<div class="floatright">(http://i1013.photobucket.com/albums/af255/fellea/Amber_1280x420.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Amber Vanlaer<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Steve Matthews/Nathaniel/Open<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Gathering->Fireside Group<br/><hr/><br/><br/>"Midnight hair, eyes endless as a summer's sky, well spoken,<em>and</em>humble... My, my, how've you avoided rutting and pupping some poor, foolish bitch I'll never know." As they neared the fire that Nathaniel presided over with his bits of company, Amber turned and gave Steve one last grin. It stretched the scar that sliced lateral over the left side of her lips, turning her expression even a touch more wolfish than his. Catching his eyes as they slid up her leggings, she gave the spot where they'd landed a slap.<br/><br/>"Let's go charming. General looks like he's giving out orders to his new recruits. Maybe we'll learn something too." Rolling her eyes and putting her hands back where they should be, Amber up nodded to the small cluster about the fire. Still out of earshot, and eyes ahead to where they were headed, she shot Steve one last remark.<br/><br/>"... and buying me a drink is more a reward for you than an apology. So try again some other time when the ground's humming like this and the air's alive with smoke and stars. It's too early to play favorites with any of you." That flicker of good humor, that glimpse of the playful, happy woman she should be- all gone. Vanished behind the shadow of a face he'd first shouldered into as they came up to their would be leader and his company.