<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar – The Matriarch</strong><br/><br/>As Eshalu spoke in her tongue Reliyian tried to avoid noticeably sinking in place and did her best to hide the nausea that rose from the pit of her stomach. In her time among the other races, Reliyian did her best to be as accepting and understanding of their customs and ways as possible. Generally it was quite easy. Perhaps it was her fair appearance, the odd sense of out-worldliness that her kind (and no doubt doubly enhanced the icy magic) seemed to inspire when they met others. ‘Disarming’ was the word a night watch soldier used when she stopped to chat during a stroll in the deep of night. Of course that same man seemed to have significant trouble keeping his gaze eye level so that might have had something to do with it too.<br/><br/>It hadn’t occurred to her that her elven cousins would still practice such things. The texts she had studied were old and she assumed hence out of date. She secretly cursed herself; her people were long lived, slow to change. The possibility should not have struck as so foreign. It has been long told such spirits still existed and of course they would be making the same demands they had for countless centuries.  But her ways and all she was taught about the proper use of magic was to embrace all life. It was considered loathsome to sacrifice even the smallest of creatures to satisfy an ephemeral greed for power or even as an act of self-preservation. Should she ever return to the Tower, this detail she would keep hidden; it could derail her hopes that Reliyian’s and Eshalu’s chance meeting might make a bond between their people. A fool’s dream perhaps, but it was hers. Reliyian simply nodded, “I see.” Whatever stories used to frighten Eshalu as a child frightened Reliyian much more so at that moment. It lingered in her mind for quite a while. It could be digested and accepted but not immediately. She fumbled for the words to cut off the conversation, “That… I… well… let us hope any Spirits these Saurians might revere do not require the sacrifice of two elves and a human interloper.”<br/><br/>There was a brief moment of relief from Reliyian as Visha indicated they would not be going to that awful place as they moved away from it. Heading back down and away from the village seemed to lighten the weight on Reliyian’s mind. She slowly returned to her graceful gait and once again would occasionally have to quick step to catch up. Distracted by the ancient trees, their shapes and texture, she moved her hands across them, examining the leaves and thick roots at their base. Reliyian was so caught up in the environment she didn’t even notice the matriarch immediately, in fact she was in the middle of expressing her thoughts (which most people would describe as gabbing) to the group on a treatise about how trees had memory and could be accessed by certain skilled oracles. As her eyes gazed upon the luminous form of the matriarch Reliyian stopped mid-sentence. If there were any cultural taboos on staring, she violated them immediately. The lovely visage and kaleidoscope of color before them was the absolutely last thing she had expected. The matriarch’s predatory look only intensified Reliyian’s curiosity. The sonorous voice had the Mountain Elf mystified for a moment as she could only watch, looking at every subtle flex and line of the matriarch’s mouth as she spoke.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Fate Stuff</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2013-05-02 22:31:18, Robyn Hood (uid: 15876) rolls: 4d3a-8 Result: 0 (http://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=46124)<br/><br/>+0 for the roll and only +1 for the skill, so that fails my notice!<br/><br/>I didn’t do any social conflict rolls yet because for now Reliyian is letting Aeryn do the talking. ^_^<br/></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.<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>