<div class="floatright">(http://i1205.photobucket.com/albums/bb440/Khadavla/dsc00904.jpg)</div>Ionia Tivalt<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Armor Class:  10<br/>Hit Points:  8<br/>Status Effects:  None!<br/></div></div><br/>For the first time since this ordeal began, Ionia woke without the taste of bile in her mouth!  Having a few minutes before the nastiness began, she cleaned up to the best of her abilities--which meant mostly brushing her hair and chewing on a sprit of mint she'd secreted from the kitchens last night.  She thumbed through her spellbook, making sure everything was good to go, then crept up to Lantis's hammock and brushed her lips softly over his.<br/><br/>He saw soft blue eyes gleaming with delight in the morning light.  "Good morning, boyo."  Her voice had a degree of animation he hadn't heard before.  She leaned close to his ear and whispered, "I'm ready for trouble now, though I prefer to get my staff from down here before things get too bad."<br/><br/>She kissed him again, "And if you're bold enough to come looking for another kind of trouble, well, I'm a fickle girl.  You never know what's going to happen 'til you try."  She skipped away up the stairs towards the kitchen, rolling her hips to the rocking of the ocean like a sailor born.<br/><br/>Look out, world, Ionia has her sea legs!<br/><br/>The blond mage worked hard in the kitchen that morning, brewing herself a cup of her 'favorite tea' with breakfast.<br/><br/>When the bellowing came out, "That means you too, Pricness!" Ionia jumped so high she almsot spilled the soup.  Quickly turning it over to Fishguts, "princess" raced for the deck, comforted by the weight of the dagger sheathed in her half blouse.