<div class="floatleft">(http://i1142.photobucket.com/albums/n612/Ember-Star/male%20art/aramis-picsay.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Aramis Orrkai<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Below Deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/>Aramis smiled as he looked over a few of the items he had gotten in trade for some choice ocean delicacies. There were a few different clay jars of spices that would he knew both cook and crew would enjoy having later on in their voyage when they were far from land and the food was getting a bit boring or rations thin.<br/><br/>He finished tucking them away in a corner behind some other supplies. He would tell the cook a bit later after putting up a few of the extra bits of fishing gear and new arrows he had also picked up.<br/><br/>As he was putting these with his other gear he stopped short as he heard softs notes of song drift faintly into the hold. His breath caught, then shook his head to clear it. Aramis thought he had to have imagined it, as it faded almost as quickly as it came. Besides, voices such as that were supposed to be just the stuff of legend and fairy tales...weren't they?<br/><br/>It did make his mind drift to his father's playing, and to the set of birdpipes that had been given him early on. He hadn't played since the...incident...he hadnt felt the inspiration or motivation.<br/><br/>Those few notes had stirred his muse, started him recounting of long nights spent listening to whalesong. He had often thought he would make a melody inspired by them and thought perhaps now was high time he actually work on it. It would be a good tribute to the fallen.<br/><br/>He straightened and headed up towards the deck. "Im sure I Imagined it, but I have to take a look... At any rate I can see what I can do to help us get underway any faster." He muttered as he thought.< I need to feel the pulse of the sea beneath my feet again. Breath her clean air, not this stuffy, pungent, port air any longer.><br/><br/>As he stepped into the open air he was slightly startled at the sound of raised voice followed by axe meeting ship. His eyes flased to the point and quickly took in the scene. He<em>knew</em>at the sight of the woman in white she had been the source of the notes. He also knew better than to provoke the "little guy" when he was in a rage, especially when it was regarding mention of his stature so he would just hang back for now. He smirked slightly, though he sympathised with him a little. Not that he would ever admit it, or that he admired the raw power and will to survive he had. "never a dull moment  it seems" he said to no one particular as he took in the happenongs on board, as well as the stir of activity in the port.<br/><br/>