Param

Param

Pilot Worth His Salt
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Wooden propeller blades twift-twift-twift through the crisp wind as the dual shroud engines hummed steady with their work, pushing the Narcisca through the air. The shroud-expansion design, venting the trace threads of shroud up into the the lift-balloons that carried the sky-ship across the blue yonder it sailed upon.

Param, had a developed the habit of staring at it all. The way in which the great paddle wheels churned, and the lever arms about them worked in their measured push and pull. How the shroud-heated air shimmered about the rune-stack. The subtle glow that bled into the symbols, so carefully engraved into the metal.

Part of him wondered how it was the ship's Shroudmaster could keep track of it all. How with so much going on, Mister Cromherr kept the Cisca flying so smooth like. She wasn't a small ship, not by any measure. But she was a strong flyer, and she had more than a measure of grace once she was sailing through the clouds.

"Param!" came the sharp voice of one Mister Aktan. The corvodii always sounded clear across the whip and whirr of the wind. "Go down below deck and see if our esteemed passenger is of any need,"

The young Deva's eyes were still following the etchings. Tracing the glows about the sigils as they worked their way up the stack. Into the balloons, reinforced with their metal frames, run with wooden ribs.

"Skyman Param!"

Param's head flicked toward Mister Aktan. "Huh?"

The corvodii's eyes narrowed, and his beak gleamed with malice. "Did you not hear my order?"

Param's eyes went wide, his tail bolt straight and puffed as his heel turned sharp, and his feet stamped down beside him. His new boots clack against the wood as he snapped a quick salute. "Order heard, Mister Aktan!"

Aktan held his stare. "Well," he said flatly, as the wind rustled his feathers. "Get to it then!"

A nod from Param. "Aye, Sir, right away, Mister Aktan sir!" he cut his salute, and quick stepped off. Down toward the passenger's quarters.
 
NIGHTFALL :: THE IMANI RESIDENTIAL ESTATE
It was all still so fresh..

The smell of char as her home, her memories, and what remained of her innocence succumbed to the flame. The smell of blood as her mother and father - still reaching out to her, lay lifeless upon crimson puddles on the floor. Yet through it all, nothing remains more vivid than the visage of the man behind it all. The hunched, adrenaline-fueled posture. The crunch of the bones that accompanied his war-consumed grunts-- and the demonic visage that showed just how much he enjoyed this moment. As she blinked, she found herself young again, hiding within that closet as it opened; the killer gazing at her and hunching over, groaning as he spoke in a low, raspy tone.

"Want to live, girly? Do that little dance I've heard so much about...."

--

GASP!

Springing up and forward, Amaya is ripped from her slumber; cold sweat descending her body en masse. Everything was blurry, sound was at a high pitch-- god, it felt like she'd been hit with a flash bang. Her breathing was rushed for a moment - however, as she started to come to, her breathing (as well as her body) began to stabilize to calm levels.

"It's been years since then, girl, what are you doing?", rushing her hands through her large, puffy hair, she let out a deep sigh and sat momentarily in contemplation before getting up and heading towards the shower "Remember what the therapist said, Amaya. We can't let that man have power over us; we're stronger than that".

The shower was relatively long, steam rushing from the door as she opened it; revealing the light of the sun. "Damn, that long?", she shook her head, lightly slapping her cheeks to regain focus and perspective, "We don't got time for that right now; remember why you're here".

As it were, The Travelling Dancer had found herself aboard a ship within South Ilica, specifically Suldaza. Through her booking agent, she'd received request for a healing session relatively far from her home and air was the easiest and quickest means of travel. The Narcisca wasn't the largest or most elegant - however, it suited her needs well and she wasn't one to complain. Her occupancy often afforded her the more lavish things in life and this was no different. Aboard this ship, she was an esteemed guest with lodgings matching her status. As such, she felt it appropriate to ensure her attire echoed the treatment she received-- it was time to do her makeup.

--

By the time she was ready, it was well into the morning. Beside the usual faire, a blend of darker reds, and some blush where appropriate, she hadn't done much out of the ordinary. Today, her hair was fashioned in a manner that was both puffy and curly; various bangs covering her left eye, revealing it only when parting her hair at times. Attire wise, she was suited in her favorite, a tight yet long genoa colored floral pattern dress that both exposed and protected her bust while hugging the right parts of her body. Her jet black heels (that elevated her by a few inches) matched her hair color; bringing the entire ensemble together.

Step. Step. Step. Step.

Just as she'd put the finishing touches on her face, she'd heard approaching footsteps. "Hmm?, must be one of the staff on board.", swaying as she waltzed toward the door, she opened it likely just as the individual would find themselves about to knock. Tilting her head to the side, she leaned against the right side of the door and lightly hugged her waist as she offered them a deep gaze.

"May I help you?"

@Param
 
Hand left up pre-knock, lips caught in a surprised o, Param stared a moment at the passenger, positively struck by the depth of her gaze. "Well," he remembered to breath. Smiled his sharp toothed smile, and snapped a half step back away from the door. His hands tugged at the hem of his robes. "You stole the words right out of my mouth. Miss Imani, surely you did," he spoke in his quick kharasagan canter. Tail a happy swish behind him. "Was just comin to see if there was anything you'd be needing from us at the moment." The young Deva's eyes were wide and warm. Just glad to be of service as the Narcisca went along cutting through the winds.

"And if you don't mind my sayin, you look absolutely radiant once more, Miss Imani, give the sun itself a run for its money," he said with a sure nod of his horned head and a rock back and forth on his heels and toes.
 
Amaya wasn't unfamiliar to this moment. Her beauty often left creatures - regardless of gender, awestruck and left without words; the fact he managed to speak earned him more than a few seconds of her time. As for the reason of his approach, it seems that someone above him requested he check on her. In response to that, and his charming compliment, she felt it appropriate to reciprocate just a little.

"Well aren't you sweet?", she readjusted herself for comfort, trailing his physique up and down before returning her intense focus to him, "It isn't often a man gets close enough to say this much....",
she winked in additional to a playfully flirtatious expression, "You're cute though, so I'll make an exception". It was at this time she'd remove herself from the side of the door, now standing straight with her arms loosely crossed. Thinking about the time of day, she felt her stomach rumble as she held it in slight embarrassment.

"Forgive me; it's impolite for a woman of my stature to display such vulgarities.", truthfully, she didn't care all that much, but she had to keep up appearances, "On that note though, any chance I could have something made and delivered to my room? Your finest beverage on hand as well please. Oh, and out of curiosity, how much time do we have left before our arrival? I'm in no rush - however, I'm strict on time and structure makes a mad woman sane, as they say".

As she'd finished her requests and inquiries, she gave the man her fullest attention; perhaps a bit too much as her gaze was still rather intense.

@Param
 
Sailor born, Param was no stranger to being sized up. From captains, to crewmates, to the docksiders who took an interest to him, the young man had become all to comfortable under scrutiny and attentions of all sorts. Still, he could not help but feel ensnared by the Dancer's gaze. His long tail languid in how it flowed, to and fro.

"Nothin to forgive, Miss," he said with a toothy grin. "But pair of sweet tidings, from one to another," he nod with a wink. Her remembered himself, and stood up the straighter for it, giving his robe a snap for emphasis. "I'll check in with the kitchen and be sure to have somethin right over!" he paused, thought on the time of their flight. Pondered a minute. "Been about three day's flight since we lift off from Inolin, in Suldaza proper, just yesterday we passed over the Drowned Strait, so should be another two days before we touch down again, assuming the weather keeps easy," he said with a nod.

Pilot that he was, he was rather confident of his estimations.

Still, all smiles and easy goings, he seemed to have lingered a moment longer than intended. "Say," he found himself saying as he glanced her over, "Are you a priestess of sorts?" he asked, eyes quick to bounce back up to hers. unwitting to any potential wrongdoings or faux pas he may have been committing.
 
In her time as a travelling healer, she'd encounter many-a-tongue, but perhaps none quite as silver as this; it was refreshing. He managed to retain humility and speak from a place of humbleness all while flattering her. Had she not had better sense, she'd run to the back, grab a few thousand, and offer him a job by her side; he wouldn't be the worst thing to stare at every day.

Nevertheless, he'd let her know she'd have food sent over soon and confirmed two days to be remaining on the trip. As she contemplated her plans and actions to stave boredom for the next few days, she was asked a peculiar question.-- She'd been asked if she was a priestess. To most, they'd be confused why one would make a fuss over such a question - however, the man standing before her likely encountered a vast assortment of peoples throughout his travels; he's built up a--

"Peculiar eye you have, sir.", she said, almost bewildered by his perception, "I'm a Ritual Dancer, buuut I suppose Priestess is close enough". Out of curiosity, she felt she had to know what beckoned this inquiry.
"What gave it away?", she offered a playful smirk, "If you tell me it's my heavenly aura I'll close this door right now".

@Param
 
At the compliment, he smiled the wider. Head craned one side, then the other, a thumb come up to swipe at his nose as his teeth showed through the pleased of it all. "Pay's for a pilot to pay attention is all," he said easy, and nod whence she gave him the true and narrow of it.

A Ritual Dancer. He'd do well to remember that.

Come her question, he found his answer snapped quick to the front of his thoughts. Till her own lips curled, mischiveous like, and he found his shoulders bounce with a laugh. "Heavenly as it is, Miss, was the words that sailed from your lips," he said with a sure smile. "In that," he leaned in, just a fraction closer, "no man has come close," he said in a low whisper, smiled, all too playful himself, and bounced back. "It made me wonder, well, where in have I come across such a rule, and with a brief bit of deduction I came to the conclusion that," he punctuated with a bit of a stomp. "You might be of the ilk Divine," he gestured with his hands, so sure of his own logic as he smiled.
 
Alright, smoothness wouldn't quite describe this, but he was a step above the standard tongue. Even she, a woman with an ironclad heart, found cracks in the armor as he spoke -- it was soothing; dangerously so. Taking a moment to compose herself, she fanned herself lightly with her right hand; shivering ever-so-slightly as a reward for his verbal accomplishment. Following this, she went from leaning against the door to standing straight up. She felt, with this, he at least deserved her undivided attention-- and now he had it.

"You're correct", with her posture now corrected, her gaze was fully upon him; peeking into the depths between the lines. "A woman's intuition is never wrong", she paused, narrowing her eyes as she tilted her head, "What's a treasure like you doing in the skies? Eyes like yours are worth more lives than I can count". As the words left her mouth, she pondered that reality momentarily before coming to a stern conclusion "Now that I've thought about it? I think it's better for everyone you stay here; never change--", she paused, "We've done all this speaking and I don't believe I know your name. A man this handsome ought to put a name to land he's claimed in my head; don't you?"

@Param
 
The young deva couldn't help but smile at the honeyed words that had met him. Nor the warm gaze the color of most welcoming earth. The sort that sank into your bones with its comfort, and reminded you of summer days amidst rolling hills, far as the eye could see. Their mere memory, enough to still what little worries murmured about the heart.

A laugh at her joke, and a proud look in his eye as stood too ready. As any sailor should. Curious as only he could be, to that reality sparked there betwixt the two.

"I'll do my best, Miss, never ye doubt that," he answered with dip of his head. Come the new question, and he hung to each word she offered him. Careful he not miss some secret she might give him. His smile still sunshine warm, the sort that painted the tops of the clouds come the rise of the morning sun.

"Paramviiga, Miss Imani, Paramviiga Bariihok," he gave the bit more, for she was Devahni, just as he, and while he knew little of his own peoples, so far flung from the vans and the houses was he, he knew enough to know a horned folk deserved a name true, at least. "And I'd never dare to claim n'i thing that so clearly was meant to be free," he said sure again, and bowed the deeper for the truth he had spoken.
 
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