Continuing to go through her mail as she walked, another large envelope caught the Gilnean woman’s eye. She had already stuffed Lynx’s photos back into their respective enclosure, fanned herself enough to get rid of the blush, plotted how to get them to Armont, and continued on her way through the village. Curiously, she opened the next large one:
“MAEISHA?” The word was nearly squeaked, and a gasp caught in her throat. She blinked a few times, staring at the first photo. “In a dr--in a--in--” She flipped to the second photo. “In dresses?” The flush came hotly over her again, from forehead to chest. “And with--with clea--oh, Light above, Maeisha darling, who are you going after?”
She hid a grin, attempting to be inconspicuous on her stroll back to her cottage; but it only broadened into a delighted laugh at the last photo. “Rabid royals, Maeisha love, so that’s what you’re hiding under your armor!” She fanned herself with the envelope again, her grin wide and impish. “And not a bow in sight. Light, lovely, put some pants on.” She dissolved into giggles, tearing her eyes away.
Who in the Torch is requesting all of these sexy photographs of our women? she wondered quietly, stuffing these photos, too, back into their respective envelope. Damn it, Ovan...
She was going to need a larger amount of attraction potion.
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