<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>Stables.</em><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> <em>Open for Interaction - Safiya.</em></span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Larien's lips twitched as laughter bubbled up within her and was pressed down once more with her generally unshakable discipline.  She bowed her head and nodded gently - amused at the thought of Nilofer wearing a flower.  In one fashion, perhaps she should - yet in another she could nearly see her friend doing so simply to frustrate her betrothed.  A sigh eased free of the healer.  <strong>"Perhaps,</strong>" the woman replied in a non-commiting fashion. <strong> "I wouldn't be the one to say whether she should.  I'd ... like to see her happy.  Some should have that emotion the way the world is around us, now."</strong>  Part of her hoped that perhaps somewhere, there was peace?  No guarantee of the idea, yet - it was a glimmering of void buried in her mind, eventually whisked away like dew upon grass in the dawning of the sun.<br/><br/>This woman at her side had considerable wisdom - and more than she might have expected.  With her words of balance and cycling, Melarien peered at her with a keener eye, yet the regard was very brief, lest she end up on the edge of rudeness.  Curiosity stirred, and that too the lady slammed away.  If it was the case that Safiya wished to tell her things, it was, in her mind, to presume in one way or another it would eventually occur.  The consideration was enough to relax her thoughts as they stood together.  The other horses ran about, all in various colours while some rested very still, recovering from injuries taken on the field.<br/><br/><strong>"Very well.  You may be correct about the thanks.  But, I do it because you sought to be helpful.  Not because your idea was a perfectly sound one."</strong>  The healer was very firm on her ideas and standards, this being one.  No one ever had to give what they saw as being wise - they chose to do so, for one reason or another, and to Larien courtesy was everything.  Even in anger - unless true rage was present in the heat of battle, it seemed best to her to remain watchful - and ahead of one's foe not to defeat them precisely but in the end to learn more.<br/><br/>Her smile was unabashedly wide with speech of her steed, Reciren.  <strong>"It means moonkissed,"</strong> she repiied gently.  It was not generally a name one might hear among the Peranos whom had more a reverence for the sun in general - but this particular animal seemed to fit the solemn moon from the moment she'd seen her as a foal.  The smile she held tugged wider, with complete disregard for the scarring on her face.  <strong>"I do not ride anymore,"</strong> she said softly, <strong>"because it is not safe.  I cannot do so fast enough to avoid attackers."</strong> Centos crossbow bolts were extremely dangerous, and she simply didn't wish to be struck by one.<br/><br/>It was not asked of her - but she had continued the line of speech regardless.  <strong>"You are welcome to come to see Reciren anytime - while you remain."</strong>  A sadness stirred her at the thought of her new friend leaving, but that was exactly the sense the word 'flying' gave her.  She didn't pry - yet again not wishing to ask for too much.  It was ... <em>instinct</em>, for some strange reason she'd been unable to guess at.  Watching the two together had been enough of a gift and a kindness, so to speak.  Her eyes were wide in her expressive face as she watched - lips parting briefly as her gaze caught the way the light flickered through the trees.<br/><br/>There were moments of beauty that simply unfolded if one was watching ... <em>just right</em>.  <br/><br/>It was almost enough to make her think that the war would end, and sooner than later.  <strong>"Is there more you would do, now?"</strong>  The words were softly spoken and very patient.</span>