<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cd/Fpic22-ava1.jpg) (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/10/Fpic22.jpg)</div><strong>                     Rianna Character Post</strong><br/><br/><strong>Time of day beginning post:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Time of day ending post:</strong>Early Afternoon<br/><strong>Location beginning post:</strong>Bold Bison Inn<br/><strong>Location ending post: </strong>Bold Bison Inn<br/><strong>Characters currently interacting with:</strong>Corann<br/><strong>GM Intervention Request\Required? (Yes/no)</strong>Nope<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The Chosen she was speaking with was certainly interesting.  His child-like nature showed up frequently in response to the prospects of combat.  Much of her experience with the Chosen demonstrated a consistant eagerness for conflict, but Corann was different.  Something like looking up to combat as if it were an approving father, or a respected role model.  Rianna's closest comparable experience was in her early teens, when she looked up to her trainer in adoration.  She wanted to make him happy so she excelled in everything he taught her.  Corann's gestures reminded her entirely of the experience.  But, she couldn't help but notice its strangeness.<br/><br/>Rianna gracefully dipped her bread in her bowl of stew while Corann devoured his.  It was mildly amusing, but to be expected.  A man of his size doesn't get to be so large without a suitable amount of food.  It became obvious in this moment that her first impression of him had entirely changed.  She wasn't sure what role she would play in a party with him.  She pictured herself as a reserve fighter, tactically choosing the right opportunity to step in if things got too heated.  Rianna was still chewing when Corann commented about their similarities.  In a way, she could see it, but Rianna believed more that combat should be minimized or avoided when possible.  That was very different than the glorification of combat that Corann held.  She did not furrow her brow as she considered the differences; her face didn't share any sign of the conclusions she had made.  She simply continued chewing her food as amusement crept onto her face.<br/><br/>"Indeed we are similar, certainly similar enough for our paths to victory to meet as they have," she said after swallowing.  She followed it with a soft closed-lipped smile and went back to eating her food.  She lightly dabbed her bread in her stew again and took another small bite, chewing deliberately and thoroughly.  Odd for one considered a soldier, who often eat in a moment's notice.  Some of her childhood never escaped her.  While she could certainly consume her meal in a flash, in public Rianna always composed herself as a noble.  Though she wasn't actually certain if her family still approved of her.  Or if they even still lived.<br/><br/>A slight shake of her head dispelled the grim thoughts and brought her back to the conversation.  Corann was leaning forward eagerly hoping for the Swordmage's approval to go "visit" the blood elves.  She was certain she would need to head to the olive groves to procure some components, and if rumor were to be true, the blood elves had settled in.  If what they did could be considered settling.  Rianna smiled her simple smile and nodded.  "Yes, we should certainly pay a visit to the blood elves.  I have business at the olive groves anyhow."<br/><br/>From Corann's angle, there was a rather good view of Rianna's chest.  While her nipples were covered securely by the frame that wrapped around her torso, nothing held the frame together.  Her breasts rested in a very natural bowl shape, with a slight separation preventing any serious cleavage, though their shape was natural yet equisite.  Rianna didn't seem to notice whether Corann was viewing her purposely or not, and in reality, she didn't exactly care.  The last few years had seen an overwhelming amount of stares at her body, a result of her manner of dress.  She couldn't complain as she had chosen and designed the outfit herself to optimize her own mana recovery.  As an added benefit, it also made many of the fighters she faced underestimate her.  After all, who would fight without wearing proper armor?  Who would want to harm this pretty young girl? This swordmage had learned to make short work of those that would underestimate her.  Luckily, her style of combat was somewhat unique, making very few people able to truly adapt to it in short altercations.  As long as she fought with all her strength, the fight was usually over before her opponent could truly recover.  It was the most liberal she allowed herself to be with her code of honor.  Purposeful deceit was against her morals, but the blame was not hers to bear alone.  Only those that underestimated her were truly to blame.  But here, her dialogue with Corann gave her an interesting topic to consider.  As potential allies, they would need to work together.  The question was, did Corann underestimate her, or does she underestimate him?  And further, would these false estimations threaten their survival?