[color=8882be][center][h1]Liors Myrisal[/h1][/center][/color]
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Liors gingerly plucked a lollipop from Polyanna's hand, popping it in her mouth. It tasted like relief - not something that could be described, but simply what you would taste when you've just gotten out of something better off than you should have been. This was, of course, exactly what had just happened. She subtly steered clear of one of the newcomers, the one with the red hair. Instead, she approached the other, who seemed to have more energy than the rest of the group combined. Actually, for Liors, she was possibly the worst person to talk to. But it was too late, and the words were out of her mouth before she could stop them.

[color=8882be]"Ah... the treant let her up,"[/color] she said. No longer under the threat of Polyanna, Liors felt herself relax a little. Perhaps the day would begin to look up from there. [color=8882be]"I'm not sure if they would let you up too but, um. Oh! That's right - my name, I'm Liors. Uh."[/color]

She stuck her hand out awkwardly, managing to smile a little. This had to be her best introduction so far, and really, Liors was feeling pretty good about it. It did seem like things were getting better, and she silently praised whatever gods there were. Not even a day in and she was approaching people on her own. It might have just been the post-impending doom adrenaline (it was), but that too was something of an achievement. It wouldn't last, but by the heavens was it an accomplishment.