<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/>Sanja's cheeks colored, just a little, but before she could reply, a pair of strong arms slipped lightly around Xenovia's waist from behind.  Ramalan leaned down 'til his breath caressed Xenovia's ear.  "Perhaps," he inquired, "I could offer you an alternative entertainment tonight?"<br/><br/><div align="center">*  *  * </div><br/>Mists of Evensong gave a fond but exasperated smile as Ramalan absent mindedly walked away from their host.  She shook her head, giving a soft, sensual chuckle.<br/><br/>Turning to Umari, she crossed her hands over her waist and gave a polite bow.  “Please forgive my master, gracious host.  He is a man with a man's needs.  Would it please you if this unworthy one endeavored to entertain you with a tale he might recount?”<br/><br/>Bossun Handel looked at Mists of Evensong with a pained expression.  On one hand, he felt it wasn't Mist's place to speak for the captain—not because Ramalan had collared her, but because of her gender.<em>Good lord, Ramalan!  First mate on the ship, giving orders to respectable men?  Talking to a <strong>heads of state</strong>?  You let that girl get away with <strong>murder!</strong>  <br/><br/>   Erm..  Well, at least <strong>I</strong> don't have to do it!</em>