<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6f/Sample_96d07109ba96ff8a32e0bf433e8cfb65.jpg)</div><strong>Winter Moon</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/11ogZygWOLgzeRT9I2XBGFZvyoCEucX4EhHP2VtZPMMo/edit)<br/><br/>Winter moon perched on the stone benches lithgly, between Fauna and Kometa.  She swelled with pride at the trust being place upon her and this band but didn't let that slow her mind.  The redhead studdied Graven's map intensily, reaching into her sling bag to produce a sheet of papyrus, a reed brush, and a ball of ink.  The redhead glanced around for water, then sucked a little one thip of the brush before pulling int from between her pouty lips and working a bit of liquid ink loose of the ball.<br/><br/>"But sir!" she playfully protested, "What better way to impress these dignitaries with the splendor of Thera than to bring along a few score scrolls recording our philosiphy and poetry?  It would only cost a few thousand deinari...<br/><br/>Not waiting for the response to her joke, the young Rhamadine set brush to a sheet of finely crafted papyrus and worked in quick, deft strokes--almost too fast--to copy Graven's most excelent map.