<div class="floatleft">(http://i68.tinypic.com/2s0gyz5.jpg)</div><strong>Tashiel Averlorn</strong><br/><br/>Tashiel smiled.  "Perhaps after this is all done, we will have to provide her with the lesson on two-woman guerilla campaigns."  She moved over to the other woman, leaning over the map, frowning thoughtfully down at it.<br/><br/>"Mmm."  She followed Senna's indications as she marked the various spots on the map.  "I..."  She hesitated, a little uncertain.  "I can only speak for myself.  But... perhaps the wooded way?  My eyes are good.  Hopefully good enough to spot their traps.  And I would expect we would have better luck separating them with the advantage of cover.  Perhaps set up ambushes of our own?"  She shrugged, perhaps unwisely, as her damaged top briefly threatens to burst open.  "Those are my thoughts.  But I was not trained in strategy, only the sword."<br/><br/>When Senna bumped their hips together, Tashiel gave her a smile, her hazel eyes bright.  Fighting together always brought people closer together.  And there was something about the human woman's mannerisms that she found charming.  And she seemed quite friendly, besides.<br/><br/>Quite friendly indeed... Tashiel's eyes widened as Senna slipped behind her, the woman's hands coming to rest on the curves of her bare hips.  Tashiel's skin was smooth and soft, Senna's fingers warm against her flesh, tingling.  "Oh..."  Tashiel said softly, tensing slightly, uncertainly, under Senna's touch.  "That's... I'll keep that in mind."  She said, her voice just above a whisper.