<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar – The Wilds of Dra Sirdu </strong><br/><br/>She unhooked the buckle of the collar and the dead beast. “Red. Green.” Reliyian lifted each collar in turn to look at it; her orb had been safely tucked away in her pouch again. Shaking her head and giving out a sigh, “Perhaps meaningless decoration but still. Lazerette, nothing I can recall in human custom would lend me to believe there is more to this. You are more cultured in human society, can you think of any significance?” Unless someone specifically wanted them, Reliyian simply placed them on the belly of the dead beast as she peered closer at it.<br/><br/>Still kneeling at the corpse she glanced up at Eshalu, Reliyian spoke in the wood elf’s native tongue as best she could,<em>“Perhaps. Although I am beginning to wonder if that is the case of everything here.”</em>She then paused and looked around, feeling embarrassed she cleared her throat. It was so easy and more than a little comforting to speak in Elvish, even if it was not one of her best dialects. It was very natural to slip into it looking at Eshalu, made easier still that the forest warrior’s presence here seemed natural, as if Reilyian encountered her through a stroll in the forested valley below her home. However, speaking a language not understood was rude and she continued in the common tongue, “That is, there appear to be no marks of sorcery. The creature looks chimeric but there are no scars, even subtle ones, created by the twisting of magic. And the blood,” she turned to look and point a wound, “It is like that of a… an…” she searched for the right word, “An outsider. It may be this thing was birthed and grew like any animal. Its corruption contained in its very essence. In effect, as natural here as you or any of us back home; this entire island may be removed from the web of life.” Reliyian stood and despite the possible dire conclusion she arrives at, it was spoken completely matter-of-factly. “And that is a rather disturbing thought. Although it is too soon to say so definitively.”<br/><br/>When Eshalu disappears into the underbrush to find a safe refuge, Reliyian moves to Aeryn’s side and tries to offer some comfort, “Water?” Reliyian gently ran her fingers down Aeryn’s shoulder and arm, skin perfectly smooth that it might seem unnatural to a human. With the closeness Aeryn had with Eshalu it would not seem unfamiliar most certainly. “Next time, duck,” Once again Reliyian’s voice was monotone and exact, was she joking?<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.</div></div>