[colour=D4E637][h3]Lyen'Ivhere'Zulc[/h3][hr]
[b]Tall Trees, Long Shadows I[/b][/colour]
[sub]Loriindton Forest - Night's Camp
Seen & Mentioned: Talit'yrash'osmax, Otios'yyia'thala, Eliis'qarmena'luunetar, Calitan’Viszar’Telrontelios[/sub]

Lyen's mood continued to improve the closer they came to arriving in Loriindton.  The uptick in alcohol consumed by the part had little to no correlation.  She was almost certain of it. Their journey had begun quiet, but the announcement of a celebration near their arrival had heightened spirits.  At least for the older two Yasoi.  Talit sought isolation more often the further they traveled, and it wasn't difficult to presume why.  It was neither Lyen's place nor desire to provide comfort; she instead joined Jaxan, their new arrival, in attempting to stir excitement and cheer through games and drink.  It was pleasant to have something to occupy the night other than thoughts of Relouse.


She hand't intended on getting drunk herself. At first the wine had been to chase the bitter taste of Thundersludge that lingered on the tongue long after the pride of success had worn off. It wasn't until much later, when they'd begun to move through the forest again at Talit's summons, that she noticed just how affected by it she was.  The play-yard tune continued to play through her head, and unprompted further versus spilled from her humming lips as they came upon the other group.

 
[colour=D4E637]"Niico fayil luun'ithan, eloi juup tuum tiin?"[/colour] She stayed in the trees above, blinking down at the strange collection of Yasoi below. The exceptionally tall woman commanded inspection first, and Lyen was struck with a memory of the words [i]fantôme rouge[/i].  Vague whispers of superstition among the Perrench common-folk. The details remained clouded by a fog of wine she worked to clear with her gift as Talit hobbled towards the strangers leaving Lyen to finish the rhyme on her own:
[colour=D4E637]"Eloi juup tuum tiin? chel o'tuum ithan diidoin."[/colour]

Once satisfied with her sobriety she joined the others in full view of the group, sill allowing herself to sway slightly as she landed. At eye level they were even more conspicuous; a disfigured dervish, obvious jam'bys addict, and a wraith of a girl easily mistaken for a child accompanied the giant. Lyen made the sign of the pentad following Talit's introduction.  Her form could have shamed a blind apostate, but the intended mockery eventually became clear when her left fist opened after signing Dami to make a rude gesture beside the right.

[colour=D4E637]"Word of a mette-stiroi brings all kinds in these strange times."[/colour] 
 She said with apparent congeniality, her eyes watching for weapons and spells above an open smile.

[hider=summary]
- Lyen joins Talit&Co in meeting the (unidentified) Eskandr group[/hider]