<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/689220636480110605/1018905756562636900/pally_lady_2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ionli (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345576.msg16288973#msg16288973)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Aasimar<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cleric<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/>Even with the grim nature of Mephis's story, having her hair washed by someone else was rather relaxing.  It reminded Ionli of the days when her mother would do the same thing, allowing her eyes to drift closed briefly so she could enjoy it while it last.  Then Josephine accidently pulled on her hair, forcing her to bite her lip to keep a gasp from escaping.  It was more from surprise than pain, though it did sting a bit, and she didn't blame the blonde for her reaction.<br/><br/>"It's not?"  The cleric was a little surprised by the fact Mephis's home nation had outlawed the practice, but given their devote practices it made a fair bit of sense when you factored in who was named during the binding ritual.  "Sorry, I don't know much about other places yet."  She'd turned a little bashful, though things went further into the darkness of the proverbial rabbit hole when the half elf shared fully what had happened to her.  "That little son of a<em>bitch</em>!"  She cursed, rare for her but heartfelt.  She heard Josephine's question, wondering if the artificer had plans to murder the man in question.  Not that she could hold it against her if she did.  "I'm... gods, Mephis.  I don't even know what to say."  It was clear that her heart went out to the sorceress, however.