<div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=33304.msg1905021#msg1905021">Quote from: crystaltears on 23-05-2009, 16:35:27</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><strong>~Young male acolyte of Pelor~</strong><br/><br/>The young boy in the vestments of Pelor was a little confused; he couldn't imagine a student of the arcane arts being sent to aid him in his chores. "You must be here to speak with someone else.. Perhaps Lady Naomi can help you. She's over there." He gestured to the dreamy healer as he spoke.<br/><br/><strong>~Naomi Samonte~</strong><br/><br/>Naomi had been staring with a dreamy gaze at the person in the red hood, for once still hearing what was being said to her, but when the acolyte gestured to her she felt her cheeks grow a little warm and turned her attention back on Tasaril. "Dreams? Well, they're visions from the Gods. Sometimes they can be helpful." She ran her fingers through her blonde curls as she wondered what the stranger was here for.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>The redhead in her red cloak curtsie to the boy, "I'm sure that's it exactly.  Thak you very much, young man."  She kissed him onthe forehead (or cheek if she judged him to be in early adolesence) and strode towards Lady Naomi with light and purposeful steps.  She smiled and curtsied again, cloak falling open to reveal an indigo dress of feastday fabrics for the craftsman class, looking like it was brand new.  "Lady Naomi, I  presume?"<br/><br/>"My master in the alchemst guild told me his Arate warned him of troubles faced by the church of Pelor, and that I should come and offer my aid.  I am a journywoman alchemist myself, with some small Art as well."