<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar – On the trail</strong><br/><br/>(Holy moly. My last post was April 1?? I’m so so sorry.)<br/><br/>She had felt peace in the night as the three of them shared closeness after the fight. Although her rest did pass entirely in bliss, Reliyian was up well before dawn. Her thoughts on Lazerette and what terrors she might be facing as her gaze turned on the captive. She pitied the creature and decided to at least tend to it somewhat. She was still in the cloak of Eshalu’s, using it as both blanket and covering when she rested, and went to her pack to withdraw a small cloth. Murmuring a quiet spell it iced over and then she placed on the hearthstone, melting the ice so the cloth was both soaked and warm. She approached the captive and knelt before him/her, the creature seemed in and out of consciousness. Reliyian hums and then starts to sing an elven song quietly as she goes about cleaning up the poor fellow, “<em>Nallon uin gûr în Ui-ídhron ollad elei ‘ellui. Nírnaeth ú-‘onodui dan, Nas sad chaeron a-govenithanc.</em>(Somewhere, a voice calls, in the depths of my heart may I always be dreaming, the dreams that move my heart. So many tears, of sadness, uncountable through and through I know on the other side, of them, I'll find you).”<br/><br/>Reliyian would even take a little time to make the creature more comfortable. Although she did consider the possibility of the thing running off in the night and then to face the ire of her friends, there was an understanding, deep inside her mind, that this thing was not spared the oppressive darkness either. Still, she was careful not to let the bonds slip loose as it could free itself. If the creature woke or acknowledged her, Reliyian would nod to it politely and smile; her green eyes full of curiosity as she reaches up to stroke its cheek, feeling the contrast of its coarse, scaly skin against her cool, smooth fingertips. Reliyian would repeat the ice spell and melt it to keep the cloth moist until she feel as if she offered up at least some comfort to the beast. And with that, she would return as quietly and hopefully unnoticed back to the others. Feeling their bodies against hers was indeed soothing and nearly lulled her back to sleep despite having been through a long trance already.<br/><br/>But in the deepest of the night when the large creature approached Reliyian sat up slowly. She did not move as the thing went about its ghastly work. She was frozen to watch it, something the likes she had not seen in person as her mind raced to identify the beast. Its odd behavior as it stalked out of the camp not giving her much reassurance that such a thing would leave them alone for very long.<br/><br/>When morning arrived Reliyian did not hesitate to tell them of the creature and even point out the path it took for Eshalu. Not that it was their primary concern but perhaps it would be useful for her to recognize its markings in the future. Returning the cloak to Eshalu as Reliyian tells the tale, whipping it off her frame to bask in the morning sun in her full nudeness, “Thank you.” She said simply and went to her pack and dress herself properly. Carefully stowing her torn wrap, perhaps at the next night she will have the time and mood to fix it. Her orb returned to its pouch and her satchel slung over her shoulder. Reliyian checked her blade and adjusted the small pack on her back, slipping the sandals onto her feet. Fully dressed she said little, letting the two formulate the plan and trusting to Aeryn’s leadership. When ordered, she nodded, “Yes of course,” and without hesitation took to her place. Moving surprisingly quick they glided through the forest on the direction of Eshalu. Reliyian was far less talkative and it was easy for the others to see she was pensive. Although part of her was uneasy as well and worried any noise would bring greater danger to them. When they reached the cluster of houses hidden in the trees, Reliyian could not suppress her smile though (glass windows?!) as she looked up, “Fascinating.” Then glancing back and forth between her companions, embarrassed by her enthusiastic display she cleared her throat and looked to Aeryn, “So how shall we proceed?”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fate Stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2013-04-07 21:02:47, Robyn Hood (uid: 15876) rolls: 4d3a-8 Result: 2 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=45626)<br/>Comment: Lore for lumpy ball-shaped roughly cow-sized creature 2<br/><br/>Sorry I messed up the first roll putting the -8 in the wrong spot. This one is +2, +3 skill for a <strong>Superb</strong> result.<br/><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><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>