<div class="floatleft">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/thbutterfly.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Maelynn Swallowtail<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>Present<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Johanna, Helia, Stanis, Lesslie, Open<br/><br/>Maelynn nodded eagerly. "I will go where you go. We are fivesisters, after all." The nature of the bond was practically a geasa, which was why slavers treasured Lepidopteran cocoons so. And why it was a lucky thing that hers was rescued by Johanna, rather than someone more insidious.  "And I would not worry. One like you will make many friends, I am sure." Of course, being the one pulled out of the not-so-proverbial river probably biased the butterfly-girl's opinion somewhat. "This trip to the woods, Mr. Stanis," she asked, turning to the man, "are you going as well? And does this... um... place... does it have nectar?"<br/><br/>This<em>Amberdale</em>place was very exciting, but scary at the same time. There were almost no trees, and absolutely no Lepi. There were so many enclosures - it was almost claustrophobic. Indeed, Mae would be most pleased to be in the woods again. That being said, there were so many sights, and so many sounds, and so many smells. She had already taken the scent of Fivesister Johanna many times over. The mage's unique fragrance was in fact imprinted in her mind. But not so with the other, so, without any clue that doing so might be forward, she leaned forward and sniffed him, both with her vertebrate nose, and with her arthropod antennae.