<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/ni7tXSA.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong><del>Evangeline Nowls</del> Amelia Warrens</strong></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>11/11 AC: 15<br/><strong>Spells:</strong>lv.1 - 1/1<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>wagon group<br/><strong>Effects:</strong><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>Evangeline watched closely as Tinalia took a bite from the apple. Her orange tinted eye gleamed as she stared at the girl's soft lips, watching the juice roll off them. And as she stared something stirred in her, deep in her core, hitting her with a strange urge, an itch, that seemed to shortened her breath. When she managed to peel her eyes away from Tinalia's lips, it was only to let them graze down lower across her body, suddenly furious at the layers she was wearing. Her fingers subtly twitched, filled with a desire to reach forward and tear the layers away....<br/><br/>The woman jolted back, giving her head a few shakes. What in the hells was that? Her cheeks flushed beneath her iron mask. Had she really been enthralled just watching someone eat a fruit? What the fuck was wrong with her? Little did she know that sudden wave of desire had not been her own, not entirely.<br/><br/>Catching back up to reality, Eva was taken back by how seriously everyone was taking her little joke about making a pie. She rose a brow at them, wondering if they were really planning to hold up their job just to bake pastry. However that skepticism flew out the window when Kathra joined in the conversation. The motherly dwarf's cooking was even better than her own mom's, and she was immediately on board for any idea that involved tasting one of her dishes, "Well why wait then? It looks like it's getting late anyways" she suggested, a blatant lie as anyone capable of looking up at the sky could tell. It was far from sunset, but such details were of little concern to a warlock eager to eat a mature dwarf's pie, er...turnovers...