<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/a/ad/Whipsers_on_the_Night_Wind.jpg)</div><strong>Whispers on the Night Wind</strong><br/><br/>At the comments on the gold, Whispers gave a little shrug and explained, “I took it from a slaver who thought he could collar the daughters of the Seventh White River Clan.  He doesn’t need it anymore.”<br/><br/>As soon as the initial hubbub wound down, Whispers briefly excused herself, saying she'd like to wash up.<br/><br/>The coppery skinned maiden returned a little later, hair glistening form a brush, body freshly washed, and wearing quite a bit more than she usually did.  Her leather sandals were adorned glass beads.  Loose, olive green pants fell to her ankles, and a snug tunic with a keyhole neck—made of the same—hugged her generous bosom and bared a line of tight copper flesh from waist to just above the naval.  The back of her top showed a complex quill pattern above the shoulder blades.  She still wore the off white feathers in her hair, but hand worked in some big wooden beads, one holding a little tail over each ear, a few more pulling her raven tresses into a single pony tail at the nape of her neck.  A sturdy wool cloak was hung over one arm.<br/><br/>Whispers spoke politely with the visitors, trying not to let herself brag again.  She graciously thanked those who offered her training, sincerely eager for the lessons though she knew she was more skilled than many mortal warriors twice her age.