<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/>Amanda grinned and hugged back, trying to take some care to avoid gouging her friend with any of the various metal plates adorning her person.  "I want to hear it all!"  She blushed a bit at her own eagerness, but didn't shy.  "I'm not a prude, you know.  But I'm...I have a lot of expectations.  And not enough to give for what I would want it to be; to be fair to myself, let alone someone else."  She shrugged, the explanation moving too close to things she didn't want to get into and too far away from Rowan's concerns.<br/><br/>"If normal is yesterday, and the meanwhile was good, why would you want to go back?  Enjoy what's different.  Just...be able to do other things, too."  She tilted her head, stepping back as she remembered how she'd dealt with a similar, if completely different, situation.  "I said I'd liked it.  And said thank you.  And then worked on the harvest, just like the day before, but with a few more shared smiles.  It was nice."<br/><br/>She leaned down, picking up Rowan's gear and handing it to the girl. "Not that I...what you...I guess I assume you did?  I mean, it wasn't sex.  Just friend stuff."  Another, more embarrassed shrug.  "We should check on Florica."  Amanda rapped on the sorceress' door with the steel ridge of her hand guard.