<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Narindi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Bow of the ship (Upper Deck)<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aramis<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Things were changing as she guided the song, subtle harmonics altering the normal strength of the tide and winds.  Narindi could feel the open sea calling to her, a siren song that made her wish the Captain would hurry and give the order.  The snap of sails being unfurled made her smile, soon, soon they would be away from the stinking docks.  The cough behind drew her attentions back to the world of people.  She continued to hum a moment more, completing the song so things would continue to build as she'd directed.<br/><br/>Once again she placed a smile upon her lips before turning.  Brown eyes with an odd blue ring met the man before her, having to look upward as opposed to her last encounter.  Narindi tilted her head, studying the stranger, he looked different than the Centos she'd encountered.  “Thank you.  The Captain may rest assured my services are at her beck and call.  Already I have begun to call forth the waves and the wind.  That is what I do.  Sing to the sea and the wind, call upon storms or quell them.  I have been called a...witch I believe was the term but that is not correct.  Among my people I am called a Stormsinger.  Was called a Stormsinger.  Now I am dead to them.  But that does not answer your question.”<br/><br/>There was another smile and then a wrinkle of her nose as the changing winds brought the stink of the port to her.  “My apologies, I am not fond of the smell of this place.  My name is Narindi.  As for the singing, it is possible I am the one you heard.  Unless there is another who sings on the ship?”  She chose her words carefully, not wanting a repeat of her misunderstanding with Dalen.  Though she was curious about the man's skin, it gave him the appearance of one who drowned in the frigid waters.