<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/74/Lilandra_Firefeather.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2a/Myrinida5.jpg)</div><strong>Elora Shaiel</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1Z5hAA-C4BQNPkX8sdBsjDowpXRQ7MuMp84o6QoTFkYg/edit)<br/><br/>The scarlet haired elfmaid who served the prince as servant and bed warmer had been noteworthy though most of the journey for her elaborate, alluring, and most of all<em>revealing</em>magical robe.  More than one among the crew—when not simply devouring her curves with lecherous eyes—had made some comment to the effect of, “isn't she cold?”<br/><br/>Truth be told, the comment was usually something more to the effect of, “her nipples must be iron arrowheads in that.”<br/><br/>If they knew what Elora Shaiel was acutely wearing—beneath the illusion created by the ribbon braided into hair that was not red, but white as new fallen snow—they might expect to find her in a block of ice.  (Or just risk the Prince's wrath to ravish her on the spot.)<br/><br/>Elora was quite a skilled seamstress, in truth.  She didn't just weave cotton and silk, gold and silver into her garments, she wove them full of magic.  Even the scant silk garments and golden bands she actually wore held enough spells to keep her warm in most climate.<br/><br/>Now, though, she was cold.  She felt limp and pained, and she hid from the chill in the dark depths of unconsciousness.<br/><br/>Then she heard a call, gentle but firm, and her heart and mind alike began to struggle their way out of comfortable oblivion.<br/><br/>Anyone who spoke the language of the Drow might recognize the word she moaned in her musical tones.  “Master...”<br/><br/>Wrapped in a blanket, held in the prince's arms, the curvacious ebony girl snuggled close against him, whimpering softly, again in a foreign tongue born in lighless depths, “Master...  I'm cold.”<br/><br/>Crimson eyes fluttered open, then blinked a few times.  For a moment, she felt dangerously weak.  She clung to her master, reflexively praying that he would protect her 'til she was strong enough to serve him again.