(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/fidelia3_zps0d9c4539.png)<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fidelia</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://plothook.net/RPG/profiler/view.php?id=13838</div></div><br/>"No... wait... that's not ... no... I mean yes...if you want... you can... No...well..." Fidelia flushed bright red and trailed off to a canine whimper as her capacity to express coherent thought struggled against and found itself losing to the feeling that this conversation would be far more productive were it not for the constraining and irritating social convention commonly known as wearing clothes. She finally managed to get out that, "No, my family name's just Canirin, but you can call me Fidelia. Both of you." She glanced gratefully back at the catgirl negotiating, apparently quite successfully with the receptionist and noted that she was temptingly cute as well.<br/><br/>Fighting back from the encirclement of adorability, the dog-eared warrior tried to answer question number two, only to hit yet another wall of embarrassment. "Well, it's a... um... heirloom of sorts. Which I acquired during a campaign in the capital..." Specifically she obtained it from a boutique by the name of The Passionate Poodle when no one else was aware of her whereabouts. "And it has great... um... sentimental value..."