<div class="floatleft">(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a304/RuffNRowdy/406a14c5-1c3e-4906-8bb2-fc68abc3d152_zps31e62764.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs70/f/2013/141/2/9/cassidy_the_cotton_candy_by_pamelasantos-d660siv.jpg)</div><div align="center"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Becky Puddleberry</strong></span> (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=987688)</div><br/>A pointed, up-turned nose appears from behind the trunk of a tree, followed quickly by the adorably inquisitive, smiling face and fluffy pink and blue ponytails.  "Did we win?  If we did, then I can start composing an epic ballad recounting the awesomeness of our deeds against the vast army of vicious goblins."  She peers around, heading toward the group and smoothing her hands over the form-fitting, low-cut uniform.<br/><br/>"What rhymes with skeevy, horny, warty green perverts, though?  I suppose it doesn't<em>have</em>to rhyme.  I could do it in a sort of post-modern, free-form, Dadaist format, with lots of unsettling symbolism and confusing imagery.  Tlu, how do you feel about being represented by a black swan with a broken neck, bound in leather and chains, with your stomach slit open and stuffed full of white lillies?"  She cocks her head at him, her brilliant blue-green eyes sparkling with mischief, then she looks to the others and waves.<br/><br/>"Hi.  I'm not gonna have to touch the green dudes, am I?  I hear they give you warts."