<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, Stoutly, Florica<br/>Status: Tipsy<br/><hr/><br/>Amanda giggled girlishly at Rowan's display, tipping her stein back to wet her lips in an attempt to hide her mirth.  It was silly how uptight the girl was about something so simple; something that, like she said, just came to mind sometimes.  It reminded Amanda of herself at a younger age.  She'd felt a bit confused herself, especially after the first night when tickling Isabelle had turned into something much stranger and more enjoyable.  The raven-haired elf had calmed her, though, explained how it wasn't serious like a boy and a girl, just something good friends did to be nice to each other.  They'd even sneaked off to watch Isabelle's sisters, just to prove that everyone did it, even if it wasn't a polite company sort of topic, and really how could something be bad when they both enjoyed it and nobody was harmed?  And then Isabelle had told Amanda about an idea with some rope and an odd shaped tree in the back orchard....<br/><br/>She sighed wistfully as her eyes followed Rowan, not quite realizing how obviously she was staring at her companion's pert bottom.  "I'm really not sure if we ought to cut her off or get her another."  The latter would doubtlessly prove more entertaining.<br/><br/>Turning back to Will, she lowered her voice to a pretend whisper.  "Florica likes to be mysterious.  So I simply make up stories for her.  Today, she was kidnapped by fey from a gypsy caravan, then rescued by three kindly magic ravens.  They raised her, teaching her spells to fend off bears and wolves and find the most delicious grubs, until a great sultan came through the forest and she fell madly in love with him.  But alas, he was already wed, and she too prideful to be a second wife - the sultans do that, you know, with the second wives, which I guess gives the wives something to do when the sultans are off fighting dervishes - and anyhow, she ran off and hardened her heart, all very tragic and sad, until some kindly tinker's son can soften it again with kindness."  She turned her grin at Florica, quietly daring the girl to contradict the ridiculous story with a scrap of actual information.