<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/64/Sample_d70a7cad992d0c81859db4dbfb32f249.jpg)</div>Diona Shadavere (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=291505.msg14314376#msg14314376)<br/><br/>Last night Diona—being small and warm and curvy, armored mostly in silk quilting, where at all—had slipped into the tent with Morna.  Finding it rather cramped, she took the opportunity to wrap an arm around the older girl's waist and snuggle up against her as she drifted off to sleep.<br/><br/>It was Diona's way to wake gently and quickly.  Wide sapphire eyes fluttered open, then they widened in confusion.  She gave a squeak, but then started to relax as a result of Morena taking a certain degree of control o the situation—or at least, of her response to it.  “Yes, sir, please permit me to clean up.”<br/><br/><br/>Diona rose.  The blankets slid off of her and she gave a little gasp to realize her parade armor had slid to the left side, baring a normally concealed nipple and aureole—which were stiffening in the chill night air.  She slipped out of the tent, rose, and worked quickly to straighten her clothes.