<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=46369.msg2352348#msg2352348">Quote from: Faeylin on 18-10-2009, 12:13:28</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><br/><strong>Lillian Montague</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf &amp; Lillian Montague]<br/><br/>"Well," said Sylria, "if you don't put much faith in science, and I really think you should, there is always the option of the occult. You know, there is said to be a dark circle of wizards in Port-a-Lucine. Incredibly powerful, terribly perverse. I've always hesitated to investigate, but to try and help you, I would be willing to search them out." Lillian laid her head again Sylria's shoulder, and breathed deeply, as if sighing. "That is one option, anyway. I'm sure we can find a way, together." The young woman seemed quite hopeful, and more to the point, she was happy to be making some progress with her elven friend.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/><strong>Sylria</strong>, Beneath an Ancient Oak [Sylria the Elf & Lillian Montague]<br/><br/>I blink in surprise as Lillian placed her head on my shoulder.  I wasn't sure<em>how</em>to react to that, and it suddenly occurred to me just how her reactions over the last little while could be seen.  a bit of heat rushed to my cheeks as I blushed a little, in spite of my attempts to control my reactions.  I take a deep breath, not knowing what to do, and decide that continuing the conversation was the best.  I speak, but there is a confused waver in my voice as I do so. "It...it isn't that, Lady Lillian.  It is just a question if it is even<em>safe</em>to try and learn of my past.  The more I think about it, the more frightened I become.  I<em>want</em>to rebuild my art, so that I can try to defend myself if something comes to haunt me, but I don't know that it is a good idea.  Whatever the being was, it<em>scared</em>me, and I don't scare.  I wasn't afraid of the soldiers.  I didn't like them, and was desperate not to fall into their clutches, but they didn't<em>scare</em>me, even without my memories."<br/><br/>I shift a little, my eyes gazing anywhere but at Lillian.  The thin fabric of my dress, and the fact I had nothing on underneath was suddenly overly apparent to me, as I tried to decide<em>what</em>I was feeling.