A momentary dizziness coursed through Tialyn, as the world took shape around her! The sudden desert heat - the hot breeze blowing across the dunes - one moment she'd been standing in empty space, and the next...?<br/><br/>Osirion.<br/><br/>"Oh<em>my</em>," she breathed, her deep green eyes going wide - This was<em>amazing</em>. The only question was...Where to start? Her gaze went to the Palace...How very, *very* tempting indeed. But perhaps she should visit the taverns to get her hand in, before she tried a more...royal...appointment...<br/><br/>Her midnight-blue hair trailing in her wake, a soft giggle teased from her silky throat, the voluptuous elven beauty turned towards the nearest tavern. A place like this had to have<em>plenty</em>of adventurers - Surely one of them could use a Cleric? It'd only make<em>sense</em>for her to get some experience, before she set her eyes on better things.<br/><br/>Her slim fingers rose, to clasp the holy symbol she wore - "Ready or not," Tialyn murmured, low and sweet...A gleam of excitement in her deep green eyes. "-Here I come."