<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, Open<br/><hr/><br/>Maelynn shivered as Johanna's hand landed on her shoulder, almost as if she were the one who had been drenched. And as wary of the subject as she was, and that she seemed to feel her friend was, Johanna did have a point. Almost too much of one. "Well... that is the Heart of the Swarm. Fivesisters are... well... meant to be close. Destined to be close. Closeclose." She felt her heart beat rapidly at the thought. "And you...  well... underneath the wet and book you always smell of... well... you have..." She could almost feel herself burn under the pressure of the blonde's touch. And then her voice went soft and timid, as if dipping her toes back into the river Johanna fished her out of.<em>"...the scent of mating."</em>