<div class="floatright">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/Nynah_zps6a19158e.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Aramis and the Twins</strong><br/><br/>Short-tempered was one way to put it. "Is it really so surprising that a<em>woman</em>should be so skilled with a sword?" Deep brown eyes flashed back at Aramis, taking clear note of what he was thinking about the two women circling<em>above</em>them. Of course, she kept watching them too, as they certainly constituted a threat to her well being. "Not that it is any of your business, but I am none other than<em>the</em>Nynah Celeste Westbridge-de Marchette." Again came the pause, as if in expectation of some expression of rapture at learning exactly whose presence he was in. When again, said expression was not forthcoming, she continued, her voice an even but low cadence. "And I would have your name as well... You know, just so I don't have to keep referring to you as<em>you</em>or<em>Sir</em>or anything like that. It can get quite tiresome doing that."