<div class="floatright">Sumara Farrowynn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1426152)<br/>(https://i.imgur.com/gcMtYDz.jpg)<br/><strong>HD:</strong> 2d10 | <strong>HP:</strong> 20/20 | <strong>AC:</strong> 19 | <br/><strong>Proficiency(+2):</strong> Athletics, History, Insight, Perception, Persuasion | <br/><strong>Saving Throws:</strong> Wisdom, Charisma | <br/><strong>Dmg:</strong> Morningstar 1d8+2, Javelin 1d6+2</div><br/>Sumara held on tight to the rope as the small druid took hold of her javelin and started to scurry across the frozen lake.  Course, the sight of her exposed areas through her damp little dress were hard to ignore, and the dark elf had to look away just so she wouldn't grow a bit excited at least.  Her vision had been distracted while the fighter had disappeared below the surface, and the only thing she saw of Remi was the open hole upon the surface of the frozen river.  Considering she herself was carrying about 141 lbs of weight upon herself, not to mention her own weight, there was little chance she could cross without something similar happening to her.<br/><br/>It wasn't until the woman was back on the shore was she able to ask, "Remi, are you okay?"  At least before she started to stripping right then and there.  Sumara's face went red for a moment as she caught a look at the human's impressive breasts and she quickly turned her head away and back toward the gnome who, again, started to excite her even more than she already was.  So she looked away again, this time in the opposite direction to all the visible breasts and pussies.<em>Goddess, why do you do this to me!?</em>