<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/1v6AUAB.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong><br/>Helena "Mead" Winterbelle<br/><strong>Location:</strong><br/>Elsir Vale, Approaching Drellin's Ferry<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong><br/>Everyone<br/><strong>Content:</strong><br/>Big dogs make great pillows, half nude tieflings make great entertainment.<br/><hr/><br/>For most of the the ride, Mead, as usual during travel, napped on the floor of the carriage. Her size allowed her room between her companion's legs, resting her head on her dog, Sully, who joined her in rest at the end of the row. She stirred as she heard the shelled coachman's voice, stretching and letting out a yawn. Groggily, she muttered, "I always look fierce..." Her companions new that despite her current languid behavior, she would be back to her energetic disposition once they neared their destination.<br/><br/>Mead did not return to her slumber, but nor did she act to make herself presentable, trusting her magics and her proficiency in altering her appearance for a quick clean once they were in sight of the town. Thus, she continued to lay there, watching Excellence go about her preparations, and admiring the tiefling's form as she changed. As Lillian called out her remark, the gnome giggled, calling back out. "I think you're the one missing out, Lily! There's plenty of splendor to observe at the moment!"<br/><br/>Afterwards, she turned her attention to Calanthe. "I'd go with the red one. It matches your hair, and you'll cut a more striking figure than the blue one."