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 Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 7:57 pm
Fire in the Mountains
Lets not Get immolated and
Blaze of Gory
Naita and Red
Naita awoke and regretted it. She hurt from a thousand gashes and bruises, and all she had to show for it was two glowing red dragon souls and a painfully empty stomach. She gathered the orbs to herself and, achily, got to her feet. Stretching was an agony, and flight was... well, it wasn't out of the question, but it was a misery... a misery she had to go through if she wanted to find her way back to her campsite or her ship.
At least she had dragon orbs. It was a small mercy.
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Posted: Wed Dec 16, 2015 8:47 pm
Lazing by the Firani
Naita appreciated companionship, wherever she found it. Before she met Cid, she'd been alone, adrift. Really, there was nothing wrong with having a dalliance here or there, especially if they were good looking... but even if they weren't. If the warmth of another could keep away the biting cold of loneliness, Naita was more than all for it – she was willing to seek it out.
Cid allowed her to find a little of that warmth even when alone, but there was nothing to quite match a relaxing tangle of warmth and limbs on the coarse sand of the beach after a good meal. And, also, nothing to beat waking the morning after, serene and refreshed and ready to take on the world.
As she stared out at the ship rocking waves of the endless expanse of water, she hoped that such encounters would pick up soon. They had to. That was the life of a pirate, was it not?
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