<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/4CZqkZ3.png)</div><strong>Elizabeth 'Ellie' Volhorne</strong>(https://docs.google.com/spreadsheets/d/1mk-aMuJhiKCSDnRsLi8eStYZNYUqYnl-pBCweB4for8/edit?usp=drivesdk)<br/>Lamia Female Lore Oracle [Spherecaster] 1<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 10 / 10<br/><strong>Spell Pool</strong>: 5 / 5<br/><strong>Current active effects</strong>: Snek!<br/><strong>Tag:</strong>Group<br/><hr/><br/>Ellie didn't have much more to contribute that night. Answers weren't being had. They're in the middle of no-where. They're woefully lost. And so is this fey-esque girl. But she was tired, and her normal energetic mood would mean that Nemesea would have an easy night. She'd instinctively coil and embrace Nemesea as a way to sleep, and her spine would allow this comfortably due to her new physique.<br/><br/>But that morning would be difficult for Nemesea. Indeed, it'd be awkward. Ellie was naturally a heavy sleeper. And so Nemesea would walk up her butt being squeezed by Ellie's coiling. Her tail sneaking up through her coil, and pushing into Nemesea's legs, and rubbing her thighs. Ellie's hands were, of course, attached to Nemesea's chest. In her sleeping dream, she'd be fondling and kneading Nemesea's breasts from behind. Ellie's head would kissing upon Nemesea's neck, and her long tongue would occosionally come out to lick around her neck.