<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=51290.msg2462495#msg2462495">Quote from: Odin on 18-11-2009, 20:49:34</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;">She nodded at the first group of statements but when she was addressed Jo immediately clammed up, <strong>"I doubt I do, I tend not to have much experience with such things really."</strong> Jo thought about not saying more, but then added, <strong>"Being of the cloth doesn't afford me much room for other passions or pursuits." <br/></strong> </span></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/16/Fallon.jpg)</div>The paladin of Sune grins like a child who's just spied an untouched pie left to cool on the windowsill.  From the corner of her eye, she catches Kyla's signs of piqued interest, then slides her shimmering eyes over to the new arrival with an enthusiastic smile... she makes no move to be subtle about how thrilled she is at the unspoken history, or present? between the Cleric and the monk.  It's just so<i>exciting</i>to see two attractive women with so much secretive tension.<br/>She closes one long-lashed eye in a subtle wink to Kyla before returning her attention to Jo.  "Your deity and mine should have a chat...  Maybe Lady Firehair could convince Pelor that a dedicated clergywoman deserves to blow off some<em>steam</em>," the last word comes out a little breathier and huskier than the rest, making it sound sexier than it rightfully should.  "And I doubt there's any shortage of offers.  Like last night, with all the dancing--" she trails off, as if distracted, and leaves that bit teasingly unfinished.<br/><br/>Fallon's expression brightens a bit with amusement at Andrea's demeanor.  "And I thought<i>I</i>was in love with myself," she replies with a teasing grin, though her expression darkens just a bit at question about pasts.<br/><br/>It doesn't take a diviner's insight to see that she's perhaps embarrassed at her own meager past... otherwise, she'd be jumping at the opportunity to talk about herself in her own narcissistic way... but when Koram sits up and speaks, it's like the sun's gone behind a cloud.  His charm and his sense of joy having melted away, it actually pained her to see him so upset-- was this a front for his wounds, or a result of a damaged heart?<br/><br/>She guides her horse closer to the wagon, smiling with a reassuring sweetness that has no judgment or patronization behind it, but rather a reflection of the paladin's reverence for a friend's spirits.  "Koram," she says softly, "it's alright."  She won't interfere further, and will answer only when Koram's through.