<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2344522#msg2344522">Quote from: Faeylin on 16-10-2009, 00:17:13</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(http://img4.imageshack.us/img4/3985/lilianmontague.jpg)</div><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Atop Winter's Bliss [Sylria &amp; Lillian]<br/><br/>Lillian's eyes opened a bit. "You have a book too? And a book from my library?" She could feel the heat of the girl behind her, against her back. It was distracting. Combined with the movement of Lillian's body in the saddle, it bordered on arousing. "You said, that a book bled on you?" Her mind was trying to make sense of what the elf was telling her, and at the same time she was warring with her own thoughts. Lillian had taken lovers before, and she wondered what her friends would say and think if she attempted to seduce this elven mystery.<br/><br/>"Sylria? What do you think about getting down off this mare? We can sit beneath a tree, if you like, and talk for a bit? I...have some things that I should tell you, about this land, and why I claimed you as a relative, even though we both know you clearly aren't from my bloodline. And you can tell me about the book as well. If something is bothering you at Avonleigh, I want to know about it."<br/><br/>The girl licked her lips, and gently pulled on the reigns. Winter's Bliss came to a stop before an elder tree; it was tall with widespread branches, and there was a bed of leaves at it's base from the prior fall. Lily dismounted easily, sliding from the mare. She put one hand on Sylria's thigh, over her dress, as if to reassure her. "Come, lean down and put your hands on my shoulders and I'll help you off, so you don't fall and hurt yourself."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>Sylria</strong>, Atop Winter's Bliss [Sylria & Lillian]<br/><br/>"Yes, I have a book." I acknowledge, and add, somewhat sadly. "It is written in my own hand, and has spells within, as well as others that I am unable to decipher as of yet.  Perhaps more spells, perhaps a journal.  I do not know yet.  But as for the book from your..."<br/><br/>I pause as she speaks again, and smile in some relief. "Of course we can stop.  I'm rather...uncomfortable on this horse.  I'm certain that she's a wonderful creature, but I have no idea how to ride."<br/><br/>I wait for her to get off, and blink in confusion at the touch of her hand on my thigh, but place my hands on her shoulders to help me get down from the horse.  After getting down I check the leaves under the tree to ensure that there was nothing that might hurt me, and then sit carefully.  I ponder for a minute before speaking. "I would like to hear about this land, Lady Lillian.  I would like to know why you did a few things, but I think it important that you know what is going on.  Last eve I went into your library, as I wasn't given a room, and was unable to sleep.  While there I looked around and found that it was a very extensive library, and places like that comfort me.  Perhaps because I practice magic, but that is beside the point.  I found that, oddly, despite the fact it hadn't been cleaned in ages, there were fingerprints, like those of a child's, along the lower shelves in the room.  Since I was curious, I looked through the room, and found on one book, one of fairy tales, the beginning of a word or name was written on the spine in dust.  It was J-U-S-T-I, but stopped there.  I began to read it, but finally fell asleep only partway into the book."<br/><br/>I pause for a long moment, thinking for a minute, and shake my head. "I would dismiss the dream as just that, a dream, save for two things.  The first is that elves don't dream.  When we sleep, our minds wander through our own memories, but I have none, so I should have remembered nothing but my last two weeks.  The second was when Ashley came into the room.  She and I were talking, and then I heard a giggle from the air around us.  That was when I found that the letters drawn on the book were pouring out blood into my lap.  Lady Lillian, I am afraid that something is wrong with your new manor.  Perhaps it is a haunt, but perhaps something worse.  Perhaps I am only paranoid, due to all that has happened, but I think you should know."