There was a story here….<br/><br/>If legends and stories had a scent she would now say that it was in the air.  Had they a taste to covet she would close her eyes in rapture.  Instead she could only say that she felt the stirring in the air and felt it between her fingertips.  A fluttering of her heart spoke volumes of what would soon emerge as before her rested a small force of those able to turn the tides of Fate.  Eyes flickered with admiration for what would soon come while her mind toyed with the words she had heard earlier.  That tidbit may just be the catalyst for greater things, a spice to the mediocre scenes of life.  How appropriate that would be for one of the Cynis House.<br/><br/>Within the confines of her chair the woman now stirred with the thought.  Long limbs unfurled as she dared enter the world around her in place of the fields in her imagination.  Tanned limbs stretched outward to let her bare feet caress the ship’s deck.  Toes curled inward at the sensation.  Muscles tightened in response to the action, setting on display the elegant flesh and twisting brands of her Lunar tattoos.  Here she did not bother to hide them but rather embraced her distinguished place.  Of course the display lasted only to the tops of her calves as her trousers began shortly thereafter.  Tight cuffs closed around her legs and covered the rest in a worn khaki material.  Stains of food and salt water, which dotted the surface of these clothes, seemed so unnatural when compared to the smooth skin that coated her body.<br/><br/>Slender digits pressed against one another.  Hands guided in a similar action forcing them to wrestle with one another much as an anxious child might.  Of particular interest to her warring fingers were was the off white shirt that hung down against them.  Worn by a man the shirt would fit appropriately.  Yet against her much frailer frame the cloth threatened to fall from her shoulders consistently.  Leaning forward seemed a challenge even now as it slipped to the side or fell forward.  That she tugged at the cloth intensely to adjust did little to help the haphazard appearance.<br/><br/>Mention of the infamous Cynis seemed her opportunity.  A flash of red touched her lips and a half-grin fastened itself to those full tiers.  Eyes that danced between observant and vacant became suddenly focused upon Ihorangi.  Emeralds flashed with mischief and thought.<br/><br/>“Yes, yes a letter is good.  A title and start always makes for the best stories of the bard.  Though what to do with a letter is just as important as having it.  Chasing little pirates is the stuff of sailor stories, but not of legends.  No, let us do as you want and snub the noses of those Dynasts.  Make our entrance grand and stunning.  I have heard word and tale of where we might find one Cynis Mond that infamous Windtamer.  The pay is good but the words just as fine.”<br/>