Just as she had finished speaking with the Lycan, others seemed to have taken an interest in meeting with the Lunaris, much to Illistrianna’s relief. At first, she was greeted by one of the people she first saw as she climbed the hill up, Rem as she called herself. While she was indeed shorter than average and modest-looking compared to the others, Illistrianna’s beliefs always told her to not overlook someone simply for what they look like.

Reaching out for Rem’s extended gesture of greetings, the elven priestess gently took it into her hands; the stern look she was bearing for the Lycan faded into her more natural smile and even allowed a giggle of glee to escape her lips [color=6ecff6]“Thank you! But as our kin says, it is often in the most modest of flowers that lies its true hidden beauty. You seem to be far more experienced at this than some of us, even though seeming so young.”[/color] 

Illistrianna turned to face the red-hooded woman that Malakaus and she had intercepted at the gates. It looked like she was curious about her glowing jewelry. [color=6ecff6]“These are my weapons, or rather their sealed forms. They can become quite a handful when traveling, especially this one.”[/color] Illistrianna answered, letting go of Rem’s hand to show the hooded girl her moon-engraved silver bracer.

[color=6ecff6]“I’m sorry if the glow is distracting, they usually only react this way when they sense creatures of the night, such as Werewolves or Vampires. Normally, the weapons of a Lunaris Priestess were made to hunt those.”[/color] the blue Elf added, taking a glance back at the Lycan in their group. [color=6ecff6]"However, my days as a huntress are long over from the moment I left the Order. Now, these blades only serve to protect those who are preyed upon in the night. Which is why I promise I won't cause unprovocated issues to our group, as long as we are not doing any wrong-doing."[/color]