<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/d/df/Brandi_Caliss.jpg/268px-Brandi_Caliss.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Verdant Orchid (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1X-jg_0_L8GaDEOMzXQsCJWBjc47AEc0Ge-CdVqc0gqU/edit#)</strong></span>Long brown tresses cascaded down over the shoulders, breasts and back of the blushing beauty as she inspected the offering of the Humble Table. Dressed in her favored stylings, the orchid shades accenting her ever-present flush in her skin. Verdant Orchid ambled through the mushroom fields reviewing their growth and contemplating how to best take care of their people. She was now in charge of a large portion of the food products and had just begun turning a surplus in their sea cucumber beds. Her inspection was being shadowed by the Field Boss and foreman on staff. She discussed stacking the mushroom crop tiering them and doubling their field space, as she did this a Communique from Manse Command required her attention. As the message was delivered by the disembodied voice she straightened and a new expression cooled over her constant peaceful demeanor.<br/><br/>"I must go, start construction of a row as we discussed. We should test this to see what is workable. I would hate to add too much to your strained backs as it is. At least the new tiers will be at standing level and get some of you off your knees for a bit." With this she was on the move, a purpose to her stride that was rarely seen down here among the fields and most commonly as she left it as now. She hit the halls at a run, she was needed in her armor, and that was six flights up and half the manse away. Good thing she was in shape.<br/><br/>***************************************************************************************************************<br/><br/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/9/9b/Verdant_Orchid_Combat.jpg/480px-Verdant_Orchid_Combat.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Verdant Orchid (https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Y_x7GMq1JWWKhrMt_OquzzLIMikvAMC3IOiT6bGF35g/edit)</strong></span><br/>The beauty that appeared in the hangar hatch that would soon be the egress point for their forward division was as far removed from the pensive and accommodating helper of the fields, as a hammer is to a massage oil. Now, a hard and practiced appearance lay upon the armed and armored archer. Clad in her jade armor, enameled in amethyst, her crown upon her head, and windblade at her feet, she awaited the gates to open. They would see if any worthy breeding stock was with this ship, what threats it may hold, what gleanings it may contribute.<br/><br/>She truly hoped that the sailors and occupants would be tractable, she didn't like the alternative. Unwilling would be dealt with quickly and efficiently as any threat, without prolonging the act or causing additional distress. And as for contributions, well the essence channels and conduits always needed maintenance. "Verdant Orchid reporting, scout flight, medic for blue dragon talon, or sorceror for red dragon talon?" She called to the watch command, Umari would be there. He was always there when there was a knock at the door.<br/><br/>He would say where she was needed most. She knew her capabilities, she would be fire support for the scout flight, medic for their ranged fire talon that would rain death upon the warned vessel, or she would be with the red dragon, front line assault doing what must be done.