Thalya Balworth (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=90729)<br/><br/><div class="floatright">(http://i176.photobucket.com/albums/w172/minarou/d51733c7-212f-4bfc-ad58-a6d67e51b00c.jpg)</div><br/>“You said my name.  How sweet of you…”<br/><br/>Thalya took hold of Norton’s armored arm - its metal cold to the touch, colder still due to the cool rain that has soaked it.  But her hand felt warm, warmer still was her whole being in spite of the wet weather as she allowed herself to lean back onto his robust firm body…  She suddenly remembered herself, and remembered the question ask of her by her nephew.<br/><br/>“No… I think I’m coming down with something,” she finally answered, sounding weary.  She straightened herself up, and out of his person, facing her nephew as she regained somewhat her composure.  “This never ending weather seems not good for you aunt, or anyone who is exposed to it for a long period time for that matter.”  She looked at Norton, from head to.  How strong and fine-looking he has become, and in all those times they were together she was tempted to have her way with him, even on the false pretense of offering to teach him of how to deal with women in bed with her as the teacher.  But they are of familial blood, and she had enough sense and restraint that time to find outlet from others.  But this strange feeling within her, which hasn’t left her, was threatening to overwhelm her character, and betray the trust of a dear love one.  She made a half-hearted laugh.<br/><br/>“Sounds funny doesn’t it?  Me sounding like some old woman?”  When the young paladin suggested something to the effect of returning to the Esmeralda for her sake, Thalya resolutely dismissed it.  “Let’s get out this rain instead.  Perhaps we should head indoors, there over by the bow?” she proposed, pointing at the door leading into that part of the abandoned ship.<br/>