<div class="floatleft">(http://i1092.photobucket.com/albums/i408/Aadreal/E%20characters/Narindi_zps8bf4c54a.jpg)</div><strong>Character:</strong>Narindi<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Above Deck<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Aramis, Dalen, Open<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Narindi's stomach clenched and threatened to tear itself free as crewmen passed with their meals.  Finally she was safe and yet she seemed intent on punishing her body further.  Her throat dry and aching, stomach empty of all but bile.  Even her fingers were not spared as she dipped and scrubbed the fabric upon the planking, the salt water and wood scratching at them.  The pain was a balm, no matter how it made her suffer.  Allowing her to focus on the present rather than on the memories.<br/><br/>Looking up sharply in surprise at the familiar voice, it took a moment for her smile to find it's way to her lips.  Her stomach growled it's gratitude for the offered bowl of soup, causing the pale skin of her cheeks to redden.  “My apologies.  I thank you for this.  Though I do not wish to cause discord by eating before the rest of the crew.”  Her own voice was even harsher than before, cracking and faltering as she spoke.<br/><br/>Taking the offered bowl she set it to the side, gesturing for Aramis to sit.  It was as she looked up at him that she noticed the figure of the strange man that both flattered and threatened her earlier.  Lifting her hand in a wave she smiled Dalen's direction, taking up the bowl once more and lifting it in his direction in silent invitation.  With the offer made she once again set the bowl upon the deck, moving the other bowl of salt water out of the way.<br/><br/>“Did you see it?  The beast?  They say it was a dragon but that cannot be.  They are simply stories.”  Folding her hands in her lap she waited.  So ingrained was tradition that she dared not consider so much as sipping from the bowl until the crew that had been on the ship longer were fed.