<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar<br/>Arriving Outside the Magna Sophia Chapter House</strong><br/><br/>She was most certainly not going to go through the muck. As Reliyian wandered off two thoughts occurred to her. First was that she could make a bridge of ice to cross the ditches but that would be a matter of showing off, something the Order instructed against in the most stern of messages possible. ‘Magic can cause great fear,’ was how the conversation started, outside the Silver Tower and especially outside the mountain. Even minor feats and tricks could make someone suspicious, even violent. Although the power came naturally to her and she felt it flow through her as easily as breathing. It took some restraint, restraint which was sometime lacking in her.<br/><br/>Secondly Reliyian’s thoughts turned to the fact she had never made love to a human before. The large man was an impressive specimen. Mesomorphic is what her teachers would have called him. Coarse and hardened... she found herself daydreaming about lying next to him bathed in the afterglow of sex. Leaning sideways against his body, feeling his rough skin against hers so perfectly smooth, her finger twirling a thick coil of his chest hair. Something that was impossible to do with an elven man. Not that Ulan was unattractive, just in a different way. As that last though entered her mind she paused to consider why.<br/><br/>The tolling of the bell shook her from her daydreaming; stepping to the side to avoid getting run down as no one else even seemed to pause at the sound. Moving again she broke her more subdued body language once again, rolling her eyes at the thought of returning to the barracks and to be on the receiving end of another militaristic shout. That’s when she realized she was in front of her destination. Feeling brave Reliyian walked right up to what looked like the entrance and rapped her hand on the door.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Description and Picture(s)</div><div class="spoiler_body"><div class="floatright">(http://i986.photobucket.com/albums/ae348/Stef82K/Private/Reliyian/reliyian_dress_zps984739ed.jpg)</div>Description: Her hair is fine like silk, pale as the winter sun and highlighted with streaks of lavender dye made from crushed berries. Her eyes beautiful, pearlescent orbs of pale sage are set against her light skin that when the light strikes her has a feint golden glow dotted by freckles from her face to her shoulders.  She smiles, you think, the expression is too faint to be sure. Even her mouth seems to shimmer with a soft glossy pink. Her ears are long, ending in perfect points. Reliyian wears a blue strapless dress held up by her impressive figure and by crisscrossed silver thread across an open back, wide enough to reveal most of it in a V-shape to the slight curve at the base of her spine. Long detached sleeves ended in golden lace that was also embroidered throughout the dress. Her skirt ending just above her ankles below which you see her golden lace low heeled sandals, it has a slight up the left side exposing much of her supple leg to where you can just make out the curve of her hip.</div></div><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Skills, Aspects, Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body"><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong><span class="bbc_u">Aspects</span></strong></td><td></td><td><strong><span class="bbc_u">Skills</span></strong></td><td></td><td><strong><span class="bbc_u">Stats</span></strong></td></tr><tr><td>1 Prodigy of the Silver Tower</td><td></td><td>Great (+4): Stormcaller</td><td></td><td>Refresh: 2</td></tr><tr><td>2 Betrothed to the son of a rival family</td><td></td><td>Good (+3): Prestidigitation, Lore</td><td></td><td>Fate Points:2</td></tr><tr><td>3 Assumed the power of the Mountain - Glacial</td><td></td><td>Fair (+2): Physique, Will,<br/>Athletics</td><td></td><td>Physical Stress (Physique)<br/>[1] [2] [3]</td></tr><tr><td>4 Longing to see the World</td><td></td><td>Average (+1): Empathy, Notice,<br/>Rapport, Fighting</td><td></td><td>Mental Stress (Will)<br/>[1] [2] [3]</td></tr><tr><td>5 To thine own self be True</td><td></td><td></td><td></td><td>Consequences:<br/>-<br/>-<br/>-</td></tr></tbody></table></div></div>