<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/White_ajah.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=562331 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=562331)<br/><br/>Active Spells:  Endure Elements<br/><br/></div></div><br/>Amelia couldn’t help but grin at the Kender’s barrage of questions.  Before she could begin regaling him with her family’s grand history and proud duty,<em>he</em>joined the conversation and her breath caught in her throat.<br/><br/>Sir Weston Grant, she learned that his name was, of the Order of the Shield.  He was so tall!  And clearly powerful—broad as two of her!  Her heart always leapt into her throat and fluttered there when he favored her with his handsome smile.<br/><br/>(Strong jaw, straight teeth.)<br/><br/>Amelia swallowed nervously and straightened her side-slit skirts.  This little ritual helped her find her composure.  When she looked into the knight’s eyes, she was calm and confident—perhaps a little arrogant.<br/><br/>“Sir Weston, what an honor to finally meet you.”  She curtsied slightly, one hand on her skirt then extended her hand.  It was long fingered and delicate, with a particularly ornate golden ring.<br/>