<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Lili.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lilliana McClae<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>The Ruins/Stable Ruins<br/><br/><strong>Attention:</strong>Natalia/Nathaniel/Ragnar/Gori/OPEN<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Nat's righ', Nate. Keep yer' sense abou'cha'. There'll be plent'y o' t'ime t' go gatherin' all the must'y bit's o' hist'ory ya' like." Pet names, wanted or no, she'd mentally assigned to the lot of her company. If one didn't want them, they'd have to throttle the woman to within an inch of her life, for she had a second nature sort of disposition toward them. Natalia was too long, so to<em>Nat</em>her name had turned. Nathaniel was also too long, and it was awfully darn close to Natalia, so the mental informal she'd adopted was<em>Nate</em>. It made sense in her head anyway.<br/><br/>"Ragnar, I'mma keep clearin' the ruins if tha's all righ'. Then mee' ya' back a' the t'ower. St'ill wanna' romp around lil' man?" This to Gori. Clucking her tongue playfully at the dwarf, the gypsy grinned a wide, sweet grin as she thrust up her chin onward into the ruins. She eyed the dilapidated stable and the crumbling crooks around it, contemplating the dark haven they might provide for unwanted additions to their party. Lilliana didn't wait for confirmation, she simply crunched on quietly. Fingering the blade that bounced against her hip, she relaxed her eyes as a new level of darkness flooded them from the surrounding emptiness created by the crumbling structure. Feeling the damp and the chill nag at her extremities, she suppressed the reflex of a shiver, calling to something deeper than one's inner resolve to ward away the cold.<br/><br/><em>"Goddess bless thy servant's steadfast heart. Make it flicker, make it glow. Warm the flesh as you do the soul."</em>The rush of it was slow, but real. The sensation of a heat source rose up and bubbled outward from the inside, trickling down from the peak of her curly brow like a stream down a dry, rounded bed. Those sensitive to magic may feel it, but those within an arm's length would feel it better. An unnatural warmth that radiated softly about her already soft person. Caught up in the minor moment of concentration her task had taken, Lilli released a shuddering breath, the kind you'd hear from a person pulling on a woolen mantle left to hang and warm by a roaring hearth.