Starfall emerged from her tent earlier that morning in a light, shimmering white robe that was opaque enough that you could catch the silhouette of her body underneath.  The storyteller's pink hair fell free.  The morning breeze tousled the unkempt tresses, for she'd yet to brush them since rising from her blankets.<br/><br/>Blushing from her memories of last night's playful passion and affection, Starfall kept her head down as she set about getting breakfast on the fire, hoping to bathe, dress, and do her hair while it cooked.  The story girl looked over at the rusty relic being discussed trying to hide the blushing behind her bangs after a fresh look at her beautiful friends' bodies sent fresh memories of last night flowing in her blood.  “Uum What is that ax, Goldheart?"