<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1b/b2/a7/1bb2a7e9077ca39fae028cc8a5bafd90.jpg)   </div>Lady Amanda Caithwaine (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1425685)<br/>Tagging: Rowan<br/>Status: Bright eyed and bushy tailed<br/><hr/><br/>"I don't really think<em>alone</em>is how going down works, Rowan," Amanda spoke from behind her friend, closing her own door behind herself as she stepped into the hall.  She grinned and winked.  She'd practiced that one with Isabelle on some thick carrots, so she was pretty certain she was correct.<br/><br/>"And I don't really think you need to be embarrassed.  They mostly wanted to be in your place, yesterday.  So you'll just have to deal with jealousy...."<br/><br/>The paladin, who was definitely not jealous even a little bit, adjusted a leather armor strap beneath her arm.  "Good morning.  I'm not sure if Florica is up yet.  She mentioned wine last night, but she doesn't seem like the type to, um," let loose? "Overindulge."<br/>