<div class="floatright">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/1c/9c/a9/1c9ca9e1fbe72b3b255f42ab0145aaea.jpg)</div><strong>Ayreth Sky-Hunter (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1968981)</strong><br/>Half-Elf barbarian<br/><strong>HP:</strong>16/16<br/><strong>Current Active effects:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>all<br/><hr/><br/><strong>"A name is the tavern board where notices of glory are pinned!"</strong>She exclaimed. Ayreth can do metaphor, but there's no guarantee of quality.<strong>"Honey? You've never...?"</strong>She seemed aghast at this prospect.<strong>"Here, I'll show you. You can sit here..."</strong>And she carefully nestled the sprite between her own breasts, since that was convenient, and moved over to sit next to her own pack.<br/><br/>From within that knapsack, she produced a jar; the others in the group knew that Ayreth had all sorts of uses for honey - sweetening food yes, but also a salve for minor cuts and burns they've all gotten along the way. It seemed that her own people had some sort of reverence for bees, from the way Ayreth sometimes talked about hte little insects. But, right now, she was determined to share with her new friend. Uncorking the jar, she scooped out a little bit of the semi-crystallized golden stuff on her little finger and offered a taste to the little fairy, ignoring the little drizzle that fell on the curve of her breast.<strong>"Try this; it's sweet, and good, and delicious!"</strong>