<div class="floatright">(https://s-media-cache-ak0.pinimg.com/564x/c4/99/6f/c4996f9f2ea069dc7a9698fdd48040f9.jpg)<div align="center"><strong><em>Liadian o'Braonán </em></strong></div></div>Upon her first few years of visiting her mentor and Lord, Conri had dwelt within the very mountains themselves, his liar a dark, secretive place full of wonder. Yet as she has grown and come to him, asking about the castles in books and lore his home had adjusted. It was as if he wanted to give to her every dream, every experience possible, and it was part of why she loved him as she did. Not that she spoke those words aloud, for he was fae and their views on love where different than that of humans, nor did she wish to find such sentiment rejected. So instead she worried for him, adored him and strove to please him.<br/><br/>Did this stranger read her love in how she looked at Conri, or in how she leaned into his touch?<br/><br/>Troubled at the notion she kept her silence as they moved through the forest, the castle he called home hinted at in the distance, and then through the trees, part of her yearning to reach what she considered home. Across the bridge she moved, unafraid of the creatures that lurked in the moat, nor those who perched upon the towers and peaks, watching them with sharp eyes and ready claws. When Conri withdrew from her she strode forward boldly with the breeze teasing through her fiery hair, the doors opening just a step before she reached the and the girl instantly sent a thought of warmth and gratitude to the living structure that was Conri's home, her home within her heart.<br/><br/>Liadian paused before one of the climbing bursts of ivy, humming softly as her fingers brushed against the blossoms at it's base to bring them shimmering to life. When she stepped into the castle she always felt near filled to bursting with magic, and so she gave some of it in return, a silent act of thanks and love. Yet her Lord had mentioned the feast laid out in welcome, so she tarried not, instead leading the way to the room with the same impossible amount of food as ever, teeming with things that over the years they had learned she particularly enjoyed, and always new things as well. The maiden reached first for a ripe strawberry, taking a bite into the fruit even as she watched Conri free their 'guest'; the tart sweetness filled her mouth and she trailed after him, remembering the first time she had tasted one and he had kissed her after. The taste of his dark power all around her, and a hint of his favored drink on his lips, yes that was one of her favorite memories.<br/><br/>Green eyes warily viewed Gregor, her fingers selecting a plate and then pulling from other dishes her choices for her meal before finally settling very pointedly at her Lord's right hand. The fact that he ate not from the table even as the minutes passed prompted a laugh to spill from her lips that was not wholly kind,<strong>"Your contract with him is already struck; you have no need to fear that which he gives freely without cost."</strong>She lifted a piece of fowl to her lips, eating it neatly as she watched him, wondering how long it would take him to realize there was no escaping the snare he had sprung. The girl's gaze moved to her mentor then, an inquisitive light gleaming in her eyes,<strong>"May we continue the lesson in weather control now that I have returned? I almost had the trick of it I think."</strong>