<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar – You don’t get away that easily</strong><br/><br/>Reliyian’s normal poise broke as she could barely contain her excitement at the thought of spending time in the forests of Eshalu’s birth, learning more of her ways and meeting the rest of her clan. Dancing in the wild among the trees or around their fires, partaking of their merriments and the stories of the druids; oh the stories! What tales would they spin, what ancient secrets and knowledge unknown! “Oh… oh that would be… marvelous!” She wondered would her kind be so generous in return. And there was no denying the answer, which pained her that it showed on her face for a brief moment. Her kin had abandoned the rest of their people with purpose. Most would not welcome a rejoining of any kind. Their blood did not run hot. No. There would be no conflict of course, but disdain. A terse rejection bathed in diplomatic speech but the result would be the same, doors would be shut. Still, some hope. Especially a few in the Tower whose quest for truth was still stronger then the quest to be right, Reliyian’s smile returned. “I am humbled that you would call me kin. But you owe me no measure of gratitude; it is I who owe you. Without your presence well, let me say that a creature of such ferocity would have surely seen my end.” As their gazes met Reliyian could sense her elf cousin had many questions. It took quite a bit of fortitude to not probe Eshalu’s thoughts as Reliyian had many questions of her own. Her mother often called Reliyian rude as her curiosity was most times unbridled. Now, however, even to her it did not seem the time to discuss as they moved to find shelter. Danger was still lurking in the shadows.<br/><br/>She shifted with Eshalu’s weight but Reliyian did her best to show no discomfort, “You weigh but naught,” her eyes looked sincerely into Eshalu’s, “<em>Sercë acáriewet nésa. Qui cuilenya hya fírienyanen polin varyatal, caruvanyes Isilmiel</em>(Blood made us Sisters. If by my life or death I can protect you, I will do it). You may not understand it now but I find great strength in you.”<br/><br/>As they lingered and prepared camp the thought of digging up wild roots, especially here where they have been transformed into gods know what, brought only a curious and non-amused glance from Reliyian. But Eshalu’s approval warmed her insides. Approaching the bank Reliyian leaned down to put her fingers into the flow of water and watching it curl around them. It was indeed cold; she filled her skin and then drank deep. Remote as it was, it still felt like a taste from home. She stayed long enough to watch Eshalu bathe. The wood elf’s body, even with its many wounds was a wondrous sight. Reliyian very desperately wanted to join at this same moment but there was still some work to be done. The river would still be there and Reliyian would cleanse herself all the same.  After a long moment of watching she finally spoke, “I will not dally long. When I return I will mend your clothes as well,” she smiled knowing Eshalu was far more dangerous than any pack of wolfs.<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: 0</td><td></td><td>Moderate: - </td></tr><tr><td>Physical Stress (Physique) </td><td>[X] [2] </td><td>Severe: - </td></tr><tr><td>Mental Stress (Will) </td><td>[1] [2] [3] </td><td></td></tr></tbody></table> </div></div>