<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>While she might readily dismiss her own instincts when sensing something oh so subtly out of place, Liadian had no such doubts about Conri's abilities to detect aberrations within his domain. She had felt him, the moment she reached for him, felt his welcoming touch like a bright light filling her with joy and a sense of eagerness. For it was her mentor who truly understood her, who let her be herself without reservation.<em>A chuisle, do you sense it as well?</em>Her query sent through their shared bond was nervous, a hint of fear that had not been within her since first she sought him out as a young lass and made her bargain to protect both herself and her people.<br/><br/>The lack of fear in his tone was what kept her from panic, kept her serene enough to move forward as though nothing were happen. If Conri were the wolf to stalk this interloper than she would play the bait to lure the stranger deeper into the trap that would snap around them. Yet even as she gathered her courage to do just that she felt the air change around her, felt the shadows deepen and knew he had tucked her away beneath the safety of his magic so that she would face no danger. His thoughtful need to protect her made the young red haired maid's heart twist, another layer of sentiment added to her growing attachment to the male.<br/><br/>Hidden in plain sight within his magic Liadian watched with her green eyes ablaze fiercely, wishing to know just who would dare to enter Contri's domain without his invitation. That she had done the same some time ago was different, she had come seeking aid, not stealing after another the way a murderer skulked in shadows. Perhaps it was her anger, or the fae's magic, but the air shimmered on the path she had so recently traversed and she was able to at last see the one who had sought to steal after her as a thief in the night might. He was tall of form, though not so tall as Conri while his shoulders were broader, his face more rugged compared to the sharp beauty of her mentor. And his hair was as golden as the sunlight, his form clad in leather that had likely seen better days though it clung to him marvelously well.<br/><br/>A smile of satisfaction curved on her lips as he found himself bound by the very forest he had walked so unthinkingly into. Foolish male, whoever he was, for this forest was not as others. This was a living, breathing extension of Conri's whim as she had learned countless times over the years. Ill content to simply watch her hand went to the dagger she brought with her to the forest, tucked into her belt and drew it from it's small sheath. The blade lay confidently in her palm, a gift from Conri when she had insisted on learning how best to defend herself with some sort of weapon. Conri formed, appearing, her heart beating faster as she stepped toward him and felt the shadows tug her back as the fae circled his new found prey.<br/><br/>A bargain. She heard only the ghost of that comment but she strained against his magic then, her passion flaring. "Nay, Conri please, whoever this stranger is he deserves not the blessing of your knowledge and power. Why should you offer him anything when he would decry you a demon." Her disdain for the stranger was apparent, in truth the most important figure within her life was her mentor, for her he was as a fixed point, a star that she always moved in the direction of. "Cast him out, be done with it."