<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/cosplay__elf_ducan_by_yuegene-d4q4lvw_zpsdeb3f09e.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;">Nys &amp; Olivia Vendatti</span><br/>Blanqua Transmuter & Raven Familiar (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=1124844)<br/>Tagging: The Captain<br/><hr/><br/>Olivia gave the silver cord a few more pecks, lest anyone think she were stopping simply because she was being told to, before determining it was securely in place and - although not a lost cause - would require more effort to liberate than she was currently willing to invest.  Nys retrieved her and stepped back.  The implication either he or his familiar would run from some bit of mortal danger when the realm was relying upon them was insulting, if it were actually a question, so Nys blithely treated it as a statement and smiled warmly in return.  "Nys would be fine, if you wish.  Mother always said it's like the purr of an ice drake before she strikes; I just like the brevity.  The other is a terrible mouthful."  He also privately held that no elf worthy of a title had to have it repeated back to them constantly, but the capital was a different place, where feudal rituals held more importance.