<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar – A moment alone</strong><br/><br/>Reliyian hadn’t noticed Eshalu watching her, she might not have even had her mind not been occupied by sewing. Eshalu was no machine which one could turn off. Reliyian understood the mores of the wood elves were melded to Eshalu’s very soul. Reliyian thought back to the gardens tended by her people’s master growers, the greenhouses warmed by the heat of the earth and the exotic flowers that bloomed within with petals large as her hand, not uniform of color but intricate mixed patterns. Distinct yet an inseparable pairing, much like Eshalu and her warrior ways. There were differences between them, to be sure, but Reliyian considered that perhaps not nearly as much one would initially believe. Typical of the respective kinds, they both had a heightened sense of things, an exacting approach to their crafts, possessed of fastidious ambition but tempered by a perspective that can span hundreds of years. It was only in the details, the ‘small things’ as her mentors would say; it was wise to look beyond them.<br/><br/>When Eshalu spoke Reliyian smiled kindly, just finishing placing the warp around her frame, “You had seen one?” She asked excitedly and listened with much enthusiasm, “That sounds superb, I am struck with jealousy. Oh how I would like to just lay a single finger upon one, let alone dance and sing among them.” She closed her eyes, inhaled and breathed heavily and tried to imagine what that wine must taste like before looking back upon her friend, “But you flatter me, the legends of their beauty are well known. Even considering embellishment I doubt I would compare.” Her smile widened, “And by your and Aeryn’s good fortune I do not demand blood either.”<br/><br/>Reliyian laid on her back, having brought her bedroll and blanket over to the others. In this most odd of places, she felt her natural need for distance melt away. Partially for practical reasons of safety but also a growing kinship she felt. And as Eshalu and Aeryn pressed closer together she looked over them with an amused but approving look. The clear view of the night sky relaxed her. The view of the stars was not as clear as it was from her home high in the mountains but it reassured her to see it none the less. Her eyes closed. As usual she did not sleep, but quickly fell into her trance.<br/><br/>When the first light hit Reliyian was already awake, rousing from her trance was a long and best described as a deliberate process. Much like when she placed herself at rest, she repeated well-worn mediations in her mind to reverse the process. In truth, she was only at what one might describe as sleep for perhaps an hour over the course of the night. But it was a higher sort of unconsciousness where she projected herself into her own mind. ‘It was like rising, floating towards the sky on a warm summer’s day. Slowly at first but then faster towards the clouds; when you reach them, instead of more sky beyond there is a land of your own making.’ That was how Reliyian described the sensation to a human scholar she had met early on. He seemed fascinated by the subject and asked to observe her trance once. She had gladly obliged but back then she wasn’t aware of human modesty. Reliyian had eagerly undressed as she always did and thinking back on it now she was vaguely suspicious that was the scholar had in mind all along.<br/><br/><br/>She rose (assuming no one else was awake as early) quietly as possible as to not disturb the others and spent the time alone to practice with her sword. Reliyian was not trying to hide it, when either of her companions awoke they would find her doing so. Her moves were more formal than practical and the weapon she had procured lacked the elegance she was used to and made her look a little clumsy. When Aeryn finally awoke Reliyian approached her, “Did you rest well? You had spoken oddly last night and I was worried the effects of your wound might have lingered.” She carefully looked over the doctor, genuine concern on her face.<br/><br/>(Edited for Morning ^_^)<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.<br/><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>