Arial Meadowbloom

Arial starts to stand on the tips of her toes, giving the impression that she is excited, almost eager to go along with this meeting. However, her face is still hidden with her hood, thus her expression is not seen. "I shall follow when lead," she nods, moving to stand near to Kayrin, ready to follow him and Dranan into the Meeting room.

Arial stands at a slight distance, however between Kayrin and the rest of his followers. She nods at the order of Dranan's words, and takes a step to the side. "I will.. stay out here, then?"

Arial's dress seems altered now, however professionally done. She now wears a large hood, her face lost in shadows, and her skin completely covered with either gloves or her dress. Even so, her voice is still the same calm, friendly and curious tone. She stands near Kayrin and does not meet his eyes when she is spoke to, even if he would not be able to see her eyes anyway. She sways slightly as he looks back to his papers. Arial sighs faintly, "I will attend this meeting if you so wish, Kayrin... I do, however, want Brae to stay neutral still, least there be war because of the change of leader in Adunia. Though.. if an answer is requested, an answer shall be received. At the time of the meeting, of course." She looks towards his papers for a moment. "To the Aspects and the Three I pray there is no blood shed," she adds in agreement.

((MC name: ArianaTheGreat)) Signature: -- No vote is cast, but a note is written on the line where signatures should be, in plain and simple Common. "The House and Family of Brae is staying neutral on the subject of this vote. Signed, Chieftess of Brae, Arial." Underneath is a grouping of irregular, indecipherable symbols, written like calligraphy.

A crisp, clean paper is hung on the fronts of city gates all around Anthos. There are a few teardrops on each page, yet the writing is simple and certain, the words sounding soft in your mind. There is a white flower near every posting of this paper and who ever posted the page was not seen. 15th of The Amber Cold, 1452. Older than his years, a soul brought to the physical realm in Aegis, he has finally, truly passed on to the next life. He reached the minds of many gentlemen and the hearts of many women unlike anyone else. His kindness was open to everyone of all races and his protection was uncomparable to even Oren's armies. His aura illuminated a room with the happiness that only family can bring and his fatherly tones calmed the most unstable of people. He did great for not only his nation, but every land he stood on- Aegis, Kalos, Asulon, Elysium, Anthos. Everyone everywhere knew his name- whether in spite or in pride- and knew of his priceless worth- and his name shall remain in books, even if it is ever uttered again. His eyes could see beyond looks, beyond titles, beyond stature, and his will could do more than a hundred hands on a settlement. His ideas were larger than life, and his life was greater than any King or Lord. His faith served him well in the end, blessing him with a worthy death and a peaceful ending. His family carries his name and his stories, his memories and memories of him, to be passed down for the years to come. May he be at peace from now until forever. May he be remembered in our minds and live on in our hearts. May Morighaen welcome him with open arms. ~*~ Hanrahan Brae ~*~

Arial sways idly, standing quietly next to Kaydrin. She watches everyone with curiosity, some fabric with the colors of Brae on her bag. She stays just as silent as Kaydrin, but still very interested in the idle conversation of the Adunians.

~~OOC Information~~ Minecraft Name: ArianaTheGreat Skype (optional): -- Time zone: -- Have you ever been banned? If so, why? No, I have not been banned. ~~Roleplay~~ *The answers to this paper seem to be written by the same person as Aedan's application.* Name: Arial Meadowbloom-Brae Age: 188 Race: (High) Elf Gender: Female Profession: Mother, Medic, Dedicant, poet, Adunian Chieftess, Innkeeper. Choose a class -Regalty: -Archonship: -Citizenship: --

Arial's eyes widen instantly at Dain's whisper and her face goes a little pale, her eyes misting over. Her aura drops dramatically and she looks to the exit of the Moot room, clearly debating whether or not to leave. Eventually she frowns deeply and clenches her right hand before moodily sitting in the corner, away from both Dain's chair and everyone else as she hides her face in her hair and stays completely silent. Cerri'onn crawls closer to Arial but keeps a distance; he looks affected by her sudden change in attitude but is now just a confused baby playing with a Druid's Dedicant's staff on the leafy floor of the Moot room.

"Oh.." she says quietly, nodding a little. "Pardon me, I have met them at least twice, and I am still a Dedicant... I thought they constantly did that. Otherwise... Never mind, I will let you Druids speak about it, never mind..." She smiles faintly and puts Cerri back on the ground and moves out of the shadows, sitting down to play with her stick child again.

"I do not know exactly how this would work.. But it there no way to speak to the Aspects themselves?... Perhaps you all might think this is wrong, but what if the Aspects approve? Surely if they did not agree they would have taken away his blessing already?..."

"Then.. Perhaps.. report him to.. the Nations.. and have this handled in a.. civil way?" she says in a small voice, staying hidden in the shadows.. However Cerri'onn's giggles can be heard and his stick hands and feet can be seen occasionally, clearly as though he is playing.

Arial's eyes widen slightly and she grows silent, hugging Cerri'onn close and shuffling to sit back in the shadows near Dain's chair.

Arial's eyes widen but she shakes her head, "No, this voice did not have a body... It just came from... Where ever Cernunnos and Cerridwen are.. And I do not know, Beth, I was just told to talk about Cerri'onn.. I do not know if Dain has any more topics planned."

Arial frowns a little at Dain's flinch and realises he's blind before turning back to Alirya. "...I cannot read, pardon me."

Arial catches the note and opens it, her ears wilting a little as she sees the words. She looks uncertainly at Dain, tapping his shoulder, clearly wanting him to read it to her. The child slowly falls asleep in Arial's arms, a carrot in his hand.

Arial nods again and brings the child into her arms, rocking back and forth, clearly attempting to put him to sleep. "I agree.. Talking to the other nations might be helpful. Perhaps they know more?" She pauses before looking back to Beth with complete seriousness. "Yes, I am sure it was Cerridwen. The voice came from the sky and could not have possibly been from a mortal being."

Arial looks up from the child and towards Elorna. "Cerridwen told me herself.. I know the voice because I met her once, and even Dain said it was her.. Cerri'onn here came from a flower, too- what kind of regular child comes from a flower? Surely only a Demi-Aspect.. perhaps even another Aspect only? And he also eats anything natural..." Arial hands Cerri'onn a bit of fluff from a flower. Cerri takes it and eats it just like everything else, with a wide grin on his face.

"...Cerridwen had a child and asked me to watch over him," she smiles, handing the child another carrot. "He eats almost anything natural..."

Arial blinks for a moment, adjusting to the light as she steps out of the shadowy area she was in. She kneels besides the child and sits him upright. He looks around at all the Druids with a childish grin. "I present to you, Druids and Aspirants.. Cerri'onn, Cerridwen's son- my new adopted son at the request of the Aspect herself. Any questions?"

"I went to see it once.. and heard.. voices.. They did not sound exactly peaceful." The stick child squirms around like an infant, eating all of the seeds around him and swinging Arial's staff playfully.

"So.. Next topic, then?" she squeaks and inches out of the shadows.

Arial's eyes widen a little and she squeals, nodding quickly. She steps back to be hidden by some shadows of Dain's chair. Meanwhile, the stick child continues to play happily on the ground, making nonsense words.

She raises an eyebrow and looks at Milo. "I erm.. beg your pardon.. but ehm.. I would prefer.. if you.. did not.." She looks nervously from Dain to Milo.

"Waiting.. for people.." she catches her breath, reaching up and putting her stick-child on the ground. He looks around at everyone with wide and innocent eyes. Arial hands him a handful of seeds and a carrot, which he starts to eat, her Druidic staff now sitting in front of him. "We still need to wait for Leyun.." She leans a little on Dain's chair, slightly tired, before standing up straight again and looking attentively around. "And Milo would be a fine Elder Druid.. Though now that.. Callax is.. resting in peace, only you will watch my Dedicancy, Dain?"