<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;">It pleased Larien that Safiya's mind moved away from the sad and angry moment they had encountered not long before arriving to observe the horses, and a quiet, happy sigh eased forth as she laughed freely.  Tilting her head, she considered the questions asked of her, which were beyond delightful.  If there was nothing else true about the healer, she loved to be needed by someone, whether the words would come forth or no.  Her complete fascination of the horses held Melarien also as still and intrigued, as it had been sometime since she'd viewed the beauties in the light of something that seemed new every time.  An easy smile curled her lips.<br/><br/>Watching Safiya, she wondered what the woman was thinking about with such a joyful, pensive expression, but after a moment turned her face away to give privacy of thoughts while returning her attention to the horse.  That of course was easy, not being remotely something she minded doing.  Hands folded neatly as she pondered answers to Safiya's questions asked earlier.  First was the flowers.  She'd also seen the young man, as well as another woman that had passed them by; it had both made her happy and sad at once.  <strong>"The wearing of flowers signifies courtship, rather than betrothal precisely.  It means that there is at least one admirer of that person and depending on the positioning, the manner the flower is worn dictates how the bearer feels in return, or if they are available to be courted by others in addition.  Sometimes, it is a very merry race,"</strong> she said with a soft chuckle.<br/><br/><strong>"You are right of course about balance.  All things return one way or another, and we elves know that all too well, especially those that keep the traditions sacred.  I think ... that is one very big trouble regarding the Centos.  We have not upheld our ways so well, so wisdom no doubt evaded us at the very beginning of this warring."</strong>  Her brows furrowed as she considered a way to explain her feelings, and eventually Melarien shook her head.  Hatred was something that did not belong really anywhere.  It gave nothing and only continued a cycle of hatred, which helped no one and eventually brought harm back to oneself.  <strong>"No.  I do not hate them.  I only am sad, because in their stubbornness to fight us and take everything, these Centos have lost what I feel ... makes them who they are as well.  So it is ... unfortunate that we must all lose.  As that is in the end what this all is,"</strong> she murmured gently.<br/><br/><strong>"I do agree with you about battle, but it is not my place to ... interject, I am afraid.  The best I could do is ..."</strong> suddenly, a light seemed to go on in her head.  <strong>"As strange as this might be - I wonder if ... Cirven would pass along my suggestions.  They are the ones of the elves that care more of learning and ... to some extent will accept change more than we of the trees might."</strong>  She smiled a little, trying not to bounce on her toes with excitement.  With a slow, deep breath, Melarien managed to control her impulses.  It would be much better for an experienced veteran to consider her words and present them as thoughts, rather than involving herself directly.  <strong>"In order to win any battle, study one's enemy and learn their weaknesses.  I cannot think any have done that at all, not at least ... the way it should be with a completely open mind."  She turned and beamed at Safiya, eyes gleaming then with unshed tears and considerable emotion.  "You are a brilliant wise soul.  Thank you."</strong><br/><br/><em>Perhaps tomorrow after the man has rested, I will speak to him.  He seems a good soul, if not somewhat tormented.</em><br/><br/>The healer did not envy Nilofer her place at all, as that would be a difficult man to love as they were so very different types of people.  Briefly she wished she could smack the person in the head that caused that entire mess, but after a moment released that wouldn't help anyone either as much as the hatred would.  Melarien offered her hands to the woman to direct her past the fence, yet again without touching her. <strong>"Well - the silver horse is actually mine, but I cannot ride him so well anymore."</strong>  She didn't explain why, and thought it all to the better.  No one needed to know of her own struggles as it was not the proper moment to speak of things long past.  To dwell upon pain was foolish indeed.  Better to learn and move forward, always.  <strong>"So he stays here to be exercised as often as can be managed.  To gain his trust, you approach gently, with patience - and often times food will do."</strong>  She gestured to Safiya's pocket.  <br/><br/><strong>"The flower I gifted you is filled with a very thick honey.  It happens to be his favourite treat.  Feed it to him, and I will give you a dozen more if you wish them."</strong>  At that moment, the silver horse neighed and rose again on its powerful legs, briefly.  Landing and shaking his head - he looked directly at Safiya and whinnied.<br/><br/>Intriguied, Melarien took a step back to see how the two would manage and trying not to hover like a mother hen.  <strong>"His name is <em>Reciren</em>."</strong></span>