<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: Florica<br/>Status:<br/><hr/><br/>Amanda gave Florica a startled look, somewhat taken aback.  "I- no!  No?  Do I seem upset?"  She tilted her head curiously, her unnaturally bright red hair falling across her right shoulder.  "You don't think a little, um, cogitation might be good before, um, things...." she stumbled for a moment to think of a word other than<em>coitus</em>, "...progress?"  She cleared her throat and glanced at Will, suddenly unsure how obvious she ought to be.  "With our, ah, employer?  Er,<em>employment</em>."  Oh light, was she implying Rowan was a prostitute now?  Not that she would judge her if so, but she didn't seem the sort.  Cassia, the pretty widow who the boys often visited as they became men, was the utter picture of confidence and soft grace.<br/><br/>She thanked the constable and bade him farewell.