<div class="floatleft">(http://www.asiafinest.com/chinese/gif/jetli.gif)</div><strong>Name:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Aboard, below decks<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amara Smite<br/><hr/><br/>There wasn't much to do The Haas wasn't the most sociable of characters,not the kind to be seen sitting in bars, offering coin to women for intercourse, drinking their hard-earned cash away with drink and gambling. He was, well, more thrifty in his spending, having all that he needed aboard the ship, not needing much else. Alu was content to ignore and be ignored by everything and anything outside of the craft that he was currently on. His family was gone. He honored their memories, but he didn't miss them all that much. He had a friend aboard this ship, had been here since he had joined, as she had been aboard for longer than he had, and she had helped him get around to knowing the ropes, how to deal with the constant rocking that, more often than not, made one sick to the stomach. All on his own, he learned that Haas were not immune, as he had once thought, to sea-sickness.<br/><br/>Right now, he was sitting, cross-legged, in the sleeping deck. He had refused his own hammock, never have acquiring a taste for the things, preferring, after the way of his people, to sleep on the ground. He had grown used to the rocking of the ship, having allowed it to be almost soothing to him, and he had woken up early, not wanting to climb up to the top deck, just yet. He had prepared the morning repast, something nice too, and had come back down, where there was a relative quiet, closed his eyes, and relaxed. Not quite sleep, but not quite awake either.<br/><br/>He remained in this position through the ruckus happening on the top deck, the call of the captain, and the beginnings of eating and working by the crew. What did draw him out of his concentration was a thud on his own deck, nearby, his eyes flickering open, although the rest of his body remained completely motionless. He smiled thinly as he watched her lithe body move, his eyes following her unabashedly, not caring if she saw him, or where his eyes wandered. Once she was covered, he pushed himself to his feet lightly, and spoke.<br/><br/>"Good morning to you, Amara. Do you usually sleep shirtless?" He said, not realizing how blunt his question was.