<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Liltanyanda</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/>He memorized the lyric and repeated it, offering gratitude for the news as she would expect him to strive for it one day. It was all she could offer without months of knowing him, but it was enough. For him, her request in favor seemed too small in comparison and he wished her to take more of him, for a service. From her, a bright, air laugh poured from her lips and brighten her slightly solemn countenance. Her voice echoed among the tree and caused the timber to shiver and the small seeds on the trees to flower, shrubs sprouted berries and the earth lurched slightly under his feet, as is rolling in the motion of her laughter to sprout fresh grass upon the harden dust trail around them. As the soft, resonating laugh slows to a ginger smile, it is still faintly echoing among these plants and almost seems to coax him into a state of awe.<br/><br/>Surreal, but it happened. Her laughter can alter everything in fifteen feet of them. some of the trees even sprouted new saplings and small, thin branches, but now, the flowers as falling as their blossoms are out of season, gently cascading to the ground and brushing his hair, cheek and shoulder in a slow dance.<br/><br/>" To be young and naïve, never again I shall know it. I take only what I know I require, sweet Elfling. I thank you for reminding me of youth.. If ever a good parting word was cast, it would be that blood is forever binding and trust does not easily survive when it is broken. Believe me when I say, this small drop will be more than enough.. Yet if thine heart does not feel the same and tis ever I need thy aid, one will seek out the dragon elf. This blood is your promise and my tether unto thee. " Kindly, gently, she prickled his palm and let the blood drop into the amber sap. Rolling it in one hand, she lifts his palm and lightly kisses the small slit, those warm petal lips soothes it, letting it go numb a little and left a tiny four point star in the middle of it.<br/><br/>" I will see you again, Liltanyanda. I hope you find all that you are looking for, but I must slumber to the break of 'morrow as dusk is coming..." She cooed lowly, lifting to a thin stream of light, a little amber oval with a scarlet tear drop within it's middle. She pressed it's flat side just under her collar bone and that lavender skin partially enveloped it to keep it safe. The flower he adored was slowly closing and she let out a low wind like yawn that smelt of rain water and sticky sweet nectar. " Mmm.. If you can do me one... Tiny good deed...Water.... I have no energy left til tomorrow to get to the river.. But if you could water me before you go...That would be...Mmmm... So.. Lo.ve~ly.." She murmured and as she came to her sleepy trail off, the ironwood was cradling her down into the rocks like a mama cat would to it's sleep kitten and soon, she was just a pile of stone and ironwood with a closed flower upon a mauve mossy vine.