<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Sample_dbf5f83f424773d972464177c1c241e2.jpg)</div><strong>Amalea Morn</strong><br/><br/>Amalea’s long, amythest tresses spilled freely down her back and shoulders, released from the usual confines of a tight braid.  A smile kept quirking up onto her kissable pink lips as soft brown eyes with black rims danced from comrade to comrade around the table.  Her hair swished down her back over and over as she ran an ivory comb through it’s length.<br/><br/>The young magus grunted in pain as the comb caught in a tangle.  With a sigh she left it there for a moment and reached across the table to touch Umbra’s hand softy.  “I don’t think any sort of compassion makes you less human, Umara.”<br/>