Lawrna

Lelien stares at the grave. Her mind blank, the first time in a decade.

She blinks a few times. Her expression blank, as usual.

Turn and leave, all she could do before she entered her library room and sat on the bed,

To cry.

 

General Weaver and his troops remain on standby,

ready to support the newly appointed Justicair.

The Justicair is not a dictator by any means

Weaver gon' cut anyone who disagrees.

 

Lelien coughs a few times before scuttling off to her library.

A cheer can be heard from somewhere in the tomb, along with the clink of a pickaxe against stone.

Lelien would cry if she weren't a mean and emotionless High Elf.

((*hugs*))

Lelien sighs deeply.

"A shame I cannot come."

((Such stooped times!))

LELIEN SIGHS.

Lelien shakes her head along with Seth as she reads the note.

"Silly, huh?"

Lelien grumbles at the poster.

"As if women are wares.

Men have no class. Not even -trying- to find a suitable mate in the correct manner.

What happened to poetry and courting?!

All there is now is posters."

The young elfess scoffs before strutting off.

Lelien grumbles as nothing as been said to her about this whole silliness.

Grumble grumble grumble.

Magic License + Teaching License

Name: Lelien Lazul

Age: 66

Race: Mali'aheral

Registered magics: Electrical Evocation, Sensory Illusion, Household Magic

Offenses: None.

Current Students: Jean Havock (Electrical Evocation)

Signature: Talonni'Lazul

Lelien grumbles loudly after hearing that her underaged niece is scantilyclad to be seen by the whole of Anthos in a silly magazine.

Lelien chuckles to herself.

"It seems to seeds are looking for eachother. Perhaps they will become trees when they grow up."

Lelien would love to come.

((If it were ... not in the middle of the night for me on a weekday))

Once Caelria descends further into the Tomb, music echoes up.

In the main room where supplies and tools are strewn about, 3 High Elves stand in a row.

All of them are wearing a... sombrero. These High Elves are Lelien, Delonna and Lucion.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=klVe7_2UEQ8

((Picture coming soon))

Lelien stares at the poster with a furrowed brow.

She continues on doing so, shifting her weight from foot to foot every so often.

"The ice... what? What is that word even? Ivae?"

Become a High Elf and be snooty with the rest of us in our hole.

Lelien cries as there is no library because Kalameet didn't give her one even when he promised to do so.

Lelien is dancing to the rhumba in the Tomb with Lucion.

There is no time for telling others of the party place!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=OGpvc5QSSXs

Lelien bursts out from the Tomb wearing a small party hat.
She points at Ceru'berr.

"Join the science, llir. The science, art and fun!"

The door is left open for Ceru'berr to enter.

Sofisticated, classical, and pompous music echoes out until the door is closed by Ceru'berr.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_K8G4eAXC88

Lelien just kinda sighs.

"Mali..."

The door of the tomb opens, two High Elves enter: Delonna and Lelien Aeléyèlsa.

Lelien peers around at the decorated walls, a slight smile plays on her lips.

"It feels like home again."

What is happening in Lelien's thrilling life as a slave?

THIS!

Lelien kinda sits in the dungeon.

Yes, she does look that fabulous.

Lelien recieves said letter and she sighs.

She shows it to the rest of the council of the Conclave and they all sigh.

SIGH.

A post is posted on the post that was not posted by the Conclave. (postpostpost)

"Dear citizens of L(a)enniel,

No, we do not want to take over your town.

Please, do not believe signs that are simply placed there by random people who are clearly trying to start a riot.

If we wanted to take over your tree town, we would tell the leaders in person.

Kind regards,
Council of the Conclave of Malin"

Lelien simply sighs.

Afterwards she mutters under her breath. "Damned snelves."