<strong>Tamara</strong><br/><br/>It wasn't actually all that unusual for Tamara to be so quiet, even in the midst of a celebration. She accepted the mug and lifted it to her lips, taking a few sips and letting the mead warm her from the inside. She turned to smile softly at Amalea, whom she certainly thought was quite pretty and with whom she had shared a few physically intimate moments, although Tamara always seemed to maintain some measure of distance even from those to whom she had shared kisses and cuddles with.<br/><br/>"I know," she said in her usual matter of fact tone. "And I do thank you for the mead." She took another sip and sighed softly. She often wondered how long the others would want to spend any time with her, if she were to remain so distant from them... something she really wanted to do something about, although she wasn't sure how to go about it. She turned to gaze at the other girl, the unspoken concern evident in her eyes, before she turned away and blushed, gazing down into her drink as if she might learn some tender morsel of wisdom in the contents therein.