<br/><div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/vS4Yyv9.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><del>Serana Strode</del>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2697354) Josephine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Human<br/><strong>Age:</strong>19<br/><strong>Class:</strong>lv.3 Artificer<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Freeman<br/><hr/><strong>HP:</strong>24/24 -<strong>AC:</strong>18 -<strong>Initiative:</strong>1 -<strong>Passive Perception:</strong>14<br/><strong>Infusions: </strong>Bag of Holding, Enhanced Defense -<strong>Arcane Armor:</strong>Infiltrator -<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">lv.1 3/3<br/>-Magic Missile<br/>-Thunderwave<br/>-Cure Wounds<br/>-Disguise Self<br/>-Identify<br/>-Purify Food and Drink<br/>-Jim's Magic Missile (free cast per long rest 1/1)<br/>-Hex (free cast per long rest 1/1)<br/>-Misty Step (free cast per long rest 1/1)</div></div><br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Serana softly clenched her fists down at her sides as Ionli explained what had happened between her and Mephis. She had already felt bad about pushing Ionli away, but now she felt downright awful. The aasimar was hardly any more experienced as she was, yet she had accepted Serana's advances all the same...and then she shoved her away...She saw the shift in the woman's eyes, and while she didn't know exactly what it meant, she found herself flinching a bit, worried that it was a sign of anger or distress.<br/><br/>"I'm sorry..." she said weakly, not sure what to say.<br/><br/>Unfortunately Ionli wouldn't let her just sit and stew in silence and inaction, as the threat of her departure sent a surge of panic through the Princess's body. Immediately Serana was back on her feet, racing over with desperate haste, all but throwing herself between Ionli and the curtain, "Wait" she said, putting her hands up on the girl's shoulders and pressing her chest to her hard breastplate to stop her, "Please don't go...not like this..." she softly pleaded. She was sick of constantly parting from her allies on bitter terms because of her own ineptitudes.<br/><br/>Regal blue met valiant red as Serana stared up into Ionli's eyes, "Can...can I...kiss you?" she asked, her face brightening, "I don't know how much such things mean to you. And like you, Mephis has already taken my first...but..." she trailed off, brows furrowing, unsure how exactly to word what she felt, "...I still think it's an important step of...<em>this</em>" she said, unable to put words to what "this" was, but hoping that something in her voice, her expression maybe, could convey to Ionli what she meant "and I don't want to skip any part of it, not with you..."