<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/29/E35b81ec25ba02815cddf6a411b8426c.png)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Yamyra Fardawn (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2445785)<br/></span></span><hr/><em>Lvl: 5, Race: Halfling, Gender: Female, Class: Cleric</em><br/><strong>HP:</strong>45/45<br/><strong>AC:</strong>18<br/><strong>Standard Perception:</strong>d20+5<br/><hr/><br/>Yymyra gave a soft sigh.  Viola's fingers were ever so beautifully caressing the side of her hand.  A gentle, simple caress that she found intensely sensual.  She grinned, cheeks warming, when Viola whispered to her, and cupped her hand around the other girl's ear to whisper in reply.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Whisper</div><div class="spoiler_body">"Only if you wash my hair," the little redhead replied, grin growing.  <br/></div></div><br/>Yumyra's grin was growing wider.  She glanced at the tiefling.  "That's the best kind, Razi," Ymyra sang out to their leader, cheeks very hot.  She got up and offered Viola her arm.