<div class="floatright">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/3/35/White_ajah.jpg)</div><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=562331 (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=562331)<br/><br/>Active Spells:  Endure Elements<br/><br/></div></div>The honey haired girl with the cornflower blue eyes could be seen on deck often.  Sometimes, she looked back where they came.  Others, she gazed out in random directions.  Always, she wore her rich white robe—an expensive piece that displayed her fantastic young body to great advantage.  She seemed fairly oblivious to any reactions she got from the crew for her scanty attire.  Neither the burn of the sun nor the chill of the spray seemed to touch her.<br/><br/>Always, her eyes stared dreamily towards the horizon.<br/><br/>Other times, she spent locked away in her tiny cubicle, studying with furious energy, ‘til her mood shifted once more and she needed to walk on the deck.<br/><br/><em>I do wish father could have afforded me a cabin,</em>she sighed.<em>I am the daughter of a border marquee, on the way to study at the Tower of Wayreth.  I shouldn’t have to put up with the stench bellow decks.  <br/><br/>   It impedes my studies.</em><br/><br/>A little man with light wrinkles and a slender body called out an introduction.  He was a kinder, wasn’t he?  Oh, he must be.<br/><br/>She pondered for a moment, then spoke to the public for the first time as the chill wind of the rising storm fluttered her robe.  “Good afternoon, Master Thistleknot, how do you do?  My name is Aemlia Watchman, daughter of Sir Anduin Watchman, Warder of the North.<br/><br/>“Something about myself?  Well…”  Her uncle had advised her against mentioning her destination, or her study of the arte, frivolously.  Sailors were superstitious folk, he said.  “You are the first Kender I have ever met.”<br/>