<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/>The fingertips to her chin were cold and yet not.  Lifting her head and opening her eyes she rose from the bow, a shy smile fighting for a place as she listened to his words.  She'd truly been thrice blessed.  Though she'd not seen it as a blessing at first.  To be chosen to serve as a Stormsinger, to be granted life after banishment and now this, to sail with one of the ancestors.  The change in his eyes did not go unnoticed, her hand rising to gently press her fingers at the brand as though in sympathy.  But just as he hid the pain once more she too abandoned the source of hers.<br/><br/>“You speak wisdom, truly there is a path we are intended to take.  And that we are both upon this vessel bodes well for it.  However I believe it is customary even in these lands for friends to introduce themselves.”  The shy smile turned playful at her chastisement for Aramis not having done so.  “If you will not be needed to set sail, perhaps you can join your flute with my singing?  It is common among the sailors of my people to do so.  Believing it strengthens the song and thanks the spirits for their cooperation.”  Her hands once more pressed to her stomach, hoping he'd agree.  She'd always found it made changing the songs easier when there was accompaniment.  Considering she was still learning her new voice, she would need all the help she could get.  Even as she was ashamed of the roughness of it.