<div class="floatright">(http://i.imgur.com/4LmSmKY.jpg)</div><strong>Szara of the Lunaris Clan</strong><br/><br/>Tha armor Szara had received, meanwhile, had barely been a few scraps of leather sewn together, though the adornments of various fangs and claws of great beasts that hung from it showed it had once been the preferred attire for some great hunter of a southern tribe. Even though it had magically resized itself to fit her proportions it clung to her like a second skin, in all liklihood to stop the fur-lined top from simply sliding off her fram at the slightest movement. Still, the minimalist nature of the armor meant she was at a reasonable temperature, coming from a freezing climate had meant she was always too hot in the southern lands in the gear she had brought with her, even stripping it down had usually not been enough, but this somehow offered her the same protection while being light and airy.<br/><br/>She smiled as she stalked behind Diomeera, her bare feet making little to no sound as her footsteps met the floor;<br/>"Oh, you've always been this big," she cooed as her arms wrapped around the blonde, peach-skinned girl from behind, her hands cupping her now exposed bosom, "it's just nice that you're sharing your...<em>gifts</em>with the world now instead of hiding them beneath an ugly steel plate."