<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar</strong><br/><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>Reliyian certainly wasn't insulted but certainly was bemused by Ulan’s reaction. She tried but couldn't suppress a quiet laugh, both hands now on her hips, palms turned just slightly outwards, eyebrows arching ever so slightly; her moves subtle and not reactionary. “Witch has an ugly connotation, I prefer sorceress,” nodding her head as if making an introduction, “And that I am. Sword<em>play</em>”, Reliyian draws out the second word in a derisive fashion, “is thought an elegant art. Many of those who practice magic in my Order integrate the sword into their spell casting. It is a dance, an exercise of both the mind and the body. I am by no means a master either. If I were to cross blades with someone in a fight I would fare better than one whose hand had gripped a hilt for the very first time but it would not be impressive to watch. Learning the sword was one of many techniques and teachings to hone one’s wit. Elven culture sees things far beyond their utilitarian purpose."<br/><br/>There was a delicate sense of scolding at the very end but her face was gracious and then after a pause adds, "However, knowing the worth of an object's pure utility has value from time to time. Or at least befriending someone who is an expert in such things." Her body language was equally gracious when she eagerly took his arm with hers, offering a respectful bow at the kind gesture, “We shall.” Ulan couldn’t be quite sure if she was playing along or being sincere. Like the mountain face, hers was unmoving. She matched his eyes, looking to see if her explanation eased his confusion any. Reliyian laughed (barely) again at the ‘meathead’ comment. The human proclivity for deriding nicknames amused her and she found it an endearing trait against the stuffy tactfulness of the court.<br/><br/>As they walk towards their destination, Reliyian's brow furrows slightly, "Wait, you were watching me?"<br/><br/>[ TUP, Forest suggested we were going to straight to the quartermaster, just FYI since you mentioned we couldn’t find any other sellers around.]<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>