<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>Infirmary Garden, then 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;">Melarien watched both her friend depart and her betrothed follow quickly after.  The healer pressed her lips together with a soft sigh, feeling rather concerned over the pair.  Hands folding together - she offered a bow and a softly spoken goodbye even though neither elf would have heard her; it mattered not, the traditions still needed to be upheld in her mind.  Thus, several moments of silence passed before Larien turned to regard Safiya with a kind, reserved expression.  In response to the query, she was able to eventually smile and chuckle - assuring herself that Cirven and Nilofer would work out their differences.  To her mind - it was pointless to dwell upon something that was not, perhaps, a problem.  So it was set aside from her thoughts until the tangle was needed to be considered again.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, truly.  I do not prefer flattery, but instead fact,"</strong> she answered, taking time to slide once more into the soft and rather small sandaled shoes.  Safiya's questions were received with a calm and studious air; she seemed to have the thirst for knowledge of a Trithos rather than her own kind, but then, Melarien was not one to cast a stone, for she was Peranos and did not truly fit among her own.  A wry smile turned her lips upward while her two toned eyes danced with gentle mirth.  <strong>"I will indeed tell you of your kind that I have met,"</strong> she said softly, while her expression was pensive.<br/><br/>The warning of course was simply brushed aside as if it had not been given; Melarien was never one to react in defense unless it was needed, and she had the impression that Safiya's discovery of her people was not quite as pleasant and easy as it should have been.  With ease and quiet movements, she simply directed a hand then walked along the passageways, taking Safiya the scenic route toward the horses so that she might catch the very best views of the tree tops, the suns rays streaming out over the winding branches.  While it took time for the healer to choose to speak, eventually softly spoken and low words spilled forth with a soft, musical ease.<br/><br/><strong>"Your people are a blend of the Centos and the Peranos, it is said, with a culture known for their passion and fighting prowess of both men and women.  Ordinarily they live rather far from here, across at least one ocean.  But it is not uncommon to find visitors near to the ... Centos capital, which is also very far from here,"</strong> her brows furrowed thoughtfully as a brief sadness flickered.  The existence of the Haas alone made the war they fought here after a fashion, incredibly pointless.  Briefly, Melarien's thoughts wandered as she tried to recall exactly what had begun the conflict.  It was something that would require her ... likely departing Myeliae - and the thought did not sit well.  Now was a terrible time for it, as those like herself were needed badly.  However, she didn't allow herself to get upset over the thought - setting it aside for another moment to sort out.<br/><br/><strong>"Once - the trees stretched over this entire continent,"</strong> Melarien commented.  <strong>"In sixty years, the Centos here have destroyed half of it with their greed and corruption,"</strong> she replied.  <strong>"It saddens me because the trees are our life - especially for the Peranos.  With the differences and what ever ... strangeness seems to drive this hatred that our kinds have for each other ... the Centos are winning, sadly.  If things continue as they have, it is not impossible that we will have no more homes left."</strong><br/><br/>Her eyes shifted Safiya's way as she came to a halt at a particularly beautiful place that gave the Hass Filoth female a view of the entire city.  <strong>"I tell you this not to give alarm,"</strong> but only so you have understanding.  <strong>"It is likely that encountering a Centos ... they would kill you before asking questions, or die trying.  I cannot say in truth as I know not your combat skill."</strong>  She paused in her speech while turning her head to clearly display the long, silvery scar upon her face that rested from forehead to jawline on the left side.  <strong>"If you look at me, you see here evidence of their ... savagery, as I was unarmed and cut down without question, even as I tried to escape rather than fight, only choosing to pick up arms when I knew my life could be lost."</strong><br/><br/><em>They killed my beloved right before my eyes and too many others.</em>  <br/><br/><strong>"Of course - I would hope that you take your own judgement of what has happened here, and not mine, or Lady Nilofer's or even any of the men here."</strong>  A guardsman passed by, and pausing - Melarien offered the man a bow, to which she was nodded at respectfully along with Safiya in return.  The man appeared to be on a mission, in a hurry, thus the healer did not halt him beyond tossing a small round container the man's way of healing salve, to which she then returned her attention to Safiya.  <strong>"Your kind, however, I know dwell far from here in a place that seems inhospitable and dry, like a sea of sand one might call it.  Sometimes, they have ears that are finely pointed like mine, and other times rounded.  They are beautiful, wise, and perhaps the most militarily aligned of all the peoples I have read about in this world."</strong><br/><br/>Melarien continued to walk slowly, her pace not at all a hurried one while easily leading Safiya along without touching her, or getting in the woman's space.  She took care not to walk too close, nor too far away - yet leaving enough time for observation and questions of the buildings, people and places that were passed by in their fairly lengthy walk to see the steeds.  <strong>"They are called the desert born, and tend to live perhaps a few centuries before reaching what is considered the place of an elder."</strong>  <br/><br/>The healer brushed a hand along her braided hair, while her face remained pensive.  <strong>"I do not recall the name of the weapons they use, but I believe it is much like a stave that is fluid in its length, with a blade.  A beautiful weapon indeed, but less useful in the forests.  There are times I wonder if such a weapon could be used against the Centos and their horses - but combat is not precisely my place, even though I have skill in it."</strong><br/><br/>With the last of Melarien's words - the pair had arrived at their destination.  The steeds here were quite sleek and intended for wending through the heavily populated areas full of trees while being slender, and elegant.  They were not at all warhorses like the Centos would have had, that much was absolutely certain.  She gestured to one that reared up on its hind legs while silvery hair streamed from its neck in a mane that looked more like a fall of water or stars than hair.  Maybe silk.  Hooves as white as the purest snow were sharp and almost deadly - in appearance as they were a dream to look upon.  Several others ran about in an enclosed space - yet rather freely while food and fresh water was available with ease.<br/><br/><strong>"They run like the wind herself,"</strong> Melarien said lightly, with awe and pride in her voice.  She waited then to see if Safiya would ask her more questions, or wish to either get closer - or even - ride one.  No suggestions were given - as the healer was certain the woman could decide what it was she wished to do.  In this case, she served largely as a guide - having not once had an issue rambling on about various things asked of her.</span>