<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>: Amanda, trying to tag Florica<br/><strong>Status</strong>: A bit antsy, definitely not wanting to go downstairs alone<br/><strong>Rolls</strong>:<br/><hr/>Mischievous as always, Rowan expects her soft-soled boot on the door will cause it to rattle on its frame alarmingly.  She doesn't realize, of course, that it will pop open and that she'll be standing there, her bright eyes wide as saucers, flat-footed, with a lovely witch standing-- full-breasted and naked as the day she was born-- right in front of her.  Especially considering that the conversation she'd just been having with Amanda was already getting her heart pumping, all she can do is stand for a minute, shocked, her face upturned, her shoulders low-- her hands are outstretched as if she's one of those annoying, performing pantomimes at the fairs, and her mouth is slightly agape.  She blinks, unsure where to look first, or perhaps how to look away, so she simply stares from one point to the next with a kind of horrified gratification that defies propriety.<br/><br/>As Florica screams, she nods once, very curtly.  "Um... yes, I agree you are..." and the door slams shut, she retains that stance, then slowly turns her gaze back to Amanda-- who, thanks to Rowan's diminutive height and her awkward landing in a half-crouch-- had a clear view of the whole, ahem,<i>situation</i>.  She looks slightly horrified as well as terribly excited.  Her mouth snaps shut with an audible click.  "Oh my," she whispers.<br/><br/>When Floica casts the door wide again, fully dressed now, Rowan springs back and, perhaps instinctively, clings to Amanda's armored arm for protection.  "Oooh fuck me," she mutters, then immediately brightens artificially.  "GOOD MORNING Florica.  Sorry about the door, it's a shite lock I swear it.  Just fell open, didn't see a thing.  Lovely blush of sunrise this morning-- your hair looks lovely!  On your head I mean.  Grand!  The morning.  Breakfast?"<br/><br/>To the accusatory statement,<i>I hope you enjoyed the view</i>, the answer is plainly obvious on Rowan's blushing face.  She visibly bites her lip to keep her mouth shut, barely containing a little 'eep' in response, and lets her eyes flutter over the sorceress as she storms away.  Very, very quietly, she turns her face to Amanda and whispers.  "<i>would she turn me into a rabbit if I said yes?</i>"<br/><br/>She then follows Florica to the stairs, brushing her leather armor with her hands as if that simple gesture will return some sense of composure to her, and heads to breakfast.... of course, as soon as she clears the stairwell, she spies Will, and grins like a cat in a birdcage.  She actually giggles a bit before biting off the sound and covering her mouth, pretending it was just a cough trying to escape.  "Good morning, Corporal Stoutly," she says, walking with a generous, unconscious sway as they approach his table, avoiding eye contact except for the occasional upward glance through her lashes...  each one threatening to split her face wider with a broadening smile.