<div class="floatleft">(https://fbcdn-sphotos-d-a.akamaihd.net/hphotos-ak-frc3/983973_342244925904981_1272852802_n.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Character:</strong>Amara Smite<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Below deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Alumaya Élathrasur, open<br/><hr/><br/><br/>Amara stopped buckling her belt as she listened to Alu speak, she had been around enough men in her life, topless that she could tell quiet easily he was tripping over his words, looking for the right things to say. He was still a gentlemen, even if his mind did wander down that path on occasion. That she would not hold against him, even if his thoughts were in her direction. He would be a pleasant change in atmosphere, but she wasn't about to tell him that.<br/><br/>It wasn't that she felt he had no right to know, she had no issues with being straight forward with people, especially Alu, it was just with how he was with her. Careful with his words, she tried to do the same. She didn't dig into his past, so she knew little about it, just things she had overheard, or moments in which he may have mumbled half asleep.<br/><br/>Amara started to respond to his comment about her breasts needing air more often then stopped, smirking at the two comments that followed, she could easily read between the lines, but Alu wasn't making that a necessity, he was quite straight forward in fact, it allowed for them to have a better friendship. She thought back to an earlier suspension, "how many times was he not sleeping? Awake, watching her sleep, or watching her just drifting off... Or even just waking up."<br/><br/>If she spoke with him on the subject long enough she could probably learn he knew more about her chest than she did. The thought she found humorous but not unbelievable, not after this conversation. She nodded when he mentioned her sleep. The ship was soothing for her and allowed her a good solid rest, no matter what went on she could sleep like the dead.<br/><br/>As he mentioned breakfast she pulled a bandana off her wrist and wrapped it around her hair, pulling it behind her shoulders, "many of them don't, but I don't worry about to much, a few of them have already played that dangerous game with me, and lost."<br/><br/>Amara didn't need her sword to be ruthless, she found other ways of getting her point across, she hadn't done but one or two on this ship however. She grabbed her sword from behind her hammock strapping it around her waist before tying her knife around her upper arm, before heading out walking slowly as she spoke to Alu.<br/><br/>"I would assume you'll be joining the mean, unless maybe it's poisoned?" She smirked knowing better, he was quite well at what he did, best cook she'd met yet.<br/>