<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar – A village?</strong><br/><br/>Reliyian was still looking upwards when she heard Eshalu’s suggestion. She didn’t turn her head but her brow quirked, her look from determined and worried to intrigued, “Diplomacy. An interesting prospect and admittedly one I hadn’t even considered when we first broke camp.” Again, perhaps subconsciously she removed her orb from its pouch and cradling it with her right arm she slowly stroke her fingers of her left hand over it. Perhaps Lazerette’s predicament wasn’t nearly as dire as Reliyian imagined.<br/><br/>Her mind focused on how she observed the respect shown Aeryn at the chapterhouse by the sisters, “Aeryn. You are likely the best skilled and know leadership more than Eshalu and I, perhaps you should take the lead?” Reliyian looked away from the village finally to address Eshalu, “Not that it would be best to drop your guard. If you sense trouble, I will act on your instincts.” Reliyian imagined Eshalu as a wound coil, tense and ready to spring if handled wrong. Still, her elf cousin showed fine control and hold on that tension; and, as their last battle proved, deadly intensity when her energy is released.<br/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fate Stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/><table class="bbc_table"><tbody><tr><td><strong><span class="bbc_u">Stats</span></strong></td><td></td><td><strong><span class="bbc_u">Consequences</span></strong></td></tr><tr><td>Refresh: 2</td><td></td><td>Mild: - </td></tr><tr><td>Fate Points: 3</td><td></td><td>Moderate: - </td></tr><tr><td>Physical Stress (Physique) </td><td>[1] [2] </td><td>Severe: - </td></tr><tr><td>Mental Stress (Will) </td><td>[1] [2] [3] </td><td></td></tr></tbody></table></div></div><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>