Lia sits upon an over sized, human chair, inside the Inn with a bowl of yummy-looking, ripe fruit in front of her. Her head is bent down as she reads from her favorite book. The cover is a faded shade of blue and the edges are beginning to fray. The pages inside are so soft from over a century of being handled that they feel more like smooth cloth.
All around her, unique and different beings, come and go in and out of the Inn, heading to the market or to acquire a room to rest from battle. Tieflings, Humans, Genasi, Dwarfs and Elves alike. They dance and swirl past her and around her, the bright colors of their skin and clothes all mingling into one. Tall ones, short ones, classy and rude, all moving to their own rhythm in the drinking room, making her lighted-headed, shy and dizzy all at the same time.
She refocuses on the page under her fingers and re-reads it again for the thousandth time. She can not help but to smile to herself, with her little dimples and warm brown eyes, mulling over those same lines, now feeling a bit like Alice, looking through The Looking Glass, thrown into a world where nothing makes sense anymore.
Alice: But I don't want to go among mad people.
The Cat: Oh, you can't help that. We're all mad here. I'm mad. You're mad.
Alice: How do you know I'm mad?
The Cat: You must be. Or you wouldn't have come here.
Alice: And how do you know that you're mad?
The Cat: To begin with, a dog's not mad. You grant that?
Alice: I suppose so,
The Cat: Well, then, you see, a dog growls when it's angry, and wags its tail when it's pleased. Now I growl when I'm pleased, and wag my tail when I'm angry. Therefore I'm mad.
The bottle labeled "Drink Me"
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The water pours from stone walls into a large, inviting pool. Clear-blue water ripples along the stone steps, caressing them in a steady, melodic rhythm. The bathhouse is empty and a lone, petite Elf, takes full advantage of the peace and quiet and slips into the cool, refreshing water.
Lia sighs and eases into the pool, delighted at the contrast of temperature from the room to the water. With, long graceful strokes she extends her arms out and kicks away from the large steps, swimming with grace and poise, her hair tied up loosely and edges of her white swimsuit dipping and bobbing up from the water from time to time.
She falls into an easy, steady pace and reflects back on the past days as her muscles are soothed by the constant caresses of the water.
Her thoughts drift to Teir, a fellow Elf that she has met on numerous occasions, sweet and likable. Milan, a stout and noble fighter that has accompanied her and Travan out hunting in the Beastlands. A woman named Vanya, who is a sassy, gorgeous-looking blonde with a soft accent and a playful edge about her. Mastanu, a ranger of sorts who although is very formal and polite, there is something behind his eyes that just seems out of place...
Finally her thoughts settle on Travan, an Elf from her homeland, that has traveled with her to Sigil to explore, learn, laugh and love.
Lia completes a few laps around the bathhouse and slowly paddles her way out to one of the benches to grab a towel. An adorable, dimpled smile plays upon her face as she sees in her minds eye her and Travan battling through the Beastlands together with Milan, at times feeling like they were conquering the world.
With much more relaxed posture and far less stress in her bones, she wraps herself in a fluffy, white towel and walks over to the sauna room, to mediate and further reflect on her new found.....friends?
Lia sighs and eases into the pool, delighted at the contrast of temperature from the room to the water. With, long graceful strokes she extends her arms out and kicks away from the large steps, swimming with grace and poise, her hair tied up loosely and edges of her white swimsuit dipping and bobbing up from the water from time to time.
She falls into an easy, steady pace and reflects back on the past days as her muscles are soothed by the constant caresses of the water.
Her thoughts drift to Teir, a fellow Elf that she has met on numerous occasions, sweet and likable. Milan, a stout and noble fighter that has accompanied her and Travan out hunting in the Beastlands. A woman named Vanya, who is a sassy, gorgeous-looking blonde with a soft accent and a playful edge about her. Mastanu, a ranger of sorts who although is very formal and polite, there is something behind his eyes that just seems out of place...
Finally her thoughts settle on Travan, an Elf from her homeland, that has traveled with her to Sigil to explore, learn, laugh and love.
Lia completes a few laps around the bathhouse and slowly paddles her way out to one of the benches to grab a towel. An adorable, dimpled smile plays upon her face as she sees in her minds eye her and Travan battling through the Beastlands together with Milan, at times feeling like they were conquering the world.
With much more relaxed posture and far less stress in her bones, she wraps herself in a fluffy, white towel and walks over to the sauna room, to mediate and further reflect on her new found.....friends?
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Somewhere hidden, somewhere safe, two small Elves sit in front of a fire, snuggled together, fingers intertwined, with not a care in the world, save the tender moments that they are sharing....
....One with strong, chiseled features and darkish auburn hair, with his arms protectively around her, and her honey-warm skin and hair falling around him like golden-spun silk. Their expressions mirrored in the flames and sparks from the fire....
.....Travan and Lia lay nestled into one another upon a tightly woven rug. Pillows upon pillows surround them and blankets from the large, over sized bed, have been pulled to the floor. Like two love birds in a make-shift spring nest, they stay wrapped in each other arms, talking excitedly and non-stop. Sometimes even tripping over each others words and laughing, when they end up saying what the other one is thinking......
....."So this is love?" Lia thinks to herself. She is aglow with emotion and the room lingers of the scent of fresh peaches from the warmth of her skin as Travan begins to place small, little kisses on her forehead, her eyes, her nose and cheeks, finally settling on her soft lips.....
....."So....this....is love..." She murmurs out loud as she moans softly, returning his kiss, sinking deeper into the labyrinth of pillows and blankets, as Travan continues to spoil her with loving attentions and adorations that will continue long into the night.....
....."Yes...This... is... Love."
....One with strong, chiseled features and darkish auburn hair, with his arms protectively around her, and her honey-warm skin and hair falling around him like golden-spun silk. Their expressions mirrored in the flames and sparks from the fire....
.....Travan and Lia lay nestled into one another upon a tightly woven rug. Pillows upon pillows surround them and blankets from the large, over sized bed, have been pulled to the floor. Like two love birds in a make-shift spring nest, they stay wrapped in each other arms, talking excitedly and non-stop. Sometimes even tripping over each others words and laughing, when they end up saying what the other one is thinking......
....."So this is love?" Lia thinks to herself. She is aglow with emotion and the room lingers of the scent of fresh peaches from the warmth of her skin as Travan begins to place small, little kisses on her forehead, her eyes, her nose and cheeks, finally settling on her soft lips.....
....."So....this....is love..." She murmurs out loud as she moans softly, returning his kiss, sinking deeper into the labyrinth of pillows and blankets, as Travan continues to spoil her with loving attentions and adorations that will continue long into the night.....
....."Yes...This... is... Love."
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Together they are getting stronger. Long nights spent hunting in the planes, dividing the spoils, sharpening their skills. Together they are becoming a force.
Her new enchanted items of clothes and weapons are being wielded with the skill of an Elven Warrior with some seasons under her belt. She feels sharper, more alert, and keeps a cautious eye to the horizon and an ear to the winds for pending dangers that may come to hurt her or her beloved.
Each day brings a story yet to unfold before her eyes, that Travan and her will experience together, writing the lines which will one day fall into lore and legend.
Lia stands on top of a small mound of ice in the Ice Planes. Snow is falling all around her and lands on her hair and little, button nose. Her cheeks are pink from the cold but she does not feel it. Her hand grips tightly around a new acquired shortbow that is quite lethal and accurate when the arrow strikes true. The Salamanders are dead for the time being which gives her reprieve to reflect on all that had transpired.....
....She has met many in her explorations. Milan, Sturm, Vanya, Breven, Raymond.....all stand out in her mind. Solid fighters and spellcasters, excellent companions of trade and loyal when traveling together to keep everyone safe and on their feet....
A lone Salamander creeps from behind a shard of ice. Lia grins a sly grin. "Not this time" She thinks. With practiced aim and steady hands her bow releases a single arrow to the heart.
Yes, indeed they are getting stronger.......
Her new enchanted items of clothes and weapons are being wielded with the skill of an Elven Warrior with some seasons under her belt. She feels sharper, more alert, and keeps a cautious eye to the horizon and an ear to the winds for pending dangers that may come to hurt her or her beloved.
Each day brings a story yet to unfold before her eyes, that Travan and her will experience together, writing the lines which will one day fall into lore and legend.
Lia stands on top of a small mound of ice in the Ice Planes. Snow is falling all around her and lands on her hair and little, button nose. Her cheeks are pink from the cold but she does not feel it. Her hand grips tightly around a new acquired shortbow that is quite lethal and accurate when the arrow strikes true. The Salamanders are dead for the time being which gives her reprieve to reflect on all that had transpired.....
....She has met many in her explorations. Milan, Sturm, Vanya, Breven, Raymond.....all stand out in her mind. Solid fighters and spellcasters, excellent companions of trade and loyal when traveling together to keep everyone safe and on their feet....
A lone Salamander creeps from behind a shard of ice. Lia grins a sly grin. "Not this time" She thinks. With practiced aim and steady hands her bow releases a single arrow to the heart.
Yes, indeed they are getting stronger.......
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It is a rather quiet evening in The Cage and even quieter in The Hall Of Records. Tucked away, between endless rows of over sized bookshelves, a female form sits on the floor with scattered volumes of literature taking up audience all around her.
At a quick glance, one could mistake her for a young girl, with golden-blond hair, delicate soft features, and big warm brown eyes. Yes, at a glance, she appears to be a innocent package of rare beauty and charm. It is only through those eyes, that if someone chose to linger a bit longer, would see the age of a century, passing before them, like pages from a storybook.
It is late and Lia is growing tired, but it is a pleasant tired. She has spent the better part of the day now stretching into the night, searching for something in the library; a gift of sorts, that she hopes to give to her love when the time is right.
A little, dimpled smile plays upon her lips as her thoughts turn to Travan. Travan Aranis, the light of her life, the one who touches her soul. She could not be happier, for he brings to her his gifts of laughter and sincerity, tempered with the wisdom and masculine grace of an Elf, who even after all these years, still manages to surprise her with his thoughtfulness and sheer love of life.
Maybe it is his rich, auburn hair she is drawn to. As a moth is drawn to flame, she can not contain herself for wanting to twirl it around her fingers and nuzzle her nose close to him, just to inhale his scent. Perhaps it is his inner strength, that he is still learning and discovering about himself, how strong he really is and what he is truly capable of doing, that gives her butterflies in her stomach whenever he is near. She wonders if he knows how much she admires him and his dedication, that when he sets his mind to a task, it is his stead-fast determination, that takes her breath away.
Lia giggles out loud to herself now, and it bounces off the marble walls of the Hall, like bell chimes in a Temple. Slowly she stands from the floor and straightens up the literary mess she had made on the carpet, returning each book to its resting place.
A frown plays upon her flawless honey-colored skin as she realizes that she is no closer to accomplishing her task of finding a proper gift for her love, than she was when she started. Ah, but no matter, it will present itself to her when the time is right. It always has and it always will continue to be. For she knows that the universe always gives her what she needs when she is ready to receive it.
Her boots echo off of the tile as she makes her way to the door, already placing hand to hilt, as her demeanor changes in a blink of eye, now focused on the hunting ahead of her, that will carry her through the night.....
....Who knows? Maybe deep within the Plane of Ice she will find her treasure, even if she has to chip it out of its frozen tomb herself.
"Soon." She thinks to herself, "Soon, my love, soon"
At a quick glance, one could mistake her for a young girl, with golden-blond hair, delicate soft features, and big warm brown eyes. Yes, at a glance, she appears to be a innocent package of rare beauty and charm. It is only through those eyes, that if someone chose to linger a bit longer, would see the age of a century, passing before them, like pages from a storybook.
It is late and Lia is growing tired, but it is a pleasant tired. She has spent the better part of the day now stretching into the night, searching for something in the library; a gift of sorts, that she hopes to give to her love when the time is right.
A little, dimpled smile plays upon her lips as her thoughts turn to Travan. Travan Aranis, the light of her life, the one who touches her soul. She could not be happier, for he brings to her his gifts of laughter and sincerity, tempered with the wisdom and masculine grace of an Elf, who even after all these years, still manages to surprise her with his thoughtfulness and sheer love of life.
Maybe it is his rich, auburn hair she is drawn to. As a moth is drawn to flame, she can not contain herself for wanting to twirl it around her fingers and nuzzle her nose close to him, just to inhale his scent. Perhaps it is his inner strength, that he is still learning and discovering about himself, how strong he really is and what he is truly capable of doing, that gives her butterflies in her stomach whenever he is near. She wonders if he knows how much she admires him and his dedication, that when he sets his mind to a task, it is his stead-fast determination, that takes her breath away.
Lia giggles out loud to herself now, and it bounces off the marble walls of the Hall, like bell chimes in a Temple. Slowly she stands from the floor and straightens up the literary mess she had made on the carpet, returning each book to its resting place.
A frown plays upon her flawless honey-colored skin as she realizes that she is no closer to accomplishing her task of finding a proper gift for her love, than she was when she started. Ah, but no matter, it will present itself to her when the time is right. It always has and it always will continue to be. For she knows that the universe always gives her what she needs when she is ready to receive it.
Her boots echo off of the tile as she makes her way to the door, already placing hand to hilt, as her demeanor changes in a blink of eye, now focused on the hunting ahead of her, that will carry her through the night.....
....Who knows? Maybe deep within the Plane of Ice she will find her treasure, even if she has to chip it out of its frozen tomb herself.
"Soon." She thinks to herself, "Soon, my love, soon"