<hr/><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/thumb/c/c0/Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg/450px-Fd5e741b1b90361f6a2643d2aad8e6d3--felicity-jones-hair-photo-pro.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Kirien Silverlark<br/><strong>Class: </strong>Cleric/Mage<br/><strong>Time: </strong>Brewfest 2, 577 CY, afternoon<br/><strong>Location: </strong>Gnarley Forest, Beratana Village, Kirien's cottage<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Enastril<br/><strong>Content Warning: </strong>none<br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/>It had been a fortunate, quiet afternoon for Kirien...not even a minor injury, poisoning, or pregnant mother needing a remedy for morning sickness.  It had given her time to patch a cloak she normally wore into the forest on her near-endless rounds of herb-collecting.  Now, it seemed, she would have a bit of time to practice her slight variation on the<em>armor </em>spell she'd been attempting--giving the invisible barrier a touch of color, so as to make her look like she actually was wearing a suit of ghostly leather plates...<br/><br/>A knock at the door brought her attention around, as well as Teria's, who was lazing around her neck and shoulders.  Opening the door, she was overjoyed to see her longtime friend Enastril, just as he'd promised in his last letter.  Having lived in the more rustic Beretana for a few years, she'd shed some of her more stoic Olve Minrith mannerisms, and she reached up to him, embracing him warmly.<br/><br/>"You're here, and safe," she smiled.  The lands that were under the protection of Greyhawk--and the Vesve and Furyondy, for that matter--were well-guarded and generally not dangerous...but one never knew, in the world they lived in.  There had been rumors enough of war and strife in far-off places, and Kirien's studies of history had shown her that what was far-off could grow all too close to where things were supposedly safe.  "Come in, please."  She took his hand, leading him into her warm (perhaps a bit too warm) and snug cottage.  On Kirien's shoulders, Teria's head swiveled up to look at the male elf with wide, expressive eyes, and a look of what could only be described as matter-of-fact objectivity.  She opened her mouth and gave a tiny cough of welcome herself, as her telepathy only worked with her mistress.<br/><br/>Once Enastril was seated by the fireplace, given something to drink in a wooden cup, and Kirien had seated herself across from him in her own chair, she placed her hands in her lap.  "Well could I say this was a fated meeting, my friend...I've had many dreams of late about you, and others I care for.  Whether they come from my Lady Ehlonna, or are just emanations of my own worry...I am not wise enough to reveal."<br/><br/>Teria rose from the Spellmaiden's shoulders, to settle silently on the mantel of the fireplace, between two large glass jars of finely powdered green herbs.  The pseudodragon let her head hang over the edge of the finished walnut board, and if she could have, she would have purred at the warmth rising from the crackling fire in the hearth.<br/><br/>"How are things with you?  Are you still happy with your decision to leave Highfolk?"