Liolya Luka's hair is soft as silk. It falls down softly to the small of her back in strands like ripples in water. A river flowing down her back to end just before her waistline. Its hue is a dark-brown that holds within it a gleaming ebony sheen.

Her ivory complexion is adorned with rosy cheeks, holding a permanent blush within their soft curve. The bridge of her nose is perfectly sculpted and smooth, while her mouth had flawlessly rounded lips. Soft, full, and a soft-pink color almost comparable to lilac blossoms.

Her emerald green eyes shine with luminous light that reflects off of them perfectly, but they are flat inside and hold no emotion. Almost as if she is hiding her feelings from the world itself.

She seems to be of ideal height, rising to about five feet and ten inches. Her slender body holds curves that perfectly compliment her figure.

When others look at her they may see within their eyes a gorgeous woman with flawless features. But inside there is a secret held, and she keeps that secret with her life.

As she walked down the courtyard many heads turned her way, most of them were men and jealous women, but Liolya Luka seemed blissfully unaware of the people staring at her with raw interest. Her sight remained looking forward as she walked along the worn out path of the courtyard before her, her thoughts only on the wear abouts of Natalie Collins.

OOC: One word, you are one heck of a writer!
wonderfull!

IC: Azador was leaning down on a tree at the courtyard, taking another break of his adventuring. With another one of his favorite Rauru apple's in his hand.
Taking a bite and tasted the sweet but a bit rough fruit.
He was looking around at the beautiful scenery but saw something even more gorgeous.
Azador nearly turned red seeing the near perfect woman.
She noted her walking around trough the courtyard.
He sighed...."she's even more beautiful then Anna".... he muttered
Azador shacked his head..."no"....
"She can't be...."
He then threw his apple away and approached her in the sun light.
"Good day" He simply said.
"Are you looking for someone?"

OOC: Thank you

IC:For a moment Liolya looked the man up and down. Her lips were slightly parted in the center, as they usually were when she was not talking. Her emerald eyes stared fiercely at him although she was not sure whether to be angered by his boldness.

She stood there searching his eyes, as if they were actually legible to her, before speaking. Her voice flowed from her lips and was almost more beautiful then imaginable.

"Actually I am." She paused, not quite sure whether or not to say more to this stranger.

*BUCKAWWK!!!* *cluck* *cluck* *cluck* *cluck* *BUCKAWWK!!!*
came the cacophony of caws piercing through the dissonant melody of the courtyard's usual clangs, rings, and din of conversation between neighbors.

The guilty fowl, a hunk of bread clutched tightly in its beak, tumbled wildly between the two adventurers, a small boy close on its heels (if you can really claim a cucco has heels per se).

Get back here you stupid bird! the boy vociferated as he brandished a desecrated sandwich at the bird.

Hurin, watch where your going! a young man cringed as the boy nearly knocked over the two travelers.

He recognized one as the man known as Azador, the warrior he fought alongside not too long ago against the Exile. But as his eyes fell upon the one Azador was talking to, he realized the other face was new.

I apologize for my brother's carelessness; he can get a bit... overenthused at times.

The expression of mild embarrassment quickly dissolved into a smile of unassuming amiability as he turned to address the new face.

I don't believe we've met before; my name is Lyos Svara. he said with an extended hand.

Liolya gently took his extended hand as if it was dangerous. "My name is Liolya Luka." she said in a slow and steady voice. "It’s a pleasure to meet you." she added politely, as she gently lowered her hand to rest back at her side.

She kept her face steady and concealed as she debated whether or not to simply ask about Natalie, it could make her search come to a close much quicker. Then again she never was the type to accept help, only distribute it.

"I'm looking for a girl named Natalie Collins, have either of you heard of her?" she asked hesitantly.

Likewise Ms. Luka came the response as the hands were unclasped.

Lyos noticed the hesitation in both her hand and voice. Whether she was worried that he was going attack or hit on her he couldn't tell, but there was the definite feel of nervousness in the air. And why wouldn't she. After all, as we just recently experienced not too long ago, meeting new people is an awkward and unsure business to begin with; and a woman with her particular... giftedness... would have every right to be cautious when approached by two strange men. Not to mention nearly getting steamrollered by a frenzied thieving chicken...

Hearing her question, the name echoed through the vast corridors of his memory; not landing here nor there, just merely... floating.

Hmm... Natalie Collins. he searched aloud. I'm sorry but I don't believe I have heard of anyone by that name. But I'll be sure mention you to her should I ever meet such a person. Do you have a physical description so I could be on the look out?

Suddenly a loud squawk cut off Liolya prospective response followed closely Hurin's jeering laughter.

HAH! Take that you stupid bird! I'll teach you to take stuff that's not yours.

Hurin! Would you stop messing with that cucco already and give it a rest! Lyos turned back to Liolya looking slightly flushed and very apologetic. I'm sorry Ms. Luka but it appears I will have to do a little damage management. It really was a pleasure to meet you and good luck with locating Ms. Collins. he said with as nonthreatening a smile as possible as he turned to chase down his brother.

A raven with black feathers, gleaming with an ebony-sheen flew high overhead. The soft clouds made him oh-so visible as he glided effortlessly around their cottony appearances. A single feather, breaking off the raven's body, circled through the air.

Circling with the wind, the feather ran with the whispers of each small gale as it sent the feather further away from the raven. The feather glided effortlessly over a desert hot with blistering sands, an ocean cool with salty brine.

Through twilight and dusk, days of moisture days of heat, the feather traveled far. Sometimes it went by land, or stopped for a rest, dripping with heavy moisture, other times it flew through the air; care-free and proud.

Mist enveloped the feather, weighing it down slowly. The process was grueling, but eventually the mist cleared, easing its journey. Dried out, it now blew fast with the push of the wind, but soon...

Fingers zipped through the air, cold with morning dew, and the feather was held tight in their grasp, suffocating.

Through a wooden mask painted with hues of red, blue, and violet stared two eyes at the feather. Thin leering eyes were carved within the mask, beneath which a large impish grin remained permanently plastered, although beneath the wooden mask none could tell the mask-wearer's emotions.

The figures grasp was released as they tossed the feather into the air. Looking at the sky above them with such a yearning.

Ah, the clouds were so beautiful. Simply divine. How could you look upon thier innocent appearances with anything but admiration. The way they strolled elegantly across the omnipresent expanse of blue that lie above us, carefree as the wind pushes them ever-so-gently.

But there was another matter, the wind. It would caress your shoulders with such gentleness, and yet it could rip houses from their foundations with such violence. Truly that was indeed one of natures finest works of art. With such power and yet such a soft touch.

Eh, I wonder how anyone can not fall in love with the sky. Kituro lowered herself to a laying position out in the center of the field she was in. The castles figure looming above her was interesting, compelling, and she felt the sudden need to enter. To look upon the buildings and the residents of the Kingdom. To ponder what they could be thinking, who they were.

Heaving herself from her position she strutted to the entrance, her mask turned to either side as she watched two guards pass around her while she entered. Who were they outside of thier armor?

Kituro entered the town square and noticed a boy chasing a cucco through the courtyard, almost running into a woman. Kituro looked at the woman's eyes from beneath her mask, pondering what she could see within them. Was she looking for someone? She seemed as if she had lost something that needed to be found, there was a certain air about her, once again Kituro felt compelled to go against her usual daily routines. She approached the woman as a man, who was clearly accompanying the boy, greeted her.

"I'm looking for a girl named Natalie Collins, have either of you heard of her?"

Kituro heard the woman's voice confirm her suspicions, and watch as the woman seemed to hesitate with her every movement. She still had that air about her, Kituro like invisible strings were pulling her to greet this newcomer. Despite her feelings she managed to stay back for a while longer.

She smiled lightly under her concealment, the boy Hurin was now scolding the chicken. And she had to hold back laughter as she heard him cry out.

"HAH! Take that you stupid bird! I'll teach you to take stuff that's not yours."

Suddenly her previous mood seemed to drift away, and she felt optimistic. Kituro strode over to where the man and woman were discussing the missing person.
She cocked her head to the side, forgetting she was wearing the mask, which always seemed to give people odd reactions, and greeted the girl herself.

"Hello." Kituro said quietly, bowing. Waiting patiently for a reply.