<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Melarien3.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name: </strong>Lady Melarien va’Taeloris. (http://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=160364.msg7733223#msg7733223)<br/><strong>Shortnames: </strong> <em>Larien, Lari, Tree Dancer.</em><br/><strong>Musical Inspiration:</strong> From Deep in My Heart - Karl Jenkins. (http://grooveshark.com/#!/s/From+Deep+In+My+Heart/4Pinid?src=5)<br/><strong>Race:</strong> Peranos.<br/><strong>Location: </strong> Myeliae - <em>Then Infirmary Garden.</em><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> <em>Open for Interaction - Nilofer, Safiya, Cirven</em>.</span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">All too swiftly it had become a gathering.  Thankfully - Melarien had gifts within her satchel.  The sharp words of the three seemed to slide away from the healer like sweetest water.  She had after all, just been singing to the plants.  First - she approached the Haas' Filoth with a kindness - offering her a small flower that looked to have a sweet honey inside of it.  <strong>"As I know you not, a gift for your presence here,"</strong> she said gently.<br/><br/><strong>"My apologies for my watching you,"</strong> she continued with a keen observation.  <strong>"I watched because I have seen few of your kind in my three hundred years, and ... it is difficult not to admire your beauty,"</strong> she said in even tones and very plainly spoken.  The healer's gaze only then went to the man first - not because he was above her friend in importance, but because the soldier was a guest and not from here.  Thus - the greeting of him before one known to her.  No doubt - Nilofer would take offense in some fashion - but she <em>couldn't</em> truly blame her friend for being on edge.  She hoped the Haas female would enjoy the honey-flower grown with her own hands, and all but humming with gifts of earth, and that the lovely white petals that were also edible would draw her attention away for a moment at best.  That one, Melarien was very, very interested in, as she'd read as many books as she could find about the Haas - most written from the Trithosian perspective.  <br/><br/><em>Neither of them, really - had chosen what had befallen them.</em>  <br/><br/>Melarien's eyes widened however when her suspicions were deemed correct.  <strong>"You are the man I greeted near the Enforcer's office,"</strong> she said softly with a kind delight delivered easily, and with considerable calm evident - as well as the steel in her voice.  <br/><br/><em>These three will be nice if I have to bash them all together!  So be it!</em><br/><br/>Immediately for a second time she greeted the man in his own tongue, the Trithosian speech - somewhat more ... courtly in sound, fell from her lips like blessed rain.  <strong>"My lord, we are well met, this day I trust.  That your arrows have fallen with learned accuracy among your enemies is hoped for, your life spared especially pleasing.  May you be blessed with any hidden knowledge you seek - its wisdom given safely."</strong>  <br/><br/>It was a Trithosian blessing, so to speak - and an old one.  Stepping forward - Melarien finally turned warm and worried eyes on her friend - and hoping to forstall any possible acidic words ... <em>attempted to perform the utterly impossible</em>.<br/><br/><em>At least if one's name was Melarien va'Taeloris</em>.<br/><br/><strong>"You frightened me, Nilofer,"</strong> she said - and moved to hug Nilofer tightly.  While her purpose was indeed two fold, Melarien had been startled by the depth of feeling that had suddenly risen in her for the slightly younger elf.  It hadn't taken long for the pieces to fall into place: Nilofer had been very, <em>very</em> close to the Centos encampment. If her hug was permitted, it was likely the trembling from the other elf would have made clear just how worried she'd been.  So much - that she hadn't bothered to conceal the scarring on her face from the newcomers.  <br/><br/>It trailed the length of her expressive and calm face, silvery in tone.   It might have been clear that without whomever healed it, it would have taken her eye - and the mark was a gift from a Centosian blade, wielded by someone that hadn't cared at all what it was they'd tried to cut down.  <em>Old by some standards</em> - easily dating from the start of the wars.  No wedding ring was apparent upon Melarien's hand - nor any markings to show she was claimed in any fashion.<br/><br/><em>There is no kindness nor mercy among their kind.</em></span>