<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Liltahyanda *Note</div><div class="spoiler_body">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v688/Unfathomed/Rosalind_zps8cc63946.jpg)</div></div><br/>The creature unseen was quite, politely listening it seemed to consider his words and the gentile nature of his plea for her to come out from where ever she was. Quiet. What was there to say or think of such a thing, to reveal herself to this being... He did not smell of human, but there was something elder about his presence that she felt is trust-worthy.  The stone almost seemed to rumble as they shift back from a thick hood of ironwood  starts to stretch out like a scathing claws of a gnarled hand. Was this an Ent? The vine hosting the flower began to uncurl from the stone and sink below the hood that began to open with crisp low crackling of it's hardy bark. Something moved within the stone and wood, with lavender-peach skin seeming unblemished, this earthly damsel began to raise. Dreadlocked tendrils of dark violet and mauve were pulled back by a navy blue vine of ivy, with white eyes that looked indirectly at him as if unseeing. The flower he had admired was nestling itself in her hair as the vine coiled around her fittingly. Red tinged leaves covered her chest and hips, gloving her arms and covered her legs like stockings.<br/><br/>" Yes, what you speak of is what nature compels to exist, alas what action thou hast exhibit to be of utility would be senseless to one such as I.  If it does not nourish, then there is no reason to partake. If it does not grow elsewhere, then there is no reason to relocate flora. " The dryad offered the prospective, canting her head slightly as she seemed loom over him, her legs bound by the wood and almost gave the impression of a raised serpent. " Pleasure to meet you, Arahaeldir. You are an elf, are you not?" Murs the nymph with her elder-tongue accentuation, seeming a bit curious as his visage was a bit unusual. " I am Rosalind, a nymph of woodlands. What kind of knowledge, might I inquire, do you seek? Of Dragonic lore, perhaps? "<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Ilian</div><div class="spoiler_body"></div></div><br/>Yes, Kiyo and Ayo were barely listening to him at him unless speaking directly to him. They went along their back and forth with ease and excitement. Now it seems this Falarii was heading to Sona, Kiyo's eyes widen a bit with obvious envy as she drew a breath and cooed girlishly.<br/><br/>" Sona. That's a big city. What are you going to do there?" Kiyo chirps, tugging at his shirt a bit, a soft giggle. Ayo moves around behind him and pinched the Falarii's rump while he's distracted, darting away with a mischievous grin. So much for butts, it seems.<br/><br/>" After you? Hmm, definitely  of Fae-blood. What naughty things did you do, I wonder?" Ayo teased merrily.<br/>" Heehee, I guess he's gunna hide in Sona? Was it a sorrid affair?"<br/>" Or did you 'un-alive' someone? "<br/>" Tell us!"<br/>" No, then we'll know!" Ayo chirps back, swatting lightly at the other dame. " I bet he did something really terrible." Despite her smile, her eyes cut to him as he was curious earlier about that little wager she offered. " Well.. If you win, we'll help you get to the closest town.. If we win. what would you give us?.."