<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar<br/>The Quartermaster and beyond </strong><br/><br/>Reliyian turns to Eshalu as she approaches, given her woodland cousin a beatific smile. Reliyian was pleased to be approached; she had begun to wonder if her presence bothered Eshalu in some way. Reliyian took a moment to study her newfound companion up close. She was already embarrassed enough by allowing her glances at Erianthe to linger too long. Even though it was out of simple curiosity, Reliyian understood such things made all peoples uncomfortable. Listening intently to Eshalu, Reliyian then gave her a respectful nod and responded as best she could in the Wood Elf tongue trying to recall one of the more encouraging phrases of her people, “<em>Yes, I have felt… something there. Just out of sight, not quite in the dark but neither in the light. Yet I do know you will live in the sunshine, run through the forest and drink the wild air again after we leave this place</em>,” ReIiyian’s eyes soften, “<em>Isilmiel (daughter of moonlight), I trust her wisdom through you.</em>” She hoped her words would at least begin to bridge the distance of their lives between them, “<em>Although I spent many hours in the Tower to study my craft, I have not forgotten how the Moon Huntress casts her gaze upon the land, even Father Mountain.</em>”<br/><br/>When Nils approaches and offers the blade from earlier, Reliyian cannot help herself from teasing the man a bit more, “This sword shall serve me nicely although the most interesting weapon is still sheathed from my sight,” her eyes flash just the slightest as the very tip of her tongue runs along her upper lip, “Perhaps one day you will have the time to show me your private wares.” She took a moment to look the blade over again, before making sure the loop of scabbard could be secured to the silver belt at her waist.<br/><br/>Aeryn’s tone took that of command, it seemed very natural for her. Reliyian gave the woman a smrik, but not disapproving or snarky but of curious observation. “Very well Aeryn or should we call you doctor Sunlight, perhaps Mistress?” Reliyian’s brow quirked but as her mouth leveled out to a thin line it wasn’t obvious if she was being sarcastic or not.<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: 3</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>