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<blockquote data-quote="Shayuri" data-source="post: 7325520" data-attributes="member: 4936"><p>A crowd was moving through the city of Alessia. At its center was Aranel. She was followed by this sort of cometary halo; gawkers fascinated by this strange and beautiful creature, but who dared not get too close. For her part, Aranel did nothing to encourage nor discourage them. She was quite used to this.</p><p></p><p>[sblock=Aranel][ATTACH]93174[/ATTACH][/sblock]</p><p></p><p>There was a time, perhaps, when the idea of attracting this much attention would have mortified her. The changes wrought at the great wyrm's bones had been more than skin deep. Even as that which was elf or human in her smiled at their antics, another inner voice was puffed up and regarded their 'adulation' as only natural. It had taken Aranel time to come to terms with the fact that this 'other' voice was still herself, not some ancient alien presence. She had changed, and was as much dragon as she'd ever been an elf, or a human. What that meant...well...she was still working on that even now.</p><p></p><p>Aranel was tall for a woman, the scaled scalp of her head six and a half feet off the ground. With the extra height of the delicate horns curving up away from her temples, perhaps seven feet. Of all Aranel's features, her face was perhaps the least changed. She'd always been pretty; her face showing the best of her elven and human heritage...but now her eyes were bright yellow with their sclera tinted red. Her skin was an iridescent shade of red as well, but when the light caught those tiny, almost invisible scales she shone like gold. From head to foot she was garbed in finery, from the silk cloak embroidered with draconic runes in gold around the trim that fluttered behind her in waves of violet and gold, to the soft hide boots she'd had custom fitted for herself, that had gold filigree worked into the black leather. Jewelry hung about her, gold earrings, silver rings, a tiara or headband of breathtakingly worked gold and platinum strands all interwoven with a sapphire mounted at her forehead, bracelets and anklets...as if she'd walked out of a cave wearing a dragon's hoard. And under her loose tabard of deep blue was her armor; chainmail so thin and fitted that it seemed to be almost painted onto her, shining a similar shade of red and gold as her own skin, with a protective cuirass that hugged her curves nearly as tightly as the mail itself and pauldrons of molded metal adorned with claw-like spikes.</p><p></p><p>Yes, she was used to making a scene.</p><p></p><p>Aranel paused on entering the town to get her bearings, then headed south. Goliath was said to be at the aqueduct there. However, she paused on her way upon encountering a small knot of individuals nearly as outlandish as herself.</p><p></p><p>Her welcoming smile as she moved out of the cloud of onlookers was as fiercely, overpoweringly warm as the desert sun at noon.</p><p><strong></strong></p><p><strong>"You must be here for Goliath as well,"</strong> she surmised. <strong>"I'm glad. The situation here is dire, and we will all be glad of allies before it's done."</strong></p><p></p><p><strong>"I am Aranel Amandine, from Ra'haria Laman, though I represent a broader coalition of elven communities who wish to extend their support to Alessia in this troubled time.</strong> The draconic woman hesitated, then added, <strong>"I realize the troubled history of Alessia and my people. It's why I came alone. We felt that a full contingent of foreign elves all arriving at once could be...misconstrued. And of course, my elvish heritage is not the first thing people tend to notice when seeing me."</strong> She smiled again.</p></blockquote><p></p>
[QUOTE="Shayuri, post: 7325520, member: 4936"] A crowd was moving through the city of Alessia. At its center was Aranel. She was followed by this sort of cometary halo; gawkers fascinated by this strange and beautiful creature, but who dared not get too close. For her part, Aranel did nothing to encourage nor discourage them. She was quite used to this. [sblock=Aranel][ATTACH=CONFIG]93174._xfImport[/ATTACH][/sblock] There was a time, perhaps, when the idea of attracting this much attention would have mortified her. The changes wrought at the great wyrm's bones had been more than skin deep. Even as that which was elf or human in her smiled at their antics, another inner voice was puffed up and regarded their 'adulation' as only natural. It had taken Aranel time to come to terms with the fact that this 'other' voice was still herself, not some ancient alien presence. She had changed, and was as much dragon as she'd ever been an elf, or a human. What that meant...well...she was still working on that even now. Aranel was tall for a woman, the scaled scalp of her head six and a half feet off the ground. With the extra height of the delicate horns curving up away from her temples, perhaps seven feet. Of all Aranel's features, her face was perhaps the least changed. She'd always been pretty; her face showing the best of her elven and human heritage...but now her eyes were bright yellow with their sclera tinted red. Her skin was an iridescent shade of red as well, but when the light caught those tiny, almost invisible scales she shone like gold. From head to foot she was garbed in finery, from the silk cloak embroidered with draconic runes in gold around the trim that fluttered behind her in waves of violet and gold, to the soft hide boots she'd had custom fitted for herself, that had gold filigree worked into the black leather. Jewelry hung about her, gold earrings, silver rings, a tiara or headband of breathtakingly worked gold and platinum strands all interwoven with a sapphire mounted at her forehead, bracelets and anklets...as if she'd walked out of a cave wearing a dragon's hoard. And under her loose tabard of deep blue was her armor; chainmail so thin and fitted that it seemed to be almost painted onto her, shining a similar shade of red and gold as her own skin, with a protective cuirass that hugged her curves nearly as tightly as the mail itself and pauldrons of molded metal adorned with claw-like spikes. Yes, she was used to making a scene. Aranel paused on entering the town to get her bearings, then headed south. Goliath was said to be at the aqueduct there. However, she paused on her way upon encountering a small knot of individuals nearly as outlandish as herself. Her welcoming smile as she moved out of the cloud of onlookers was as fiercely, overpoweringly warm as the desert sun at noon. [B] "You must be here for Goliath as well,"[/B] she surmised. [B]"I'm glad. The situation here is dire, and we will all be glad of allies before it's done."[/B] [B]"I am Aranel Amandine, from Ra'haria Laman, though I represent a broader coalition of elven communities who wish to extend their support to Alessia in this troubled time.[/B] The draconic woman hesitated, then added, [B]"I realize the troubled history of Alessia and my people. It's why I came alone. We felt that a full contingent of foreign elves all arriving at once could be...misconstrued. And of course, my elvish heritage is not the first thing people tend to notice when seeing me."[/B] She smiled again. [/QUOTE]
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