<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/30/0729ac96ae5c8445f949b33dc7109eea.jpg)</div><div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7d/B8c37200a214e470b8f4201c77081530.jpg)</div><strong>Captain Ramalan Fire-Orchid (Prophet of Human Potential)</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/1YCZK28uvV0ugmN-Xfu2OMUoV6TRcCFezKKmL6pbN7K0/edit)<br/><strong>Mists of Evensong</strong>(https://docs.google.com/document/d/12HISzViu1b3S9RNTIyN2SSBjxNmSbHFaIj3x0a1kzyU/edit)<br/><br/>“Scholar and chef alike?  I see you are a man of many talents.  I imagine I have only begun to discover<em>how many</em>talents.”  Ramalan took another bite of the friend sushi and then honored the scholar by pressing his hand over his heart and giving a bow.<br/><br/>Once Khrui had returned to the kitchen, Ramalan took another piece of the fried sushi.  He pulled Mists of Evensong down in his lap and fed her the sushi from his fingers.  The concubine gave a little gasp, then a soft coo.  She sucked on her master's finger as she took the sushi fully between her lips, then savored the flavor.  “Just the way you like it, master, complicated and spicy.”<br/><br/>Ramalan laughed and guided the collared girl back to her feet.  “Just the way I like you, Mists of Evensong, submissive but sassy.”<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=287996.msg14392175#msg14392175">Quote from: HairyHeretic on 13-09-2018, 00:57:40</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/5/50/15b3a41b63432bcd1c3755c910f8be5c.jpg)</div> "Honour to you and your House," Umari gave a small smile and shook his head. "I have no fear of you hiring him away. He has other talents besides cooking that make him a valuable member of our community."<br/><br/>He took a look around at where the other newcomers were sitting and chatting, laughing and eating, then turned back to Ramalan. "You have quite a disparate crew Captain. You have been traveling together some time, yes, to have such a crew assembled? I'm sure you must have many wonderful tales to tell. Would you care to share some with us?"<br/><br/>His hand began to tap on the table, echoing the beat of the music perhaps unconsciously as he spoke.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br/>“Gracious host,” Ramalan replied with a smile, “I'll gladly regail you 'til dawn with tales of my crew and our travels, but I wish first to give proper appreciation to this music.”<br/><br/>The captain turned his full attention to the flutist—save for lifting his chopsticks to continue his dining in attentive silence.<br/><br/>He had one piece left by the time Xenovia had turned the impromptu concert into an impromptu dance recital, and it was promptly forgotten as Ramalan leaned forwards in his seat, gazing intently at the dancers—equally moved by their grace, their artistry, and their sensual beauty.<br/><br/>When at last the dance completed, and without a thought to what he was doing, Ramalan honroed them with a full seven breaths of absolute silence, contemplating the magnificence of the dance, before he rose to his feet, clapping cupped hands together and calling out, “Bravo!”