#saliss

Portraits

a calm discussion about the benefits of starting fires and the danger of being the kindling

Saliss: "I think it's time to set aside our differences." Bird: "Not by my watch."

Erin: "Suddenly you're my older sibling." Saliss: "Well I do feel some responsibility for you, yeah."

Saliss: "Why are you going under the name Asrira Shieldscale now?" Osthia: "One name is as good as another. It's not wise to use your own name. Like you! I'll bet they don't call you Onieva!"

Saliss: "So I said to myself, "Onieva - " Chaldion: "Onieva?" Saliss: "That's what I call myself."

“This just gets worse and worse," Chalderon sighed as he skimmed Grimalkin's synopsis of his latest report covering activities at the Wandering Inn. "How can one person—one person, Saliss!—do this much damage? She's like some damned elemental force of nature!" "Erin Solstice?" Saliss just quirked an eyebrow and snorted harshly at Chalderon's nodded confirmation. "She's just happened to be in the right places—or the wrong ones, I suppose, from our perspective—for the last, oh, ten months or so. That's the official consensus from my analysts, at least. The other theory, which seems to have been gaining a broader following of late, is that she's in league with fate itself.”

Xif: "Started talking to yourself, Saliss? Saliss: "Yes, it's the only way I can be sure of intelligent conversation around here!"