<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/31/Melarien3.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><strong>Name: </strong>Lady Melarien va’Taeloris. (http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/6/6e/Melarien.jpg)<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 - Outside Council Structure, then Inside Comgal's Office.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> <em>Oillil[NPC]; Enforcer - Comgal</em>.</span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Melarien had only responded with a bow of her head towards the dutiful guardsman - yet - after being allowed past him she paused. It was rare and news would no doubt travel through ears swift when she did so. <br/><br/>Melarien's fingers raised as she looked at Oillil and his companion <em>directly</em>.  The lithe digits brushed near a muscled arm but purposefully did not touch - while the faintest sensual warmth stirred in her green and gold changeable eyes.  <br/><br/><strong><em>"My thanks.  What the Enforcers wish is perfectly acceptable,"</em></strong> she murmured - and with a twitch of her hips she moved along before either guardsman could react with more than a possible jaw dropping.<br/><br/>When one wanted rumour to spread that a lady was seeking a lover - guardsmen were very useful for that purpose.  At the least, it would probably have Nilofer snarling that she didn't hear it first.<br/><br/>That was enough to pull a musical laugh from her lips - which was stifled once there was a familiar voice that bade her to enter.  She did not speak before hand, simply opening the door and walking through.  Larien carefully closed the door behind her, the gilded gold, silver and green layers flashing and shimmering to compliment her faintly sunkissed skin - of which slender, graceful arms, the hint of a collarbone, and her face were visible.<br/><br/><em>Maddening - perhaps - for one of the Peranos males to view, but I can ... only be what I am.</em><br/><br/>Larien offered a curtsey which offered a glimpse of a feminine curve.  Afterward, she stood and clasped her hands neatly together - regarding the man before her in a subtle appraisal that she'd not given any male in nearly sixty years.  Few would have known the look for what it was - though it was likely that this man was frustratingly one of them.<br/><br/><em>Troublesome that such an urge would appear now of all the possible moments.<br/><br/>... Clearly, it has been long enough.</em><br/><br/><strong>"Light of the sweet sun give peace, if blades and arrows do not -  sir.  May the trees always sing for you, your antecedents - and the heirs of your blood and body,"</strong> she murmured in a formal, old greeting.</span>