It had been a long night, to say the least, and the Captain could not be more overjoyed to see the rising of the morning sun. Yet again caught in the cross fire of friend and perhaps foe alike, the woman found herself heading off to coax the Viper up and out of the inn at the early hours before she could bask in the glorious rays of sunrise. When she went to wake the other- much to her surprise, the Lethel had taken off, more than likely back to the city of the Sin’dorei.
At the break of morning, she stood outside the door, fingertips curled around the qualm of her addiction. After a slow exhale of smoke, the bright gaze of the Captain turned towards the portals of Dalaran. Void of her usual armor and protection, she stood in silken black dress, formal for even the seafarer.
When fate finally allowed the woman a peace of mind, she started to recollect the events of the previous eve. The Viper had been caught in a sticky situation, even for her tastes. It had taken every shred of Nightwind’s will not to shred the Lady’s being where she stood as she had the audacity to insult the former assassin.
The Maneater had helped her save the day, once again, always ready to back the Captain up. Her respect alone for the Pirate Lord was unexpected, Night usually having to go through some trials and tribulations to earn another’s ounce of trust. There had been some difficulty lately of clearing her mind of the other woman’s sass and underlying suggestions, the Maneater was temptation at it’s finest.
Needless to say, the Captain was having difficulty in saying no.
@nambra