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Maelorna listens to Raddoks story as Arawn translates and takes note of a
few interesting points
of his background he was willing to part with.  Then the blind girl's
response, on what she was
capable of doing as far as healing.  She makes a note to leave that one be,
unless she makes the
first move.

'She isn't the issue Little One, it's her pet.  It sees you as competition
for it's food,' the voice
whispers with dark purpose.  Maelorna looks at the wolf and meets it's gaze
evenly, wondering
just how long it might be before it attacks her, like every other canine
she has run across.

She shrugs and shakes her head and ignores it for the moment.  A smile
creeping across her
lips, "I'll be happy to help teach him Marentien," she offers, "As for
price, I do not understand the
purpose of charging him to learn.  I can think of a price I would like to
ask, I do not know if
he is capable of paying," as she pauses for a moment before smiling warmly
at him, "A language
for a language," she offers honestly.

Later, once folks break up the group, Maelorna sighs as she looks at the
ship, the smell she could
ignore, considering the times she had to hide in the sewers and sleep
there.  Bile and body odor
weren't here desired scents but she could ignore it.  Since it appeared
most of her companions
were going about their own business, she looked about for a possible
berthing.  'Great, back
abord a ship, tell me Little One, are you going to make these sailors your
toys as well?  I can help
if you just let me,' the voice whispered with a teasing giggle, 'No, keep
quiet, I don't need toys nor
pets at the moment and you would get me killed if we even tried it,' she
groused.

She pauses considering the various cabins, the captains cabin would
possibly be viable, but ignores
that option, she can see a fight over who gets the spacious cabin and bed
and honestly it will
wind up as either the dwarf or Arawn's.  Plus she couldn't trust herself,
not with a
companion in her room as the chance her other half taking control and
feeding.  No, either the main
deck or," as she thinks of the discussed smuggler's hold.  It sounded
perfect for her needs, dark,
possibly not overly cramped, less chances of a sailor running afoul of her
hunger.  Plus she might be
able to practice some of her skills while hidden from prying eyes.

'Awww, but you had so much fun with the last ship you were on didn't you?
They were such
enjoyable toys.  Especially when you let me have my fun, was it the undying
love he professed to
you that brought out the anger in the other one I wonder?' it mused
cheerfully.

With little regard for whom might be watching, she sets down her ruck sack
and starts to rummage
through it, wondering if she had left it behind in her room and brightens
up when she finds her
quilted armour, still rolled up tightly and bound with a leather thong.
Granted she had little need of it
at the moment, not while on the water, but once back on land, the armour
may be needed.  She finds her
second gown, with a shorter skirt and starts to undo the stays of her gown
and pulling it off, leaving only
a silk chemise and pantaloons as her only raiment.  Her copper red hair
cascades down her back as she
smooths out the gown and starts to carefully fold it up and slipping it
into her rucksack.
Once she's satisfied with the gown, she slips on the other and laces up the
bodice before tightening it
up and easily displaying her bosom attempting to spill out of the cotton
gown, she promptly kneels and
pulling out a brush begins to preen and brush out her hair.
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