<strong>Lilian Montague</strong>, By Stream [Lilian Montague, Sylria]<br/><br/>Lilian curled the leaf and sipped some of the water, the stream's clear taste soothed her throat.<br/><br/>After Sylria mentioned the dress, Lilian took a hard look at it.  "You're right!" she cried in amazement, "There isn't even a scratch!"  Looking down at her own image of disarray Lilian struggled to pull her dress into some orderly nature.  After doing so, she folded her hands neatly at her waist and sat down in a fluid motion, dress cascading around her.<br/><br/>"Sylria, I'm taking a trip to my new family home.  Would you like to come with me?  I'll tell everyone you're an elven noble.  You probably shouldn't mention the spell book" Lilan mused, lips pursed "but maybe being around people will help your memory!  You can be our long lost elven relative" Lilian giggled, amused by her own inventiveness.