JustAnotherHippie150

Jesse sighed in bliss as he relaxed in the warm waters of the hot spring. It was the first day of the Japanese-style onsen's opening, and he had to admit it was pretty nice. He grinned as he glanced over at the women in tight, revealing swimsuits; to try and attract more customers, the onsen owners had decided to try a mixed bathing style. A light swat on his shoulder caught his attention and he turned back to his girlfriend. "Hey, I wasn't looking, Stephanie..." he said with a nervous smile. The young woman just sighed and cuddled with him. "See, I told you you'd like this..." she said with a giggle, and Jesse had to admit she had a point.

Sarialinde Talaome Sarialinde was born on a cool April night in 1584. The first and only daughter to a high elvish king, hidden away in country most commonly known as England. As she grew, her mother left the family for reasons still unbeknownst to the elven princess and she grew up around her four brothers being raised by only her father. In time, it was learned that she possessed a small gift in the magical arts but her father seemed to ignore it and focus her training on more deadlier attacks, using her smaller and more athletic size to be accompanied with a dagger. It suited her best, her father told her, for her tongue was as sharp as