<strong>Reliyian Isilivanthar – Kelcis' home</strong><br/><br/>Reliyian winced at the toothy grin which she thought a decidedly unpleasant sight. Even so, a sense of relief went through her as the thing confirmed Lazerette’s safety. As the ladder unrolled down in from of them Reliyian raised a skeptical brow at it. Her quizzical looked turning to Aeryn as she ascended the erhm… alternate way. Reliyian had expected Eshalu to do so. Probably in a single leap given her wood-elf cousin’s impressive aerial display where she had impaled several friends of the creature (Reliyian could still not quite think of the leader as a person yet). So the current hospitality showed made the Mountain Elf immediately suspicious. Still betting that Eshalu would not need the rope ladder and neither Aeryn apparently, Reliyian gingerly climbed it. Not that she was uncomfortable doing so, even though her modified sandals didn’t seem the best to navigate the uneven terrain or rope she<em>had</em>grown up on a mountain. Given the loose fit and wide slit on the hip of her short dress anyone under her would have quite the view of the thin gossamer material that served as her undergarment. And come to think of it, anyone above would also have a scenic view of her ample cleavage, her dress hanging just on the bustline as it does.<br/><br/>Once up top Reliyian quickly lost focus, head turning even her entire body in a full circle as they moved to take in the surroundings. She would stop, run her hand along one of the walls, rub a leaf between her forefinger and thumb, and perhaps even catch the eyes of one of the lizardfolk, returning it with a smile and friendly wave and bend on one knee to examine some cute fuzzy caterpillar and so on, only to have to double-step to catch up. Her initial apprehension began to fade somewhat as they entered the main building. Pausing a moment before entering to address Eshalu in the wood elf dialect, “<em>Perhaps I am being naïve but if this were an ambush would they have not already done so by now?</em>” The question sounding partially rhetorical and partially trying to get Eshalu’s reassurance they weren’t walking into a trap.<br/><br/>Inside, Reliyian did not speak, allowing Aeryn to do all the talking. When they were alone Reliyian did comment to the doctor though, “To be honest, I’m not feeling all that grateful or patient.” Her gaze was upon the bedding as she spoke though. Moving to the silk ones as she gently moved her palm along them, she always loved the feel of silk, “A little posh for lizards, no?”<br/><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>