| A soft lilting voice echoed off the wind in its sweet and ethereal manner, filling the moon-bathed glade with its haunting yet mystical tune. There, frolicking amongst the glittering rays of light cast forth from the glowing moon above danced the graceful figure. Free from the burden of clothing, pearly beads of sweat glistened her ebon writhing and swaying body, enhancing how breath-taking she truly appeared to be. At first she appeared wraith-like with her metallic, knee-length silver tresses fluttering magically in the night sky and around her willowy form. In her solitary dance, one hand flowed upwards in a smooth yet graceful arc, twirling her body about in wild abandonment as more droplets rained forth from her body. Warm gray eyes peeked through the veil of ivory lashes towards the pulsing orb, listening intently to the melancholy song of her Dark Maiden, Eilistraee as she paid homage the best she could. No other god or goddess for that matter could steal this one's intense devotion, singing praise in her soft and melodious voice. "Gi t'puuli drathir, ussta lil'alure ulu l'numl m'sig L'Olath Wenress." Only Eilistraee knew of her mark on this beautiful drowess, the sign was there on the woman's bared left breast. An image of a long bastard sword silhouetted by a disc with filaments of Eilistraee's hair wrapping snugly around all in a nimbus, done expertly in silver by another of the order. The image of the sword of her tattoo matched the moonblade resting comfortably on the pile of her clothing, within easy reach in case it was needed. |