<div class="floatleft">(http://img171.imageshack.us/img171/8125/ceara1.png)   <br/><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Ceara Flynn</span></strong> (http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=9196)</div></div>Hearing Cyrus' response, Caera nods a little, forcing herself to relax a bit "I suppose that's true, yeah... though I suppose I'd rather they just stay out there and let us keep wondering about their intentions from a safe distance..."<br/><br/>She keeps one eye on the ingredients in front of her as she works carefully, combining minute quantities of various herbs and other assorted reagents into simple extracts. However, despite the seriousness with which she usually regards her work, she can't help but pay a bit of attention to the pair across the fire from her. Watching Cyrus and Pantea through the dancing flames, she blushes a bit and raises a curious eyebrow as she gets the occasional glimpse of just what the woman is wearing under that cloak.<br/><br/>Her attention, however, is momentarily drawn back to her work as she drops a small pouch of ground willow bark, cursing under her breath and quickly retrieving it before any has a chance to spill. The ingredients she's using for these extracts are easy enough to obtain, but still, her mentor always cautioned her against wastefulness, and at the moment, it seems like good advice.<br/><br/>Continuing her work, a bit more carefully this time, she lets her gaze once again drift out to the eyes watching them from the darkness... but that doesn't last long, her imagination getting the better of her, quickly turning her attention back to her companions and trying not to think too much about what exactly is observing them. Of course, given Pantea's outfit and Cyrus' earlier comments about his blade, watching the pair leads her imagination to get to work again... though while this direction is a bit more embarrassing to think about, it's at least a fair deal less scary, the girl looking back down at her work after another moment of staring, hoping the others won't notice the blush on her cheeks.<br/>