<div class="floatright">(http://i1122.photobucket.com/albums/l530/WyldeSK/Nynah_zps6a19158e.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Aramis and the Princesses</strong><br/><br/>"Aramis Ravenwood..." Nynah rolled the name in her mouth like a cherry, swallowing the fruit and stone, and tying the stem into a neat bow. "I shall remember that." Whether that was a good thing or not remained to be seen. Certainly his use of the word<em>tomboy </em>had not softened her expression any. What was surprising was that while she would be the sort of person to know all too well of the disgrace of the House of Ravenwood, that particular piece of information<em>didn't</em>seem to register with her. Or at least it didn't seem to worsen her opinion of him, which considering the fact that it was already quite low anyway, probably didn't matter all that much.<br/><br/>That being taken care of, she turned her attention back to the sky, where the princesses were still circling. "Hmm, I wonder if their plan of attack is to wait until we die of old age. Quite cunning when one thinks of it, but then again, one would assume that their dracos would have to land first and get some sleep..."