<div class="floatleft">(http://i163.photobucket.com/albums/t295/JoanieSappho/Jo_zpsrcv42ozu.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Johanna Laurus<br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Vine and Horn Inn and Tavern<br/><strong>Time:</strong>the present<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Maelynn, open<br/><hr/>Johanna apparently did not know whether to pale or blush at that revelation, although her cheeks eventually settled on reddening a little.<br/>"<em>Oh.</em>" Her hand remained where it was, forgotten with the news that she smelled of- and after what had happened in the shop it was no wonder that she<em> really </em>smelled of that ...<br/>"I ... I'm sorry." She offered. "I don't think it's ... mating, not quite." Despite herself and the fact that after Maelynn opened up to her she felt compelled to do the same, she still had trouble actually talking about ... about that sort of thing and her words stumbled even more than usualy. "I've never actually ... that. Not that I wouldn't I ... " The urge to abandon the conversation, room and possibly entire town swelled up, but was pushed back down. "I mean, I like you, Mae. It's just I ... I can barely even talk about it let alone do ... that. And today it was probably worse because I-"<br/><br/>She blushed and squirmed awkwardly, not able to actually look at Maelynn. "Ifoundherandshewastouchingherselfandihidandwatchedandtouchmyselfand ... and that must have made it worse for you." After her rapid stream of words she took a deep breath and fidgeted as she told Maelynn one of her worst secrets.