<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/7/7a/Amadaiya-avatar-picsay.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Amadaiya Solaris<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Upper deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alumaya, Valarian, Aramis<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Amadaiya watched the pretty Chal'li wander off. She sighed. Where they were going, they would need her assistance. But she felt a little bad. Even her own crew didn't know the full extinct of the mission aside. They knew they would be traveling to the dangerous north. But the depth in which this would take them, well, she kept that to herself for now. They would all have the option to leave before they got that far, though.<br/><br/>She thought she heard some sort of crash and looked up to see the Halfling gone from his post.<em>'He better not be aggravating the prisoner.'</em>She thought.<br/><br/>She turned her glaze to the approaching Cook and listened to his words. She shrugged. "This life attracts a certain kind of person most of the time. We all have our reasons for choosing it. Sometimes it's not even our choosing, we are thrown onto it because we have no other choice." Amadaiya had, had a choice. But the rough life of the seas suited her better than being forced into a marriage she did not want. Even though at the time, she knew not that it was pirates she approached after fleeing her family with her brother's help. She wondered briefly how he was doing.<br/><br/>She turns around as she heard another approach. The third stranger to board her ship today. A blonde woman. Another runner. She didn't look especially useful to her, but then again, neither did that Char'li at first. She sighed and rolled her eyes. "Well I certainly can't throw you to the dogs, can I." She grumbled. It was less a question towards the woman and more a statement to her own self. Amadaiya had a soft spot for women in need. Too often was their gender oppressed. If it had been another man, she probably would've thrown him overboard. "What is your name and what skills have you?" She asked the woman.<br/><br/>She turned to see her head fisherman approach her. At his words she rolled her eyes again and gave a frustrated huff. "Well that doesn't surprise me at all and unfortunately they will find both the things they seek. While I might happily hand over one, the other..." she gave the woman a glance. "the other not so much." She licked the tip of her finger and stuck it up to test the winds. "The winds are low this morning..." She commented. Her eyes looked for Rennet and found him climbing among the sails. One wouldn't think a race of elves from the high woods would be useful on a ship. But because the Paronos' were apt climbers, Rennet was the perfect for that high work. Centos' might fall and break their legs. But Paronos' could cling and jump easily from pole to pole.<strong>"Rennet! Get those sails ready!"</strong>She yelled to the elf.<br/><br/><strong>"Yes, ma'am!"</strong>He called back cheerfully.<br/><br/>With that she turned back to Aramis. "Go seek out and meet our newest crew member. She's wearing a white dress. Tell her I may require her talents sooner than expected." She told him then turned back to woman. "I'm still waiting on skills and name. I like to know who my people are." She told her