<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Narindi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Upper deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Amadaiya<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Narindi's odd eyes took in the figure of what she assumed to be the Captain.  The rumors had been correct and based on the interaction, the woman was respected by her crew.  It boded well.  Slightly dipping her head in thanks to her escort, she waited until Rennet stepped away.  Unfastening the clasp of her cloak she removed it, folding it carefully over her arm.  Her bare arms were pale though not unblemished, faint old scars adding texture.  The white of her dress seemed yellowed, impure against the alabaster of her skin.  Lifting her head so the still raw brand was quite clear she let the soft humming die away.<br/><br/>“May the sun rise upon favorable winds, Captain.”  Her voice rumbled like distant thunder, deeper and harsher than that of a normal woman.  The inflections were strange yet oddly musical.  “I am Narindi.  As for what I want, I wish to sail.  I was born upon the sea and have no use for the land.  The currents are in my blood, I have no choice in this desire.  I cannot pay for passage, though there is no particular place I wish to travel to.  Instead I seek a position among your crew.”  She raised a delicate hand to halt any response her palm was not without callouses indicating a life of work.<br/><br/>“If you do not know of my people, I will gladly explain.  I am a Stormsinger of the Chal'di.  I can call up the winds to fill your sails or deaden them to leave others stranded.  I can churn the waters and swell the tide to see you past difficult coasts.  There was a time and will be again when I could bring down the rage of a mighty storm or turn it aside all together.  For the moment though, this...”  The raised hand was pressed to her chest, just below her neck.  “...is still to new.  I am still learning to sing such songs once more.  My people have punished me with what should be a death sentence, one the seas delay.  Until such time, I need a home.”<br/><br/>Finally she fell silent.  Her blue rimmed brown eyes never wavered from the Captain.  Despite the difference in height Narindi did not seem to stare down on the other woman.  Simply meeting the gaze of an equal.  The concept of lying to the Captain never crossed her mind.  Her people had little respect for others but there was one thing all followed.  One never lied to the captain of a ship.