<div class="floatright">(https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/689220636480110605/1018905756562636900/pally_lady_2.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Ionli (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=345576.msg16288973#msg16288973)<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Aasimar<br/><strong>Age:</strong>20<br/><strong>Class:</strong>Cleric<br/><strong>Status:</strong>Adventurer<br/><hr/>Ionli would be more than willing to help carry things and help support the villagers however she could, glad to have the distraction on the way back to Alana's village.  She'd offer the use of her iron pot when it came to cooking, speaking to Mephis about it briefly, not much use in that department beyond a few basic stews herself.  Maybe she could learn?  Something to think about, at least.<br/><br/>"Thistle, that's not how baby making works," Ionli told the redheaded young woman, shaking her head at the thought while her cheeks burned with heat.  Thick, hot, spilling past her lips—<em>stop it!</em>She didn't want these memories!  Yet there was nothing she could do to keep them out of her head.  They would pass, she just had to not focus on them.  And while she walked she did so with an odd gait, the aching heat that had built between her legs leaving her feeling distinctly uncomfortable.<br/><br/>"I don't need anything fancy," she said once they reached the village.  "Just somewhere private."  She felt flushed, sick to her stomach, tired, and in need of a wash.  What was even wrong with her?  Was she some sort of freak?  Oh, who was she kidding,<em>of course</em>she was!  No one else had memories of the Gods War.  No one else could sprout golden wings of light and fly without the aid of spells.  "Please, today was... trying."