<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/>It did not go unnoticed, that Faru now walked beside her.  Tamaa walk is a bit exaggerated with the sway of her hips.  With her sex swollen, she rolled her hips more pronounced with each step.  The soreness brings and keeps a smile and glow about her throughout.   Faru is not along in stealing glances, as she likewise is often looking to her companion.   With her hip hitting his thigh with each other step.  While the converse on the way to the stable.   Her hand reached out and clasped his next to her.<br/><br/>"She will live,  her companions, family likely are dead.  Still there is a chance.   But if it is so,  the best way she can honor their memory is to live life. Keep them alive through the memories of times shared."<br/><br/>However, the most intoxicating thing while walking with Tamaa.  Is that she smelled like him,  from their recent tryst.<br/><br/><hr/><strong>GM Notice:<br/></strong>