<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/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 - <strong>Inside Comgal's Office</strong>/<em>Then Infirmary Garden.</em><br/><strong>Tagged:</strong> <em><strong>Enforcer-Comgal</strong>/Open for Interaction</em>.</span><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Larien's brows furrowed at the Enforcer's words, concern in her face.  <strong>"I see,"</strong> she said quietly regarding the elf that was being hunted so as not to cause more bloodshed and mess than that been done already.  Exasperation was apparent in her expression while her previously faintly smiling lips pulled thin.  A nod followed shortly after.  <strong>"I am sure your people will manage the job perfectly well.  It is to their credit that ... there is not less forest than we have now,"</strong> she said quietly.<br/><br/>Melarien bit her lower lip and nodded regarding Nilofer's intended - then her eyes went wide as she rapidly connected the dots.  <strong>"Oh sweet earth.  It's the icelike man I passed by, it must be."</strong> Her gaze was almost held pity.  <br/><br/><strong>"That ... is not only cruel to him, but her as well.  I am sure ... you are right that he will speak to her first, as would be his place as her betrothed,"</strong> she said gently - having no trouble with such words. It was no secret that while she was often stoic, the healer had a considerable compassion for all of their kind that she cared for, or even had never met.<br/><br/>It mattered not, especially with the numbers they had lost.  <strong>"Perhaps the bright sun shall see it they thaw toward each other, for both their sakes."</strong><br/><br/>She paused briefly in turning away from the Enforcer's desk.  <strong>"Be well, my lord.  Give your lady, and your kin the sweetest greetings of earth and sun."</strong><br/><br/>With that - gentle steps took the healer out of the man's office, and she closed the door, leaving it just as she found it.</span><br/><br/><hr/><hr/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;">Melarien's steps took her through the primary compound, down past the area where the shops were.  For a time she lingered at her favourite tree near the centre of everything - then shortly took herself with gentle, efficient steps to the enormous garden that supplied the central infirmary.  It took but a moment for Larien to slide out of her shoes, and tie up the edges of her dress so that the flash of the brilliant armour that looked more like silver silk than metal in the folds was apparent.  The woman was perfectly happy to kneel in the earth and start to free the poor plants of the weeds that sometimes choked certain varieties.  The garden was a newer change, one that had occurred to keep her and others from venturing too deep in the forest for collecting specific types of herbs that were once found much further south.  Now - a Centos city stood in the way of what Melarien needed most.  <br/><br/>It frustrated her so badly - that her hands shook to avoid pulling roughly on the plants.  With care, she wound her heavy, ankle length braid out of her way atop her head. Pressing her bare hands to the ground - sweetly the healer began to sing to the plants swaying side to side.  The words she sang were old, and something that had in fact predated the elven splicing, but she of course was hardly aware.  For Melarien it didn't matter where the traditions came from - only that they were of their kind - rather than others.  <br/><br/><em>They forget but I will never bend.  Not ever.</em><br/><br/>Her voice was low and seemed to hold all the passion of the earth when she sang and gave to plants in the way she chose, sinking her fingers into the ground without care.  The scar on her face seemed to shimmer with the rest of her golden kissed yet wintery skin.  Like a woman that had survived to give birth and lived through countless cycles of healing and death for not only her own kin, but that of others - she swayed as she sang - the words holding some deep, rich inner pulse of peace all around her.  <br/><br/><em>"From deep in my heart ... how beautiful the earth ... clouds of the west ..."</em>  Her eyes closed - gaze like the earth that gave life and took it away so swiftly, while lashes that were a darker brown than her hair lay to high cheekbones and tipped with a soft golden hue.<br/><br/><em>"From deep in my soul ... how melodic the wind ... wrap near and touch the sun ..."</em> The green vine tattoo that flowered over her back seemed to move with every sway of her lithe, yet curvy frame.<br/><br/><em>"Darkness of void ... give wisdom in slow breaths ... moonlight kiss thine lips* ..."</em><br/><br/><em>Sweetness ... it was, at least for her alone.</em></span><br/><br/><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: trebuchet ms;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 6pt;"><em>*Written for this scene by Haloriel*</em></span></span>