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Interaction: Lyen, Talit, Otios, Calitan
Scene: Tall Trees & Long Shadows
Location: Loriindton Forest - Night's Camp
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Eliis had made an impact at Relouse, at least in some way. She'd definitely not killed nearly enough for her liking, but she had evened the stakes of the war by saving quite a few of the Eskandr, and thus prolonging the conflict. There was no doubt in her mind however, that the Parrench had secured their position in the fight, and perhaps this is why she had ended up heading to Loriindton. There was no qualms to be had about getting a vacation and spending some time with her people, and attending a mette'stiroi, and eating starlight snails, but she hated the fact that the command had come from a human. The idea of it made her not want to go at all, but she felt opportunity. And so she went with the motley crew of others that had decided to come with. 

Of course, she couldn't go as herself. A tar'ithan in the midst of Parrence would stand out like snow on a summers day. She had a reputation and a name that had begun to precede itself in Relouse, so she became someone else. Her hair was braided and put into a shawl, and her garbs were changed for more traditional wear. Scars and Tetsoi were hidden with balms and for her trip, the only thing that would remain would be her height, though there were many of her kin who were tall and imposing, and it certainly wouldn't give her away. Indeed, for the time of this trip, Eliis would cast aside her demonic alias and become 'Vishvel', the lucky fighter. After all, she'd survived the battle of Relouse as a medic. 

And although the travel wasn't the most comforting, the tall forests of Loriindton definitely were. The tastes, the flavours, everything brought to her tongue was pure bliss. She could not understand those who didn't have a penchant for the variety of foods that they had up north. Tiims'archa and the liquor they had brought with them were a match made in heaven, and the droplets of moonlight that managed to sneak through the tall canopy of the forest made it even sweeter still. The only thing that would make it better would be song and games - and that is when sweet little Jyluun won Eliis over by starting an old favourite of hers, Niico fayil luuni'than! It was a little of her namesake after all! 

The words finished back and forth, and the alcohol danced from her mind to her mouth as she began to join, surveying those who spoke. She felt an eerie caution from them, and almost a sense of bloodlust. Did they know? She felt her nails sharpen and her hands tense for just a second, but she knew that if she held the same worry, then it would only affirm suspicion. Though, as she made out the different silhouettes, one in particular stood out. It all clicked for her - the thing that the big yanii was talking about - the spider, it all made sense. She chuckled a little looking at the visage of the woman that just responded to her - truth be told she felt like an idiot. While a few of her compatriots might have felt intimidated by this sudden appearance, she was excited. A lady of the gift - nay, of prophetic strength if her aftermath was anything to go by was standing right in front of her ready to share song and drink. Perhaps if they were on opposing sides of the battlefield, then she'd feel a bit more worried, but there was naught to worry about, as long as their cover remained in tact.

[color=D70040]"Color me surprised! I didn't expect to see the lady herself here so soon before the mette'stiroi, and especially not with such lovely company!"[/color] she spoke, turning to face Talit from her seated position on a nearby log. [color=D70040]"I am Eliis and the cute one here is Jyluun, though I'll give the others the privilege of introducing themselves."[/color] she uttered softly, patting the small ones head. She'd gotten a little too attached for her liking to this one, though perhaps the drink and song had made her more friendly than usual. And perhaps bolder. She looked at the three who'd spoken since coming close, though her eyes sat a little longer on Lyen and her collection of trophies imbued in her clothing, and touched the left of the log she was sat on, gesturing them to come and sit with her with a gentle smile.