<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</em>.</span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><em>"From deep in my heart ... how sweetly stirs the air ... clouds of the east ... From deep in my soul ... how bright burns the flame ... whisper dreaming to moon ... Centered on darkness ... passion bloomed first in pairs ... waters wash through all life ..."</em><br/><br/><em>Peace.</em><br/><br/>Of course - the Songbird did hear that she was hailed - but the work here needed to be finished.  So with nary a glance and only the twitching of long, delicate ears to denote the pair had been noticed Melarien swayed to and fro - singing still.  Something in her voice seemed to soothe the space in some way - even if it simply meant that she'd given homage in her song to elven rites, their past - and the history of the cycle of reverence.  With a calm, pleased sigh some moments later - the woman stood to her feet after making certain all of the weeds were taken up in hand.  With care - these were moved to another plot - and replanted rather than thrown away.  Larien's fingers worked studiously, diligently and steadily - and all the while she continued to hum as she worked.<br/><br/><em>Wisdom.</em><br/><br/>It took mere minutes for her to complete her task - but likely to those less patient - it might have seemed a good deal longer.  Making Nilofer wait a little though tugged an almost wicked smile to her lips - and the laughter that slipped from them held a peculiar and almost sensual warmth - at least for the elf in question.  Compared to someone rather lovely like her friend - it <em>could</em> have been deemed almost too subtle to show concern over.  Melarien eventually brushed off her hands and walked the shortish distance to the pair of women, flicking her hand over the braided lengths of her curls which were now wound neatly around her head.<br/><br/><em>Contentment.</em><br/><br/>Before giving a greeting, Melarien tugged free her skirted layers which when properly settled, bared again only her back, collar bone, hands, and the occasional glimpse of ankle.  It was likely a far cry in comparison to much of the rest of the Peranos that one might have come across.  The delicate sound of something metallic was evident as well as the healer moved.  Offering a polite curtsey - she stood neatly before the pair, lips twitching faintly in reserved amusement.  Her head tilted in a study of the two women - while a long look was granted toward the one she did not know.  <br/><br/><em>Passion ...</em><br/><br/>Finally after long minutes of watching - Melarien va'Taeloris spoke.  <br/><br/>Her voice was soft and pleasantly restrained, while her gaze was a sweetly compassionate one with a steely presence underlying the whole.<br/><br/><strong>"Lady Nilofer - sun grant you all the sweetness of the afternoon."</strong>  Melarien paused - considering how to best handle her thoughts.<br/><br/><strong>"You ... have been busy, so I notice and hear.  I wonder if you have spoken words of welcome to your betrothed?  But first ... introduce me, my friend?"</strong><br/><br/>She spoke slowly and eloquently while taking care not to be rude.  While there were layers indeed to this woman, she was almost entirely what one received - save a hint of sadness buried deep where most would not take note of.<br/><br/><em>Serenity.</em></span>