it swim and reassert a dominant position upon a stone.  "Gemstone frogs.  Not wealthy, as the name suggests," she says as an aside, casting a soft wink at Alec.  Then, with a sigh, she addresses his more serious warning.  "I'm very lucky to have met you, then, else I would have no friend to help... oh, what's the phrase..? 'Watch my back?'"  She stands straight now and the clean water cascades over her face, neck, shoulders and breasts.  "Is that why you're not bathing?  You're watching out for my safety?"<br/><br/>Walking closer with a couple of sloshing steps, she casts her gaze at him as her expression softens in a genuine appreciation.  "You -are- a true friend, Alec.  How very noble!  But get out of the wet armor, at least, and it'll be dry when we get to town, then."<br/><br/>Hears another rattling intonation of frog-song and looks down and to the right, spying another gemstone frog, this one a vivid green.  "Ooh, another.  How adorable.  They're poisonous, you know.  The colors warn predators not to eat them, lest they sicken.  Apparently, licking a live one can induce all manner of..."  She hesitates, glancing up and letting her face mime chagrin and possession of a secret, "...rrre-ACT-tions."  She casts a stage-wink.  "And without predators, they grow rather large."<br/><br/>Finding this note to be satisfactory, she reaches out to tug meaningfully at one of Alec's armor buckles, but doesn't fight at it before sauntering her panty-clad ass a few steps back to crouch, then kneel, in a pool of now-cleared water and wash her arms and thighs with casual grace.  She sings something in elven-- that birdish language again-- but this time it clearly forms notes and tones that resemble human song.  Her singing voice, however... it's not particularly -good-.