<div class="floatright"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: georgia;"><em>Noemi d'Volee, Human Eros Mage</em><br/>(http://img2.wikia.nocookie.net/__cb20120917051418/ideas/images/c/c0/Inspired_by_Luis_Royo.jpg)</span></div>Noemi nodded when the witch denied her the information she sought about Blackbeard's fortune telling session. Seeing as it lead them to this place, she was fine with letting things go and meeting her Fate as it came at her without foreknowledge. She stepped away from the witch and eyed her companions, noting the haughty superiority that Lilith still endevoured to maintain even given where they all found themselves. She shook her head and tsks softly feeling pity for the woman so hidebound as to not see all that had changed for them and all it might require they become. Who they had been was dead, literally... So they were now free to define themselves by whatever they chose, rather then the past that had killed them.<br/><br/>Then, Arafell ran off into the trees, Noemi presumed to releave himself. Nature did call, after all, now that life again rushed through their veins. When he came out of the trees in his RIDICULOUS 'outfit'... She chuckled... Giggled... Tried to stop it but couldn't... Guffawed and fell to the sand, rolling around laughing so hard tears began to fall from her eyes. "OH! MY! GODESS of love and delight... You're PRICELESS Arafel... I adore you so so much," she stammered out between peals of musical laughter as she kept /trying/ to reassert self control, but then he'd say something in that oh so affected, pretender to nobility, tone he affected; the one that always made her want to shake him and remind him he was born on the wrong side of the sheets so get over himself. She took his current behavior to be a self depricating parody of who he had been because no man would do all he'd done and expect to be taken seriously, would he???<br/><br/>After a few moments Noemi's laughter stopped as she gasped for breath and realized she had sand in all sorts of uncomfortable places. She glanced at the others and saw they had matters well in hand, so she got up, bent her knees a bit and started brushing sand off herself, wiggling her bare, beautiful, sandy tush at Dalen and Arafel as she tried to get clean. She sighed as that only worked so well and then took off in an easy jog towards the sea that put a most becoming bounce and jiggle in all her feminine softnesses and lovely curves. She came to a stop when the water topped her knees and then dove forward to swim underwater and wash the sand off her. The night sea was cool and refreshing adding a welcome sting of cold to her skin. A minute or so later she surfaced again and swam towards the beach with strong, lazy strokes of her arms. She rose out of the sea and started walking towards the shore calling out, "Did you three have success yet?"