[center][h1][sub][color=Green][b][u]E L I   E S T A L I[/u][/b][/color][/sub][/h1][/center]
[center][@Aquanthe][@Redneckatron][@Mistiel][/center]
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Eli continued to pet the horse's mane, grooming it with gentle care as he rode slowly through the grass fields that laid against the sides of the road.  He looked over to the main group, spotting a young girl approaching him slowly.  Eli, having gone through the same routine before, thought that she was coming to make some kind of move on him.  It wasn't impossible; after all, this happened far more than a commoner thinks it would.  [color=Green]"Please don't do what I think you're about to do..."[/color]  His eyes wandered over to Jauna, remembering how she was supposed to be one of several handmaids he was to select as a bride.  The thought made him gag slightly.  He just didn't want to marry.  He wanted to spend his time studying, exploring, and going out on adventures.  That's all he ever wanted.  As the Priestess approached, Eli put on a friendly smile, and sat up, giving the horse a few pats on the side of it's neck before taking the reins once more.  When she spoke, he was relieved to hear her just making friendly chatter.  [color=Green]"It's a very typical name, I would say.  Lucille sounds far better of a name than 'Chester.'  Of course, I was never really good at naming pets."[/color]  He chuckled a little and looked forward, until the Bard made his way to his other side.

It felt a little weird to be sandwiched between two complete strangers.  In fact, Eli must have thought that Rhea would be taking serious offense or was being provoked with how close they were getting to him.  After all, what reason would she had to trust them?  They were not only strangers, but commoners.  Of course, with the Priestess, she had some claim of trust, being a part of the clergy and what-not.  Even so, Eli hoped that Rhea wouldn't get too serious around them...even if he did look up to her for it.  As the Bard spoke, Eli gave him a smirk, his brow raised in confusion.  He had an extremely strange dialect, making it hard to follow at times, but he was nonetheless able to grasp what he had meant.  He shook his head at the mention of the name 'Biscuit' and he laughed.  [color=Green]"No, I suppose there isn't.  It's a very plain name, though....kinda boring."[/color]  He had a large smile on his face, then looked back forward at the land ahead of them.  The grasslands of Estala were beautiful, but the south and northern parts of Estala were said to be covered with thick woods.  Eli, having never seen the pines of the north, was excited to see them.  He heard of many dark tales about creatures like werewolves, ghouls, and whatever creepy beasts that existed in folklore.  Of course, these were all fake, but the environment of the northern pines must have been quite dark for such tales to be woven.