<table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td>(http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/kyria.jpg) (http://i468.photobucket.com/albums/rr50/akikokittel/kyria.jpg)</td><td>Dark eyes flitting from side to side, the quieter of the two slipped out of the underbrush and into the warm morning sunlight. Her dusty greyish skin warmed and almost seemed to shine silver as her knee-length raven tresses swirled about her slender frame. Small, pointed ears gently poked out from in front of those thick, luxurious locks of black hair.<br/><br/>Turning back, she grinned, "It's safe, Lyria..... did you want to bathe? I can wash you, if you want."<br/><br/>In truth, the tiny silver elf maiden was but one of two. Her twin, Lyria, was seemingly the dominant of the pair, and it showed in everything they did. Where the more subdued Kyria was a healer, Lyria was a wilderness warrior, and dragged little Kyria along to keep her in peak fighting condition.<br/><br/>All too often, however, little Kyria got the both of them neck-deep in trouble, and Lyria often came down on her rather hard, once even taking Kyria over her knee and spanking the little elf's bare ass with her open hand. Never before had Kyria been so afraid of her sister, or so ashamed. The shame wasn't at what she had done to 'earn' the spanking, but that she'd become aroused at the painful punishment. Aroused that it was her 'big' sister dishing it out, even.<br/><br/>Kyria's grin widened as she let her revealing armor slip off her shoulders, dragging it all to the floor, "Last one in the water is a rotten drow!" The only adornment left on her lithesome frame was the small golden heart suspended from a chain about her neck.<br/><br/>Giggling wildly, the nude little elf maiden ran for the lake that pushed up against the base of the monolithic cliff.</td></tr></tbody></table>