<div class="floatleft">(http://i247.photobucket.com/albums/gg142/ElectricBadger/689692f3-16d0-4737-b1e8-8fd6cf2ee976_zpsfe857379.jpg)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Nys Vendatti</span><br/><strong>Location: Dorm <br/>Tagging: Na'ima</strong><br/><br/>Nys broke into a wide grin, his eyes glinting with pleasure as he released a polite laugh.  This one bit back, and far from being offended the barbs raised her significantly in his opinion.  It didn't hurt, of course, that she was simultaneously so delightfully obedient.  Nys leaned forward, propping his head on one hand and admiring her form as she moved about.  Humans were always so interesting to watch.<strong>"I didn't say no one would remember you, little Na'ima, just that they wouldn't call you that.  Can you imagine the sort of trouble?  'Na'ima Rabdalrashda bintomar ibincald alfulan, there's a dragon behind you!'  You'd be quite gobbled up by the time we got to the important bit, which would be rather a shame."</strong><br/><br/>He rose as Na'ima finished with her basket of soaps, stepping over to gesture at it curiously.<strong>"May I?"</strong>He was no stranger to washing, being fairly fastidious himself, but he found it interesting that of the all the things to occupy one's immediate attention in a new place she turned to soap.  Besides, a simple inhalation would tell a story; the sort of land she was from that would grow such herbs, her affluence based on their rarity and preparation, and maybe even something of her mindset.  And, of course, he just enjoyed nice smells.<strong> "Oh,"</strong>he waved a hand in negation as she lowered herself to the mat,<strong>"how very kind of you, but there's really no need to kneel."</strong>He pitched it perfectly, the blithe haughtiness of a privileged noble brat, enough to raise her ire - and winked playfully just it did so.  Two, of course, could play the game of barbs.<br/><br/><strong>"You may certainly call me elf.  Is that enough?  I haven't seen any others, but like tends to overlook like.  Doubtless you haven't noticed a single pretty brunette.  I'm Nys Vendatti, Nys to...well, everyone, really, unless you prefer some title of address - oh, you <em>do</em> seem biased against brevity.  Let me rummage around and come up with something pompous sounding.  Ah!  I think I'm the Right Honorable Lord Seneschal of the Third House of the Golden Blooming Iris.  If there's a hungry dragon about, I suppose you'll just have to scream and point or something.  Of course, I don't have <em>quite</em> the hubris to compare my name to an invocation which bends the primordial energy of chaos and creation to mortal will, so you can forget anything you like and I won't judge you."  </strong><br/><br/>He gave the girl another playful smile.<strong>"Shall I let you pray now?  We can discuss your issues with men afterwards."  </strong>