<div class="floatleft">(http://i14.photobucket.com/albums/a304/RuffNRowdy/Elliquiy/tumblr_my74gecP9D1so9972o1_1280_zps81d183ef.jpg)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><em>Kivana</em></span></strong><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=953570)<br/><strong>Role:</strong>Gunner<br/><strong>Location:</strong>Leaving the Sasskiana<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Ramza, Ngidi, Roderick<br/><hr/>Kivana takes one of the strange containment pyramids from Thrane, tucking it into one of the pouches on her belt and rolling her shoulders slightly.  It made sense to give at least one of them to her, given her connection to their main quarry, not that she'd had much chance to spend time around them.  Her expression gave away nothing, though within she felt a small shiver of excitement at the idea of finally coming in contact with an air elemental.  Though, admittedly, not under the best of circumstances.  She was of two minds about that, though, since thoughts of her father had long ago stopped filling her with the naive wonder and curiosity of any abandoned child.  Perhaps while they were out hunting, she might have a chance to talk to one of the elementals, learn something new about herself, and...finally answer that question she had believed she'd given up asking long ago.  Or, more likely, they'd capture one and kill any others that they came across.<br/><br/>Crystalline eyes betrayed none of her inner conflict as she moved about the ship, gathering her supplies and stocking her bandoliers with ammunition.  She retrieved Nadia, her beloved musket, and slid her into the supple leather sling across her back, before making certain all of her flasks were filled.  An extra bottle of whiskey, or two, were added to her pack and then she made her way off the ship with light steps and a grim expression.<br/><br/>"Not much sense speculatin', since ain't none of us encountered one b'fore.  Unless the pretty boy here has?"<br/><br/>She casts a glance at Roderick, a faint smirk on her lips, since she already knows the answer.<br/><br/>"We're flyin' blind and hopin' to hell we don't get shot down, but ain't much else we can do, if the ship won't fly without one.  And, I don't know about you all, but I don't plan on comin' back without a fire elemental.  Ain't much I hate more'n a cold bath, unless it's a shortage on spirits.  Thankfully, my liquor survived the crash.  I doubt there's a tavern anywhere here abouts."