<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/564x/c4/a2/eb/c4a2eb3622a5fd5f4149b8e094a22fa3.jpg)</div><strong>Name: </strong>Danae Vine-Lott<br/><strong>Location: </strong>The Charlotte, Deck<br/><strong>Wearing: </strong>White cotton jodhpurs, loose grey muslin riding shirt with collar open and sleeves rolled up, barefoot<br/><strong>Content: </strong>Descending into suspicion<br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Jacqueline, Hannah, Eloise, Camille<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"Spirit of the wine indeed!" Danae shot Hannah a sidelong glance. She had a sense of creeping irritation with the cryptic, inane pronouncements of her fellow passengers. "She should drink no more than she can bear."  Drunkenness and idleness were to be deprecated.<br/><br/>There was a pounding beginning between her ears and she could not be certain whether it was a migraine brought about by the stifling air, or something altogether more sinister.  There was a sea of chattering voices, and they all seemed to echo on different frequencies, unleashing a cacophony around her. "Quiet down!"  She motioned to the gaggle of lady passengers, "Chattering of superstition when you know not the first thing about witchery. Surely it is not a topic of polite conversation in your parlours, but there is malevolence abroad in all lands, and it preys of ignorance and willing blindness."<br/><br/>Grey eyes darted on Eloise, very coquettish with her tightly cured chestnut locks, but suspicious nonetheless.  Had she not been escorted by Aloisa? Why did she seem to be parsing her fellow passengers?  Did her predilections run to soldiers, guardswomen and their ilk?  Ah, there were plenty such girls onshore and in Mordentshire alehouses and inns, but it was rare for women of breeding to be so overt. And, Danae thought, well-bred women were altogether too inhibited, though Dementlieuse ladies, she imagined, were more permissive than Mordentish high society would bear.  Though her longing stirred, and it had been days since she had last sated her needs, she felt an irresistible compulsion to remain on guard.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">perception check</div><div class="spoiler_body">At 2019-07-10 22:25:58, MdG (uid: 41210) rolls: 1d20m3 Result: 15 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=137895)</div></div><br/><br/>"Lady Jacqueline, to ride into the mists is one thing.  One has the comfort of knowing the land, and the strength and cohesion of one's unit. Here on the sea you need mariners, not riders. The waters are dark, and trackless. But yes, if there be anything out there, I would fetch my carbine and rapier and pray that it may be vanquished by mundane arms.  There is little to be gained by this moongazing.  What business do we have up on deck in the dead of night?"