<div class="floatright">(http://www.vixenrose.com/hosting/files/253/stuff%20for%20rp/wiz.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 12pt;">Na'ima Rabd-Al-Rashida bint Omar ibn Khalid al-Fulan</span>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=590302)<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Dorm<br/><strong>Tagged:</strong>the Right Honorable Lord Seneschal of the Third House of the Golden Blooming Iris<br/><br/>Her lips curl into a smile at his replies and she chuckles to herself, "ah pleased to meet you the Right Honorable Lord Seneschal of the Third House of the Golden Blooming Iris. And yes sadly dragons and our inability to be flexible in the case of a dragon attack has made my people dwindle in numbers. As we all know the desert is filled with dragons, can't take two steps outside of our tents before being mobbed by several of them. If only we had been flexible enough to use a shorter version of our names in the face of danger."<br/><br/>She closes her eyes and brings her hand up to gently touch her lips and forehead before kneeling down on the mat, of course as she is praying she is giving him a good view of her firm behind when it lifts up into the air as she presses her forehead against the soft mat. Slowly it seems like her tension seeps out of her and when she leans up again her face is almost glowing with a deep inner calm. She turns to look at him with a soft little chuckle, "My issues with men? Please do tell Sir what issues I have, it is always interesting to hear others viewpoint after their careful observations of several seconds."<br/><br/>She remains seated on the mat, her hands reaching up to undo her hair and starts combing it out to get the sand out of it. Her eyes watching him closely, slowly roaming over his body and she can't but help but grin as her gaze wanders over his chest and down over his legs. She has to admit, he is very easy on the eyes and his easy charm would probably let him only sleep alone if he so wishes.