Leilanie
| Leilanie Meridar | |
|---|---|
| Status | Active |
| Race | Elf |
| Gender | Female |
| Guild | Empath |
| Instance | Prime |
| Relatives | Aylay |
Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ "Just when the caterpillar thought the world was over... It became a butterfly" Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ
Description
You see Healer Leilanie Meridar, Hodierna's Hand of Elanthia, an Elf.
Leilanie has a sweet oval face with rosy cheeks, pointed ears, gold-flecked ale-brown eyes and a classical nose. Her honey hair is long and curly, and is worn in an intricate braid threaded with an ornate silversteel chain twined with pale mistglass Elamiri roses and allowed to fall over one shoulder. She has porcelain skin and a curvaceous figure.
She is average height for an Elf.
She appears to be young.
She is wearing a shiny Elven silver chain suspending a colorful mountain agate carnation, a beautifully draped Elven wool cloak edged with delicately crafted cream-colored horses, a simple ivory silk corset embroidered with pale blue flowers, a bronze unicorn ring, a tyrium suitor's token ring with a violet aeschelich showcased by a scaled design, a full brown skirt with a wide leather belt and some brown suede riding boots.
Daydream
Sitting quietly in the meadow making daisy chains, the protection of her mother never too far off, her ale-colored eyes glinting in the sun and daydreams nestled in her honey curls, she was at peace. Her body had known physical pain while her heart remained unscathed, her healing hands now busy with the task of looping the stems of the dainty flowers together, creating a simple crown. Tying off the ends, she placed the finish product on her lap and leaned back, absorbing the warmth of the day. Her eyelids grew heavy, her eyelashes taking a moment to rest upon her cheeks, she dreamt…
He was a strong man. Golden locks softening the obvious strength of his square set jaw, while deep blue eyes like a crystal clear oasis, were piercingly focused at the task before him. Scars traced across the tanned desert of his skin, trophies of battles survived. Gently she placed her hand on his arm, closing her gold-flecked eyes she focused her will to ease his pain, bracing herself while stretching her senses along the link with this warrior. She slowly lost the boundary between him and her, until she felt his body as if it were her own. Her empathic senses stretched out, forming a link so intense that her breathing slowed almost to a stop. Abruptly, the boundary between her and her wounded patient dissolves completely, and for a few dizzying moments they seemed to have occupied the same flesh. As she concentrated, drawing their shared pain and suffering towards herself, attempting to imbue him with her holistic well being. After a blurred moment, the link broke, her nerves singing with pain as his wounds became her own. He smiled at her and nodded his head slightly in gratitude, he muttered thanks and slipped a handful of gold coins into her hand. She glanced down at the shiny coins in her hand and then looked up to protest the tip, only to find him gone. She scanned the area for the man with the crystal blue eyes, "Leilanie..." she heard her named called in the distance. A hand placed on her shoulder, she went to turn her head in hopes to meet those eyes again...only to be awakened...
"Lei-Lei, it's time to go inside now." Her mother's hand on her shoulder, shook her slightly. It took a moment for her to overcome her disorientation and to remember where she was. Sleepily she nodded, stood up, dusted off bits of grass from pale yellow sundress, and headed in. Images of the Barbarian foggily dancing in her head.
Artists' Work
The paper is painted with: A quickly penned sketch of a young woman, her elven braid revealing pointed ears before her hair cascades down the back of her bodice in long curls. She stands with pride, her curvaceous figure adorned in a simple elven attire is worn like a uniform beneath her metal armor. Amongst the numerous pieces of jewelry that she wears, one in particular stands out, a button that reads Beautician "On-duty". -Drawn by Xixist
The paper is painted with: The entire page is covered in a riot of fabulous colors, the scene depicted one of fantastical merriment overloaded with glitter. A honey haired Elven maiden sits astride a sparkling snow white unicorn, the gentle steed standing within a lush garden dominated by flowering rose bushes in a variety of twinkling pastel hues. Butterflies flit happily around the page, the bright insects perched on slender leaves or captured sipping nectar from the glittery blooms. Smiling brightly, the Elf's warm ale-brown eyes shine with flecks of real gold as she gazes at the tiny butterfly resting in the cupped palms of her hands. Scrawled beneath the scene is the title: Leilanie, A Gentle Heart Soaring On Gossamer Wings. Signed below is Sesi Hart's signature dotted with a tiny heart.
The paper is painted with: A peaceful meadow holds the colors of early spring, tufts of pale green peek out from the dried grasses that winter snows once crushed. Near the center, a leafless butterfly bush stands, laden with gold-tinted cocoons. Seated beside it, a fair-skinned Elven woman with braided honey-hued hair sits with one hand just below a newly burst chrysalis. A gown of ebony-trimmed azure duchess satin drapes around her like the tucked wings of a butterfly, providing a perfect backdrop for the intricately enameled wings on her platinum necklace. On the branch, the fragile insect has just opened its violet-tinted wings to the sun's caress. A line of script along the bottom of the page reds, Leilanie offers her healing hand to a new friend. Along the bottom of the paper, you notice, Author: Vaniotte