<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6b/Iolanda.jpg)</div><strong>Iolanda Tailor</strong><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Drama 0<br/>Dramatic Wounds 0<br/><br/>https://docs.google.com/document/d/1QnCo-2DN13LETwn-yHM21ZOtm-kXwmCR1u3Txt2yUf0/edit</div></div><br/>Iolanda stirred.<br/><br/>For a moment, she gave an intimate moan, sensing it was her favorite bed mate beside her.  Half asleep, she tried to roll on her side and wrap her sister in her arms...<br/><br/>The bonds that held her on her back put a stop to her peaceful morning as quickly as they jerked her back onto her back.<br/><br/>The courtesan’s hazel eyes widened in shock,then her lower lip trembled as terror flashed through her blood.  The raven haired girl was only ruled by it for a moment, though.  She heard the clinking of crystal and feared she knew exactly what was going on.  Thinking back to the vision in the scrying pool, she was certain of it.<br/><br/>Iolanda gently turned the hand adjacent to her sister's and laced their fingers together.<em>Oh, my precious Rachelle.  Thues grant me a way to spare you what is to come.  Your first night as a woman should be joyous...</em><br/><br/>The younger sister blinked her tears away and drew a deep breath.  Today she had to be the strong one.