<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/5YwaR0Q.jpg)  </div><strong>Florica</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1423396)<br/><strong>Tagging</strong>: Rowan, Amanda, Will<br/><strong>Status</strong>: Probably more drunk than she seems.<hr/><strong>Rolls:</strong><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button"> Cunning Caster: Message</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2018-01-30 00:56:47, Florica (uid: 15606) rolls: 1d20a4 Result: 24 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=113740)</div></div><br/><br/>Florica remained silent as the other women spoke of their backstories, giving no intention as to whether or not she intended to chime in and offer her own tale. Her mouth, for the time, remained shut, save when she deigned to pour more wine into it. As Amanda finished her own, Florica knew the spotlight would shift her way, and the other would no doubt be curious if she was going to share. Before she had any chance to do so, however, Rowan... well, did a Rowan. The girl had an amazing knack for forcing her foot into her own mouth, it seemed.<br/><br/>Hearing her stumble over her words and seemingly confess to fantasizing about everyone at the table, or something to that effect, brought one of those amused grins to the sorceress' lips. She tilted her head towards the flustered girl, calling over to her in that playful tone which only seemed to come out when she drank, "It's quite alright, dear. I have that effect on people."<br/><br/>Spying an opportunity for a little more fun, Florica took advantage of everyone's attention being drawn towards Rowan to stealthily work her magics, quietly casting the message cantrip, and then gesturing towards Rowan from a hand under the table, and mouthing quietly, the magics carrying her words to Rowan, while hiding them from the others,<em>"Quite an eloquent display. Should the corporal fail to be charmed, however, I'm certain I could provide you with sufficient... comfort."</em><br/><br/>Because truly, at the end of the day, what is even the point of being magically inclined if one cannot drunkenly abuse spellcraft for the sake of flirting with one's traveling companions. Should Rowan choose to look back at the spellcaster, she would shift her gaze back to the others at the table, only a glance out the corner of her eye, and a sly grin giving hint that Rowan hadn't simply been hearing things. Half the fun, of course, was simply waiting to see her reaction.