<div class="floatright">(http://s26.postimg.org/ux9siu3md/Al_rhayel.jpg)</div><strong>Al´Rhayel</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=93354)<br/><hr/><br/><em>´Did I speak foreign language?´</em><strong>Al' rhayel</strong>thought, when<strong> Alyssa</strong>totally missed her backup plan. It mattered not, as she was abot to unleash at the captain, when<strong>Thalya</strong>grabbed her and pulled her into one of the rooms to change. True, she disliked the idea of clothes, as they prevented the freedom she was used to, but the plan was sound. It would give her moment or two to move her moonphaser of destruction among the crew of the other ship in peace.<br/><br/>As she put the pants on, her face was sour<strong>"Pants, really? I would thought though knee high skirt would be better for moving around ships."</strong>put she stil put them on, and moved to the shirt. She made no efforts to cover or bind her brests like the sailors did.<br/><br/>When the sailor left them, she turned toward<strong>Thalya</strong><strong>"I am flattered of your.. fondness.. .but ship is not the time or the place for such endeavours Sister." </strong>she did pressed the sorceress against the wall and kissed her for just short of sexual, but moment too long to be just friendly.