<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/VjfvTWw.png)</div><strong>Taris Vannel</strong>(https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=293833.msg14533999#msg14533999)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>26 / 34<strong>AC:</strong>18<strong>CMD:</strong>19<strong>Arcane Pool:</strong>5 / 5<strong>Arrows:</strong>57<strong>Posts:</strong>11<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Outskirts of Hawken Town<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Xara, Inn Keeper, Carriage Driver<br/><em>Expeditious Retreat</em>: ?? / 50 rounds remain<hr/>"Hmn.  I don't remember your preferences--" she started, suddenly staggering when her leg didn't properly support her weight after a step, "being considered..." she plowed on.  Her left hand released the spell she'd readied, opening the pouch hooked to her belt.  Her upper body swayed precariously, but she could feel the smooth wood of the wand she was reaching for.  The sword tumbled from her fingers as she closed her eyes, shaking her head to try and clear her thoughts ... Throne, she felt heavy.<br/><br/>She didn't remember falling.<br/><br/>She didn't remember falling, but she was definitely on the ground.  There was a disconcerting feeling in her gut, like she could<em>feel</em>the rotation of the planet.  She was warm...too warm for the season, but comfortably so, like someone had wrapped her in a freshly laundered blanket.  The feeling of the air moving over her seemed intimate, a gentle carress as it passed through the breathable fabric of her armor.  Thoughts came sluggishly and ill-defined, her awareness muddled, but she could feel the rapid patter of her heart in her chest.<br/><br/>For a moment, she thought she was having another of those too-real dreams that had haunted her since she'd made her ill-considered bargain.  Xara leaning over her, the morning sun shining in her hair, those gray eyes examining her prone form so intently.  The feeling of warm, gentle lips pressed firmly against hers certainly didn't dissuade that impression ... Taris hadn't had much interest in women most of her life, but the dreams had exposed her to a lot of things she wouldn't have considered before, and this was hardly the first time they'd borrowed a face from her waking life.  Her tongue stirred slightly in response to the full, open-mouthed kiss that was pressed against her lips, it was nice--though the stale air the hot air being pushed into her lungs helped shake her impression a bit.<br/><br/>The feel of coarse leather and steel dragging over her soft, sensitive flesh sent pleasant tingles racing along her skin.  Of course, then the full weight of Xara's armored form pushed down against her sternum, forcing the air she'd just pumped into her out in a rush.  Taris couldn't help but cough, her gloved hands reaching up and clutching at the guardswoman's armor as she took the next breath on her own.  The milky color of her smooth skin stood out from the darkly stained cloth of her bodysuit, her chest rising and falling as she took a few deep breaths to steady herself.<br/><br/>"Xara..." she said, repeating her name, "Did you...just give me CPR...for a wound in the shoulder?" she asked, what she'd intended as a dry chuckle turning into a harsh cough.<br/><br/>"The runner--is he okay?" she asked, trying to pull herself up into a sitting position and work out her own condition.<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/WLVeGed.png)</div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Memorized Spells</div><div class="spoiler_body">Cantrips:  Detect Magic, Light, Prestidigitation, Mage Hand<br/>1st Level:  Magic Missile, Ray of Enfeeblement, <del>Expeditious Retreat</del>, Obscuring Mist, Weaponwand<br/>2nd Level:  Force Sword, <del>Scorching Ray</del>, <del>Mirror Image</del></div></div>