<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/0/06/Cirven150.png)</div><div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/79/Cirven150a.png)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Cirven<br/><strong>Current Form:</strong>Trithos<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Myeliae<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>None<br/><br/><hr/><br/>A gentle bow in the direction of the female healer, whom he did not recognize, in response to her words. Peranos, wild and fun-loving elves that they were, were also very proud, especially when it came to their distant cousins, the Trithos. The Trithos were as well, and never did one of the races greet the other with the words of the other race. It just wasn't done, and Cirven had to resist the urge to look and stare at her for this break in... protocol? She hadn't broken any rules of etiquette, and had actually be extremely polite to the Trithos. But looked and stare he did not, simply mumbling the proper words in response. She was in a hurry, it seemed, to meet with the Enforcer, and thus, since he had hogged the elf's time enough, he didn't want to keep her waiting with idle chit-chat. Instead, he bowed his head again, and left. She was in a hurry, and while he wasn't, spending time with someone who saw remaining to speak with him as a waste of the same seemed a tad inefficient. He walked away quickly.<br/><br/>A soldier was waiting for him, under orders to escort him to the place that he was dwelling. He was much of a ground dweller himself, and proud of it, so he was a bit leery when it was mentioned that he was going to take abode in the city. He disliked sleeping in trees, although he had done so before, both in the Peranos cities, and in the field. He couldn't explain what it was, really. Maybe the fact that he could feel, or think he could feel, the tree swaying in the wind. Or something else. He liked being on solid ground, something that did not sway, somewhere where you couldn't<em>feel</em>the leaves rustling. But he had no choice. It was either sleep in the tree, or sleep outside the city. It was a close decision, but he decided to stay in the city.<br/><br/>He was guided to his home, and with a quick salute, the boy was off. Cirven could tell that the younger soldier recognized him, and was wanting to talk to him, ask the more famous soldier to regale him with tales of the field, something that the boy had yet to see up close. He was a guard in the city, and therefore was unlikely to actually see combat for the next twenty years or so, unless Myeliae came under siege. Then the boy would see action. More than he bargained for, more likely than not. But the younger elf spun on his heel, and left in a hurry. Just as well, Cirven was not in the mood for conversation at the moment anyway. He inspected the room that he was going to be living in. Spartanly furnished, just the way that he liked it. But he couldn't see himself in here until it was time to actually use the bed, so, after a swift inspection, he left. He wanted to explore a bit. He had never been to this city, and he wanted to make sure that it held no surprises for him.<br/><br/>He came around, inspecting the people. Even though he was out of armor, the stuff still in the saddlebag, removed from his horse, and placed in his room, he was dressed in clothes that were uniform for men that were not on duty, and all of the soldiers in the city had heard of the general that had come for a visit. They saluted when he came close, and whispered about him when he passed on. They didn't notice that he could at least hear them for the first few seconds of their discussion, and they talked about the various legends surrounding him, from the real to the fable. Many also talked about his wife-to-be. He wondered just how well each of the soldiers knew her.<br/><br/>But he heard her voice, oddly enough, from one of the healer's houses. He moved in close, and heard her words in his honor. He heard the mocking tone, and decided to mock her back. He moved in close behind her, stealthy, like a cat. She wouldn't hear him, he knew, not with the amount of talking that she was doing. He was exactly behind her when she stopped," Quite right," He said softly," She didn't even recognize me when we first met. A more just first meeting, could not have been arranged between my lady and myself," He turned to the healer woman, and bowed his head, as well as to the Haas," Pleasant to see the both of you again."