<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/8/89/B0512ef210e5921246ce3ac86cb85a67.jpg)</div><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b1/Sword_dancer_edit.jpg)</div><strong>Eidolana Mirimar</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1sMQiLJgLQiKUCh3jzOMJLOfDjwPG5mU9CIt50eD4wkI/edit)<br/><br/>Eidolana's ebony cheeks blushed plum as the handsome warrior took advantage of her kiss.  She stammered for a little bit, shifting her feet.  Her petals were bloomed and dewy.<br/><br/>"Okay," she mumbled in Chondathan--the human language of her homeland--"i didn't mean to take it that far..."  Snow white bangs fell in front of her eyes, and living rubies glanced up shyly.<br/><br/>Still, Eidolana was only so much of a blushing maiden, and this was hardly the time for it.  First of...<br/><br/>No one here spoke Chondathan.  She joined in the offerings, trying Trade Common--a pretty simple pidgin universal throughout Faerun.<br/><br/>No one understood.<br/><br/>She tried elven and undercommon.  She even flashed af ew finger signs.  No one got them.  "Okay, this is distressing."<br/><br/>She moved to the dhampir to inspect his wounds.