<div class="floatleft">(http://fc09.deviantart.net/fs51/f/2009/329/3/7/Red_Rose_by_fhrankee.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Meriel Nerine<br/><strong>Race:</strong>Drai'shok<br/><strong>Players Nearby:</strong>Dak<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Near her cottage.<br/><hr/><br/>Meriel didn't know what to think or do, and she certainly didn't know what to say. As it was, she was left staring at the man...or dragon...or whatever he was and waiting for him to do something. Should she be afraid of him? Run away? Perhaps, but she wasn't...and she didn't. The man was obviously worried about his sister, and Meriel could tell that was genuine. She could relate to being worried for family, so that was elven enough.<br/><br/>When his very attractive body began to glow a gold color, the elf's eyes widened and she watched with both fascination and uneasiness. He seemed to be fighting something and eventually won. Sighing in relief, she waited as he seemed to debate something internally and then listened as he finally spoke. She had offered to help him...even though she didn't know how she could...and he was accepting that offer. She seemed a bit surprised, but nodded and tried to appear more confident than she felt.<br/><br/>"Yes. I mean, I will help however I can. What do you need me to do?"<br/><br/>Her concern was genuine, but she still seemed to be waiting for him to suddenly change into a mythical beast at any moment. What a day...<br/>