<div class="floatright">(http://www.clydecaldwell.com/jpgs/large_images/amara.jpg)</div><br/>The redhead stood with one hand on her hip, the other nowhere near her blades, and grinned flirtatiously at the guards.  "I prefer dancing to clashing steel, good neighbor, but my mother was a temple guard for Saranrae, and she's taught me to protect those I care for."