<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<br/>Status: Bright eyed and bushy tailed<br/><hr/><br/>"I...props?"  Amanda wondered if she was more naive than she'd thought, then blushed a bit as Rowan continued.  She'd considered the appeal of such favors for the same release Isabelle had been able to provide, but hadn't given any serious consideration to broaching it.  "Of course we're friends!  And, um, may-" she was interrupted as the door opened.  Startled by the sudden intrusion, she looked straight at Florica; her eyes widened a bit at her nudity.  "Oh...!"  Despite her surprise, Amanda didn't look away until the door slammed, when she broke into laughter.<br/><br/>She laughed again at Rowan's quiet comment on the way down to breakfast, but nodded at the sentiment.  "She's lovely.  But cranky.  I think a rabbit is optimistic."  The interactions between Rowan and Stoutly held their own bit of entertainment, like a pair of lovesick puppies.  It wasn't something Amanda had ever experienced, nor would ever allow herself to experience, but it was a simple and primal force of joy that she delighted in seeing in others.  Perhaps, if she could ensure more of those silly happy moments possible, it would all be worth it?<br/><br/>Giving them a moment, Amanda collected a filling breakfast - she had the svelt body of a young elven maid, but that was due to activity, not a silly peckish appetite like the fluffheads down the lane, who starved themselves to fit into clothes that made them look unhealthy.  She also thanked the innkeep for the four meals, wrapped in cheesecloth, and a jug of small beer.<br/>