<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/92/a8/81/92a881fbbe9147ff8094769d7509184a.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Ilya Wor</strong><br/><strong>Venturing Forth</strong><br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Temerity; Kirss; All<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The deference shown by the pretty redhead continued to baffle her, and her face remained slightly pink-tinged for a while after the party had left the village.  Certainly none of her mother's tribe would have ever held a door for her, not even the human slaves had been expected to do that.  Not that the tribe encountered many doors.  Mostly, the doors they met with were attached to human, halfling and elf dwellings they were raiding, and they just knocked them down or tore them off their hinges.  Her mind caught up in such memories, she failed to notice the staring from the green-haired companion.<br/><br/>The introduction from the other woman pulled her from her contemplation, and she cocked her head at Tem, arching a brow and murmuring back.<br/>"My father uses it for the swelling and pain in his joints, especially on cold days.  We would gather it on afternoons and he would dry and bottle it to save for the winter, when the plants were scarce."  She offered a slight smile, the pleasant memories of 'herb hunting' with her father replacing the troublesome memories of the few raids her mother insisted she be involved in.  And the punishments she received for refusing to murder, maim or rape the innocent villagers.<br/><br/><br/>"Oh...I've always been partial to flowering trees, personally.  Their beauty is more fleeting, but seeing a whole grove of trees in full, bright bloom is...breathtaking.  And walking beneath their branches with the petals floating down on a warm breeze..."  She paused and darkened again as she cleared her throat and looked down to tuck the berry Kirss had handed her into the pouch on her belt, murmuring softly to the small elf.  "Thank you."<br/><br/>Using the opportunity to drop the subject of her favorite flower, she was pleased when the other woman moved on swiftly, her gaze lifting in time to catch sight of the Tiefling's eyes changing color.  She blinked and spoke softly.  "You should let the others know.  The longer you hide it, the more untrustworthy you will seem when they inevitably find out.  Especially to the Paladin.  Besides, you shouldn't be ashamed of what you are or let public opinion force you into hiding."  She offered a smile she hoped was reassuring and encouraging, then looked up and over the heads of her companions, eyes raking the area around them as they walk.<br/><br/><br/>"I'm Ilya...raised in the woods by my father and taught how to track and hunt beasts of all sorts, to never go hungry in the wild or fall ill due to the water I drink.  I am swift and strong with my axe and bow.  I will keep you all safe and well-fed."<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Initiative: 19</div><div class="spoiler_body">Summary: At 2018-05-30 20:21:08, Ilya (uid: 24594) rolls: 1d20a2 Result: 19 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=120536)<br/></div></div>