<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/d0/60747931277c74ee6bc7db9bd2176d33_%281%29.png)</div><strong>Holly Evermead</strong><br/><br/>After they called a halt for the night, Holly spent several minutes quietly listening to the various conversations while setting up her tent and other camping accruements.<br/><br/>She considered soaking a pot of grains to make porridge in the morning but remembered—with no small delight—that Anton had been providing them with food through his clerical magic.<br/><br/>Nodding softly, she left her pot in the satchel of Honeywine’s Covenant and removed, instead, her hair brush.  This she slipped into one of her belt pouches.  She crossed to where Angrim and Myrune had been conversing.  Word of the might of Myrune’s bow had not  missed the elfmaid, and she was curious to learn more of it as well—not to mention see it in action!<br/><br/>But Myrune wasn’t in that sort of mood.  With a whimsical smile, the elfmaid danced across the grass, silvery-blue hair trailing behind her like a gossamer cape.  She rested a delicate hand on the knight’s bicep.  Aquamarine eyes met the other girls, and full pink lips offered a wistful smile.  “If you bring me your helmet in the morning, I may be able to repair it.  Meanwhile,” she reached up to the archer-knight and caressed the other girl’s hair, just above the ear.  “Let’s take the excuse to let your hair down.  May I brush it?”<br/>