<div class="floatleft">(http://i65.tinypic.com/30vj9qs.jpg)</div><br/>It might have only taken a brief glance to detect her mentor's excitement... but Lyradil wasn't looking.  She stood awkwardly, her blue eyes downcast.  From moment to moment, she shifted, sometimes crossing her arms across her generous chest, then forcing them down to her side.<em>This is an experiment.</em>She reminded herself firmly.  He needed to be able to see her, to observe her.  It would be better not to embarrass both of them by making an issue of how he was looking at her.<br/><br/>When he made the suggestion, Lyradil's gaze briefly flickered to his, then flickered away again, her cheeks flushing.  "Oh..."  She said softly.  Delicately, she swallowed, her tongue wetting her lips just a little.  She was silent for a few moments.  Finally, clearing her throat, spoke.  "Yes, I suppose that makes sense."  Indeed, the scholar in her didn't want to leave an experiment half finished.<em>But for this sort of thing...!</em><br/><br/>Lyradil shifted a little from foot to foot, her body swaying.  With an effort, she forced her hands behind her back.  Her spine arched a little in automatic response, her generous breasts lifting.  "I'm... not entirely sure how to proceed."  She said in her soft voice.  She still kept her gaze off to the side, her face partially hidden by the silken strands of her red hair.