<div class="floatleft">(http://drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/19/20100919232329-9eb928b7.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">The Virgin Flower</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Orchid</span></span><br/><em>Druid of Rosewood Forest</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=8521); 40 HP (Current 40); AC 16<br/><br/>Spells in Effect:  None<br/><hr/><br/><br/><br/>Orchid stood there, her chest rising and falling with each breath. Her eyes narrowing as Xysis seemed to meld with the water of the lake. Her attention suddenly went to Azrael, the wolf limping over and whimpering. "Thank you my friend." She said, holding her hand out to stroak his fur. Her hand glowing a soft blue as she healed most of the wolf's wounds.<br/><br/>She turned once more back to the lake.<em>What did he mean by keeper? and what friends?</em>Orchid thought. Perhaps she should return to her circle and see if any of them were in danger. The young druidess began to take a few steps back the way she came when a large gust of wind blew against her face. It tossed her long black tresses up. She could sense that the forest was urging her to go south.<br/><br/>"Prosecutus ventus obviam meus tergum." she said, running off south. She moved with cat like grace, not weighed down with many possessions. Her nimble form easily moving through tough under brush and trapping vines. She would heed the forest's call and follow the soft breeze.