<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=125587.msg5547142#msg5547142">Quote from: Vergil1989 on 03-12-2011, 14:17:52</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>Neria Zathrieal<br/>Time; Day 1, early evening<br/>Location; Hillsbrow Inn<br/>Tagged; Solo, anyone else.</strong><br/><br/>Neria couldn't suppress the red tint to her beautiful cheeks at Solo's compliment to her singing.  It wasn't often the priestess let herself go like that, but when she did, it was worth every second just to hear one such compliment from whoever happened to be nearby.  "Thank you.  I learned it....from my mother, long ago."  She replied, unable to look Solo in the face since even to this day, even mentioning what she had lost so suddenly hurt as if she had been stabbed in the chest.  She had made peace with the whole affair to a certain degree, but it still hurt to talk about it at all.  It used to be she couldn't even mention anything to do with it without breaking into choking sobs.  Now at least, she could get through most of her story without breaking into hysterics over it all.  "It's an old elven song, passed down through the clans that wander the continent of Faerun.  She used to say that death was just another beginning, that we shouldn't fear it or hate it.  That we all must one day shed our earthly bodies, to allow our spirits to fly free.  I didn't understand it at the time, being only a child when I first heard her tell it, but now it offers some comfort when the days are dark and the nights are long."  She smiled sadly, a tear forming in her right eye which she didn't even realize was there until it started to roll down her face.  Blinking a few times in surprise, Neria turned away quickly, hoping it hadn't been seen, but luckily Dewey was let out and immediately hopped on her shoulder before they started off.  Regardless of what happened from here, the light elf cleric didn't regret having paired up with these two unique individuals, even as the little slime ball found his way into her cleavage more than once on their way to Hillsbrow, by the third time having been used as a projectile to knock out a Cobrawler much to the light elf's amusement after she learned Dewey was alright.<br/><br/>Even when he was annoying as Hell, Neria couldn't find it in herself to hate the little tyke for his antics, and actually found them light heartening to tell the truth.  Solo was a good man, and a better friend she couldn't hope to find in this new world she found herself in.  Once they reached the village, they saw teams of humans clearing out a giant green four armed lizard creature from where it had fallen, slash marks covering it from the neck down.  Neria could have sworn she recognized some of the very precise marks that were centered around the neck region, knowing only one person that could have gotten up there so easily.  Well, two really, related by blood and deeds proven in battle time and time again.  Drizzt and Giselle Do'Urden, both dark elven in blood, but nowhere near their dark kin in nature.  She knew them both personally, having even traveled with Giselle for many years before they parted ways to follow their own paths.  "Would you find it odd if I said I recognized the markings on that Giant Lizard's neck?  There's only two people I know that could have gotten up to that point on that creature's body and did the damage that is obvious to see from here.  Giselle Do'Urden, a dark elf/light elf ranger and mistress of the double scimitar style of sword play, just like her father who is a full dark elf back in my home world.  If either one of them are here, then maybe my being here is not so much a coincidence after all."  She explained, pondering what that could possibly mean as they wandered on to the Inn shortly afterward.<br/><br/>After they had gotten their rooms sorted out and Dewey was passed out did Neria silently nod at the young man's suggestion, trusting his judgment since she felt the same way regarding their little slime friend.  He meant well, she hoped anyway, but for what she had in mind, it wouldn't due to be interrupted constantly by questions or wanting to join in.  For what she had in mind, it'd be preferred that NO ONE interrupted for the entire affair, and the light elf had ways to make sure if it became an issue, but hopefully she wouldn't have to employ any of them as she nodded to the young man as she watched him go, having found a spot to wait on the bed to the first room until he returned.  Dewey took advantage of her waiting to land in her lap, quickly passing out on the spot.  She smiled down at the little ooze, gently running her fingers over his tear drop head until Solo returned.<br/><br/>((Move these two to the romance area after this CJ buddy.))<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>Solo Branning<br/>Time; Day 1, early evening<br/>Location; Hillsbrow<br/>Tagged; Neria</strong><br/><br/>As Solo walked into their room, the one they'd sleep in, he was welcomed to see Neria stroking Dewey's bubbly form as the little thing was tuckered out. Solo couldn't help but smile to this, the sight was without question adorable. Dewey was like that pet you'd have who would cause trouble, but had that special something that would melt your heart like butter. Solo, first leaving a note on the bedtable, sat on the bed opposite to Neria, saying "He's a wonderful little pest, thats for sure. I'm glad he's with us." as he gently picked up the sleeping slime, tucking it into the soft bed he was sitting on and patting him on the head. "Goodnight little buddy." He whispered to the slime as he turned his attention to Neria. Letting of a quiet chuckle, he said "I'm surprised, you know? I've been eighteen for...three day now, and I'm already going to lose my virginity." Then his warm hands took hers as he gave her a confident reassuring look. "...but I'd give my life to help a friend in need. You're only asking for my virginity, and quite frankly, I'm not that bothered anyways. I would have lost it sooner or later." Solo then stood up, picking Neria from the bed as he led her outside their room, key in pocket, turning back to Dewey another time before saying "Goodnight Dewey."<br/><br/>As Solo closed the door, he led Neria into the double bedded bedroom, where the couple sat on the edge of the bed, Solo smiling. "Listen, Neria, I've really have liked to have gotten to know you, and to consider you as my friend. But lets both agree this moment won't affect it, alright?" Solo admitted, simply getting it off his chest. He wasn't in for a relationship, or for a quick fix. Solo was doing this to help Neria, and nothing more. He was quite a selfless person, although one may disagree due to the methods he's 'helping out'. Solo looked down to his boots as he sighed. "Erm, Neria..." He said, a flush of redness upon his cheeks. "...I've never done anything, anything at all like this...I guess I'm a little nervous." Then the youth looked into the elf's sea green eyes, the beautiful gems of her face, as he said "I'm not sure really what to do." letting out a nervous laugh, trying to make light out of the situation they were in.