<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/70/Sample_dbf5f83f424773d972464177c1c241e2.jpg)</div><strong>Amalea Morn</strong><br/><br/>Cheeks already rosy from a good party, Amalea found her gaze lingering on Dawn and Rarovan.  She found her throat getting tight, and wasn’t quite sure why.  Surely she’d never be so bold as to climb into the young warrior’s lap in the middle of a tavern…<br/><br/>Would she?<br/><br/>At Rarovan’s drunken boast, the similarly inebriated shepardess giggled and lifted her glass to him.  “Here’s to our pillar of strength, our shining knight clad in iron, may his blade never flag…”  She giggled and her cheeks flared.<br/><br/>Bolder than she ever thought she’d be, the purple haired girl hopped up from her chair and shimmied up onto Rarovan’s other knee, opposite Dawn.  She touched the warrior’s cheek, then the read head’s.  She leaned over and kissed the blond slowly on the lips.  Then she turned and stretched up to offer her lips to the warrior’s.<br/>