<div class="floatright">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w172/minarou/2458078-dragon27scrownelf.png)</div><br/>Lauriel La Lena (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=212401)<br/><hr/><strong>Tagging:</strong><strong>Evan</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Legend</div><div class="spoiler_body">Green = Elven</div></div><br/><br/>Lauriel pouted, then blushed at Evan's reprimanding defense over his 'sword'.  She stammered.  "I-I know of the Elven get together!"  She calmed a bit, averting her gaze from him as he started to discretely undress.  "I was disgusted.  But mostly scared.  There was this boy, Alfred.  We were supposed to do it together but when I saw his...and what he plan to do with it...I ran away!"  A look of regret creased the wood elf's face.  "He must have been too embarrassed to say anything about it afterwards..."<br/><br/>She snapped back to the now, when Even handed her his trousers but not before catching a considerable glimpse of his 'Elven Sword' in its full glory.  Lauriel stood stunned by the sight, her mouth agape.<em>His is definitely longer and larger...</em>