<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Narindi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Above Deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aramis, Dalen, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As Dalen joined them, Narindi gave a smile of genuine pleasure at his company.  The two men were so very different and yet in the little time she'd spent with both she'd enjoyed every moment of it.  Except for the brief flash of fear when she made the mistake of speaking poorly of Dalen's height.<br/><br/>“If you are sure it will not breach the laws of the ship?”  She looked between the two, not wanting to do wrong on the one place of refuge she'd managed to find in her new life.  Taking up the bowl of soup she sipped, letting the warm liquid spill over her lips and down her aching throat.  Truly she'd pushed herself too far that burned as it did.  There was a wince and she blinked a few times as her blue rimmed brown eyes suddenly began to water before she lowered the bowl.<br/><br/>“I think perhaps when the wounded have been seen to I will speak with the healer.  I worry about the branding, the damage it has done.  But enough of that for now.  Tell me of the dragon!  What did it look like?  Did it breathe fire?  Why do think it appeared?  Is it the last of it's kind, do you think?”  Occasional gusts insisted on lifting her dark curls until Narindi could bear no more.  Nestling the bowl between her crossed legs she gathered back her hair, twisting it and turning it in upon itself until she had it secured in a knot at the base of her neck.  She worked with a practiced ease, her focus on the others and awaiting their answers.