<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/fe/d8/59/fed859c255ee88991725d2d7ff7cd4c4.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Tamaa ya Hamu (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2444194)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl 4 Human Female Archer</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>48/48<br/><strong>AC:</strong>17<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>+1<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>Faru ibn'Jalal,<br/><hr/><br/>Faru took her into his arms.   His head tilted downward.   She's lifting her face upwards.  His breath caressing the soft curves her face.  Their lips nearly touching.   She doesn't nay say him in calling her beautiful.  It invokes a glow about her, a radiance.  His strength and warmth brings a contentment and peace over her.   Even through she knows the truth,  she is pleasing to the eye, a beauty no.   Aishah and the half elf Namhia are beautiful.   Who know how to act a woman.  She is unpolished, turned into an soldier.<br/><br/>Showing such extent of this truth when she goes to lift her head and press a light timid kiss to his lips.   She does as he shifts and their foreheads collide.   Pulling back her head, she is apologetic.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry such a kutz."<br/><br/>She is no kutz,  she is fluid in her motions showing great agility and dexterity in how she carries herself.   No all it showed is she is no temptress, merely a woman who has wants as any other.  Faru sees her lush lips pursed in quivering anticipation.   Ready to be plundered, after she arrayed out the apology for the slight mishap.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:<br/></strong>