<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Narindi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Esum City docks, approaching The Rising Sun<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The city stank.  Or perhaps it was simply the docks that stank.  Either way the dark cloaked figure could not wait to leave.  It had been two days since she disembarked from the ship that rescued her, though rescue was not the original intent of that crew.  Still, she was grateful they'd taken her aboard, the men not thinking to question why their sails suddenly went limp upon spotting her small boat.  There were rumors, whispers and disparaging remarks about a ship.  The Rising Sun if she remembered correctly.  A vessel captained by a woman, though why that was odd she was unsure.  Among her own people both women and men served as captain and crew.  Still, if the stinking and rude men spoke ill of a ship it might just be what she was looking for.<br/><br/>Stepping carefully among the filthy cobbles and splintered planking , Narindi's nose wrinkled each time her bare feet slipped on something.  Not wanting to know what it was.  Pulling the cloak tighter about her in the cool dawn light, she finally made her way to the berth where the Sun was anchored.  It was a lovely ship, though nothing at all like the ones of her people.  The low, sleek ships made for speed, a battering ram breaking the waves before it shattered a hull.  A brief moment of melancholy washed over her, causing her throat to clench which brought with it a wash of pain.  No.  She would not let it deter her.  She learned to sing despite the brand.  The spirits of the waters had plans for her, who was she to resist?<br/><br/>Moving gracefully between crates, men, nets and feral dogs looking for a meal she finally approached.  The planking was down, though she was not so rude as to board without permission, stopping where it met the dock.  There was a commotion in the city behind her but that did not seem abnormal during her brief stay.  There were also voices.  Narindi closed her eyes, taking in the melody of the those speaking.  They did not seem to overly clash with the song of the sea.  Though the song here at the docks was garbled by the trash and dead things, polluted by the people of the city.  Opening her eyes with a sad shake of her head she lowered the cowl of her cloak.<br/><br/>“Oi!  I call for the mistress of this ship.”  She paused, not quite sure what words to use.  The language of this land made little sense to her.  It was too sharp.  Too...too tied to the land.  “I come seeking work.”  It was the first time she'd spoken loudly, wincing at the sound of her own voice.  Deep and husky with a slight growl to it.  Gripping her hands together she resisted the urge to press her fingers to her now exposed throat.  The need to trace the cresting wave smashing against the rocks that had been burned into her flesh filling her.  It was still tender to the touch, the skin heated, possibly infected.  Brown eyes with an odd blue ring searched for any to respond.