<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 - Inside Comgal's Office.<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> <em>Enforcer-Comgal</em>.</span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Slowly Melarien took a breath.  She looked toward the desk - and her eyes flickered back to a warm gold. Comgal's - no. <br/><br/><em>You fool, focus.</em>  <br/><br/>The Enforcer's smile, though edged with a touch of masculine sterness was not quite near the almost cruelly cold expressions found among the Trithos males.  She watched him for a beat too long - perhaps for her usual manners at least.  The smile was returned as was only polite, but she didn't return it for politeness - doing so truly because she respected his position.  Breathing felt slightly difficult suddenly so Melarien pulled her ankle length, complex woven braid over a shoulder and toyed with it before stepping closer - directly in front of the desk. As a va'Taeloris - she tended to get straight to the point after the exchange of pleasant words.    <br/><br/><strong>"Of course, my lord.  The wisdom of those words I will not forget soon at all,"</strong> Melarien said with a delicate tremor in her tone that forced her to pause.<br/><br/><strong>"I heard the commotion and noticed the evidence of temper riled and soldiers on high alert.  I know that Lady Nilofer is involved, as certain news travels fast enough.  Is there anything that I ... might assist with?  I thought to go to Nilofer myself - but I know she would not welcome ... my brand of speech until she has had time to ... simmer down."</strong>  Her brows furrowed thoughtfully as the woman was her friend - and she didn't wish her antics to get her in trouble.  She had heard the woman's name spoken some time earlier by a different, and extremely annoyed guardsman - though his manner had admittedly been so over the alert that was like all but wind in the trees - which meant ears were listening keenly - to be sure. <br/><br/><em>I hope it will mean there is no lasting attack - not now.  Perhaps those foolish ... Centos children will drink themselves into a stupor.</em><br/><br/>Briefly her hand brushed over the silvery scar upon her face self consciously - and Melarien stared at her feet.<br/><br/><em>What, by the love of the bright leaves, is wrong with me today?</em><br/><br/>A shiver curled down her spine as she let go of her braid, letting the heavy, elegant length swing free to tap the curve of one hip.  The motion betrayed the faint brush of the sound of the sleek chain armour beneath the layers of her dress.<br/><br/><em>Thank the sweet earth for small favours.  He won't see a thing that I don't wish.</em><br/><br/><strong>"I sought plain, balanced truth before ... speaking to her myself - as well as to be informed of any healing that might be needed.  It was not my intent to take up much of your time, my lord. I knew that you would provide such, especially if ... unencumbered."</strong></span>