From: Helle Salin Nielsen (Jhez_at_wanadoo.dk)
Date: Sat Nov 22 2003 - 07:39:38 GMT
"Wildflower, huh?" Illyana grins. "Sorry, Illyana Sworddancer, not
something fancy and Elvish like that. Just my ma's youngest. But I guess I
could be considered a little wild, since I most likely take after my
brothers." For a short moment she pauses, as if saddened. "Happy to meet
you, I'm sure. What sort of an Adept is a Procurer? I never heard of that
Discipline before..." Illyana stops herself and looks at Siri one more
time. "Ah..." she says with a sigh. "My mistake. A very practical
Discipline."
Then she turns back towards Kestrel "Distrustful of men? But... They're
pretty nice creatures, most of them." She smiles absentmindedly at Astran,
Trystan, Nightwind and Grendahl in turn. "Useful, too. Usually stronger
than us womenfolk, most of them courteous to a fault - and the oafs who are
not, should be ignored." She tries to convey her sunny disposition and
general trust of her fellow Namegivers to Kestrel through a huge smile, but
somehow she can see that she is failing. "Hey, you can share my tent, if
you like. I'm a light sleeper and my swords are always nearby. If you have
any pets, they are welcome too." She winks at Nightwind, grinning a bit.
"I've heard that Parlainth is so huge that you cannot get back to Haven
every night for a safe rest", she adds, as if to explain.
She tosses her golden curls over her shoulder and shifts a bit, possibly
because she finds standing still for a prolonged period annoying. "Let's
hope they get a move on, so we can get out of here. Everybody else ready?,
she asks as she whirls around to check the persons around her.
**** OOC: I might not get time to post again until after the Saturday
deadline, as I need to go shopping. If the troll comes down, assume that
Illyana is one step ahead of EVERYBODY on the way out of the door - she has
been inside for too long already. Impatient nature, I know :-) She'll be
checking on Kestrel frequently to make sure the elf is ok - and flirting
outrageously with any male around! She seems to be made of pure energy and
sunlight. ****
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<<Nightwind looks at Siri. He smiles warmly taking her hand in his. He
kisses
the back of her hand as if she was a lady of noble station "A pleasure to
meet you Lady Siri. I am Nightwind." He purposly adds a flourish to the
kiss and
a warm smile. His words flow as he continues "I hope this wet day does not
diminish your beauty in the slightest." With that he kisses her hand one
last
time before releasing it.>>
Siri lets the elf take her gloved hand, though stiffly and her features go
quickly from open to guarded in a split second. Dark blue eyes narrow
slightly,
but they don't seem to focus directly on Nightwind. "And I thank you for
your
compliment good sir, although if I were all that worried for my appearance
I
would not be in Haven, now would I? But thank you for saying such. I've not
had
a compliment in a good many years."
<<Kestrel watches in amusement "Good eve. Siri. I am Kestrel." She casts
another nervous glance around the rooom.>>
"Greetings Lady Kestrel. Is there something amiss? Are you in some sort of
trouble?"
<<"Allow me to introduce myself: i'm Grendahl and i'm a Warrior. Guess we
will
spent the next days together, so let's start to know a bit." He smiles at
the other name-givers.>>
Siri turns at hearing another introduction and quickly tucks her hands
under
her cloak lest they be kissed again at another introduction. "A good eve to
you, sir. I am Siri Maratea: Procurer."
<< - "and then a weaponsmith and a beastmaster. Although... Lady Kestrel
might... ehm... I'm sort of not sure she's really... ehm... Oh, shucks! I
mean -
if you are shaking this badly while we are still inside an inn, do you then
think it is wise to go outside in the Horrorinfested areas of Parlainth?"
>>
"My dearest wild flower," Siri says, raising her voice just a bit as she
steps closer to the swordmistress. At barely 5 foot the slight little human
wasn't
the least bit threatening. It was more like a dance step, such as when two
generals would pace each other during discussions. "Perhaps it is a sign of
her
increadible good sense. As it is, if any of us had half our wits about us
we
wouldn't be poking around in this hell pit looking for adventure now would
we?"
Siri smiles, something that doesn't look quite right as a small scar at the
side of her lips make it look more like a smirk then a grin. And her eyes
don't
seem to lose the wary edge that ices her gaze, almost as if she expects to
be
kicked at any moment.
--------
Siri Description:
Siri looks to be in her early 20s, a tiny human so small and slender. Siri
is
a deceptively slight woman with curling auburn hair only half tamed by
ribbons and stormy blue eyes shot through with midnight specks. Her skin is
fair and
freckled and bears it's share of faint scars along her arms, neck and
hands.
Her build sleek, yet sturdy and trim. She dresses in tight fitting cloth
breeches, a blousy half chemise and a snug leather vest, belt and boots. A
row of
squared leather pouches lay close to her left hip off of her belt, though
nearly all of her is hidden under a voluminous cloak made of thick heavy
material
that she drapes about herself. She currently has her hands covered with
gloves.
Siri wears no visible jewelry. And her only visible weapon is a rather
unadorned mace hanging off her belt by a sturdy leather loop.Siri stands
just under
five feet tall and might weigh a 100 pounds if you soaked her first, cloak
and
all.
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