<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/b/b8/Kamiki_Kitsune_by_transfuse.jpg)</div><strong>Sweetwater</strong><br/><br/>Sweetwater giggled at the thought of tenderizing Oswald.  Her cute, piping voice sometimes seemed to surprise smaller folk, who seemed to expect gnomes to squeak and giants to rumble like the earth itself.<br/><br/>She took the reigns of the black and fished a fresh apple out of her bag.  “Hello there Hecassa,” she blew on the horses nose, then offered him the apple.  “I’m Sweetwater, let’s be friends.”<br/><br/>Sweetwater’s eyes widened at the wealth of wands they were being offered.  “Thank you, Oswald.  You really are wasted here if you can handle goblins regularly and never need those!”  She grinned then swung up into the horses saddle.<br/><br/>As they road, the redhead gave Borpal a smile, “There’s a man back home I used to dream of.  Sandharrow.  He’s very handsome, and oh so strong.  I imagine he’ll have two or three doting young wives by the time I've seen enough of the world to go home.  But I think he might take me too if I cook for him.  Either way, I’m not exactly saving myself for him.  Life is for living, love is for loving.  I may even find someone I’d rather be with.  Life is full of surprises.”<br/>