(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Whipsers_on_the_Night_Wind.jpg)<br/>Whispers on the Night Wind (https://docs.google.com/document/d/147-hEhTnheUytGZ3y14AhBxu_nfGBJPbOH9UBWyhA34/edit)<br/><br/>Whisper's cheeks flared when she discovered the sleeping arrangements that were being prepared for her.  She new better than to risk offending their hospitality, though, and she knew now the Kono was an honorable man.  Besides, these people—however prosperous—weren't so wealthy that they could afford extra rooms.  If she didn't sleep with someone, she'd surely wing up putting someone out.  So the buxom damsel changed into an old thigh length white cotton shirt.  She tied it over her hips with a snug little sash—she thinks it was actually a man's obi.<br/><br/>She spent several minutes before drifting off wondering if Kono was going to be a little bit less of an honorable man than she thought him...<br/><br/>I mean, he could at least try something.  She'd say no of course.  And she knew he'd stop.  But...<br/><br/>He could at least try.<br/><br/>The copper skinned girl dozed off with those thoughts in her heart.  Her dreams were steamy, alternating between gentle, tender imaginings of what would happen if Kono woke her with a kiss and nightmares of that Haltan bastard stealing her away from the room and ravishing her again and again and again.<br/><br/>Waking slowly, warm if a little antsy, Whispers peeked at the next bed curiously  She reached over and touched the young warrior on the shoulder.  “Are you all right, Kono?”