<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/2/2b/Spider-Man-3-Black-Cat-Spinoff-Felicity-Jones.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kirien Silverlark<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Cleric/Mage<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Patchwall, 7, 577 CY, evening<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Greyhawk territory, Two Fords, Idle Boar Inn, 2nd floor rented room<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Brennisen, closed<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>none<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Kirien opened the door to her rented room and looked within.  It was a simple place, with a bed no better or worse than the one in her own cottage, a pair of decent wooden chairs, a small table, and a chest in the corner, where she had already placed some of her possessions from her saddle bags.  It did not have a window or door leading to any other room, and the walls, though wooden, were at least finished and sanded.<br/><br/>Her elven ears heard the sound of another climbing the stairs and moments later she spotted her red-tressed half-elven friend coming across the hall.  Full lips rose in a smile much warmer than she usually reserved, even for the ranger who had become quite special to her.<br/><br/><em>I think she intends...</em>began her familiar.<br/><br/><em>Hush</em>, Kirien's own mind warned.<em>And whatever occurs...</em><br/><em><br/>I will be silent and observant.  I, too have waited for this moment.</em><br/><br/>Kirien gently caressed Teria's head, hidden in within her cloak.  There was no separating their minds...but for the present, she knew her familiar would keep her word.  Slow-burning fires were being stoked within the Spellmaiden's heart, and for the moment they only kindled for Brennisen.