<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WyE9ZjV.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Damira</span></span><br/>Half-Drow Gunslinger/Cleric, 12 HP, AC 18, Character Sheet (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1615705).<br/><em>Known for keeping her past to herself.</em><br/><hr/><br/>Damira tried her best to hold her composure together, I mean, ONE of them had to, or else their entire conversation was going to consist of stutters and stupid noises. She chuckled softly, perhaps a little nervously, as Edan said it hadn't been that long, reaching up to rub the back of her head as she tried to reply without stammering, "Ah... yes, I suppose that it wasn't... THAT long ago... but uh..." She paused, taking a moment to compose herself, before taking a slow breath and then saying, "Look, I'm just... I don't usually... go that overboard... I'm usually a much more moderate drinking... I mean... I had fun, don't get me wrong, but uh... I feel like, I made a bit of a fool of myself... Especially with uh..."<br/><br/>Her voice trailed off, her cheeks blushing brighter, she couldn't believe what an absolute idiot she was looking like. She really hoped the rest of the group wasn't watching or they'd all think she was some damned blushing, stammering schoolchild. Still, she felt genuinely embarrassed by what had happened the last time they had seen each other, she really did a much better job of keeping herself together, usually, and that night, well, she kind of lost her head, "I mean... ya know... the...<strong>thing</strong>..."<br/><br/>Her eyes flitted about nervously before she forced them to focus on Edan, adding, "I mean... I just hope it didn't... ya know... make things... weird..."