<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: The Boy, the Exhibitionist and the Virgin</strong><br/><br/>Five times a day was good; Nys made a note of which direction she would face so that he could choose his seating appropriately for the rest of the day.  When the other elf entered he smiled a greeting, but she seemed too preoccupied to notice, so he continued with Na'ima's hair.  Her attempt to respond casually to his touch failed miserably; again entertained by her obedience and apparent internal turmoil, he leaned forward slightly so she would feel his warm breath on her neck as he worked.<br/><br/>A moment later he grinned at her shocked admission.  It had been a guess, more out of curiosity and a desire to break her demeanor than anything else.  He found himself surprisingly pleased at her innocence - he generally preferred the artful submission of a trained slave to awkward fumbling - and his merchant's brain again adjusted her price upward significantly.  Was her culture the sort where men sold off their daughters?  He would have to find a way of asking.  His father may have avoided his entreaties for a while, but now that phase of paternal negotiations was complete he was owed a gift of apology.<br/><strong><br/>"Hello, Prefect; greetings Edgar,"</strong>he said to the boy and bird, raising a curious brow at his awkward hovering.<strong>"It's nice enough, I suppose."</strong>Which was a polite way of saying the facilities were underwhelming for such a reportedly prestigious institution, but Nys wasn't unduly bothered by it.<strong>"What exactly does a prefect do?"</strong>The title implied a degree of authority, but the blond's youth and hesitation spoke otherwise.  Nys wasn't concerned by the time, and frowned at Na'ima's sudden scurry.<em><strong>"Sit back down,"</strong></em>he told her firmly, setting the brush aside and picking up a pair of carved ebony sticks from his desk,<strong>"You can't go out like that."</strong>He gave her an uncompromising look as he awaited her cooperation and prepared to quickly tie back her loose hair.<br/><br/>He nodded acknowledgement to Mel as well.<strong>"And well met to you, too, Melda.  Lovely name.  I imagine none of your ancestors have been devoured unawares by wyrms?  This is a lesson, darling,"</strong>he spoke the last to Na'ima chidingly.  Turning back to Mel, he looked her chest over appreciatively.<strong>"I'm Nys Vendatti, but call me Nys.  Everyone with sense does.  She's Na'ima.  Did you lose your wardrobe along the way?  I have a spare shirt you could borrow."  </strong>