<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3719606#msg3719606">Quote from: Drift on 04-10-2010, 02:04:38</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Viorica watched his actions with amused humor.  It was easier for a fellow practicioner of magic to appreciate the gumption of a man who would so frivolously have his spellbook at hand with the appropriate incantation.  She noted that the pages were marked, probably for easy reference.  Unlike her brothers and sisters of the Sarista, Viorica was quite literate.  This was ironic to her since her family's spoken tongue was poorly suited to written word.  She often wrote in other tongues when she found it necessary to do so but knew how to scrawl some shorthand that might have been interpreted by a fellow Saristan with some added thought.  More often than not it was for leaving notes to herself.<br/><br/>"Flattery will get you far."  She laughed and allowed him to lead her to the center of camp where the music was louder, the wine was freer and the their dancing was sure to gain notice.  She had little doubt that most of her nieces would have envied a dance or two with him.  She suspected her father had probably already talked his ears off with the possibility of a marriage or two.  It would have amused her to hear how that conversation surely went but he was a very handsome devil despite being a foreigner.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"Flattery? Such an ugly word for politeness", he smiled as he twirled her in the rhythm of the music. The smile was a bit ghost-like, with his skin emitting its faint green glow, and his voice was naturally deep and resonant.<br/>All in all, the guy was presenting quite the nice show by himself. But then, that's what he was here for, wasn't he?<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=82056.msg3718981#msg3718981">Quote from: MadPanda on 03-10-2010, 23:43:09</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Keeping close to the Thaecian, Adjia moves back to allow him his private conversation with the Sarista woman.  Then, as if reconsidering holding so tightly to the man, she turns and takes a brief tour of the camp, looking at this and that, always with her hands in plain sight--one on her coin purse, the other near one of her many knives.  She seems to do this out of habit, rather than any belief that she's in peril.<br/><br/>Alas, that her expresison remains hidden!<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>While Adija is walking around the camp, she receives an offer to dance, too. Maybe the youth has made a bet with his friends, maybe he's just curious by nature.<br/>His clothes, while as multi-coloured as possible, are in the "forest" colours, featuring all kinds of green, brown and some black spots. Among the Sarista, this probably means he's a hunter.<br/><br/><br/><br/>At the other end of the camp, the Cymrillian certament Dinigorgeus approached Xionphan.<br/>After looking at him apprehensively, he bowed. It showed more respect than one usually pays to strangers.<br/>"My name is Dinigorgeous. Do you happen to be the swordsman named Xionphan?"