<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<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Dalen/Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Narindi’s lips formed a thin line as her hand was pushed away.  He offered his hand, which was why she moved to take it.  Surprise turned to a barely stifled giggle as she was lifted from the spool and set on the edge.  The oddity of it all seeming absurd to her.  She was still trying to deal with the fact that there were people who looked like children and yet were strong warriors.<br/><br/>His chastisement to stand saved her from trying to form a response to being called a child.  Rising gracefully to her feet she shook out her dress to remove any dirt or stragglers from the rope.  “I am not a child, not in years.  In experience among other peoples, I suppose I am.  My people tend to avoid others unless they are so foolish as to sail through our...I mean their waters.”  Her hand lightly brushed over the inflamed and still scabbed over brand on her throat.  “It is difficult to remember I am no longer a part of them.  I would think it would be easy, the brand still aches but it has become a part of me.  No longer a reminder.”<br/><br/>Dropping her hand and shaking her head she forced a smile.  “That is the past.  Perhaps we may start again?  I am Narindi, it is my honor to sail with you.”<br/>