<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/E35b81ec25ba02815cddf6a411b8426c.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Yamyra Fardawn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2445785)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl: 5, Race: Halfling, Gender: Female, Class: Cleric</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>45/45<br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>d20+5<br/><hr/><br/>Yymyra gave a little moan as she realized a sensation she'd been enoying was gone now.  Thinking back on it, she reembered--while she'd been staring so intently at the magic card and thinking back to everything she knew about her deck, a hand had soothed her hair and teased her ear.  it had felt really good.<br/><br/>Turning to look up at Viola, the little redhead smiled shyly.  She rested one gloves hand lightly on the toher girl's knee.  Her cheeks were warm.