<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/783387491dba470535f9fd0384c8ec17_%281%29.jpg)</div><strong>Aria</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=94201)<br/><br/>The blond girl greeted the Jarl with a polite bow.  She blushed a little at his cheerful inunedo.  Then she noted the newlywed couple and her cheeks burst into flame.  After so many night's sharing in her goddess's violation, there was something hypnotic and magical about seeing two people making love.  She tried to be polite, but found she couldn't look away.  The look of pure bliss on the bride's cheeks when they finished together, making her wonder shyly if the bride was with child, brought a mingled sense of hope, hapiness, and bittersweet resentment hammering up in Aria's heart...<br/><br/>When the revelries began, she tried to take the drinks easy.  Somehow her horn of sweet mead never seemed to run empty, though.  It wasn't long before she found herself crawling up into Varis's lap and cuddling into her handsome protector, blowing on his dice as he gambled.<br/><br/>At some point, though, she lost her train of memories.  The blond groaned softly as she started to wake, trying to remember what had happened next.