As Pash'nar took both her hands in his, Sariana pursed her lips petulantly and glanced at their feet as they moved.
"Of course not." She said softly, feeling the flush of color on her cheeks. How was she supposed to know anything about where a sailor slept on his boat? Lifting her gaze again, the woman followed his steps, ducking where he ducked and swaying unsteadily. The wind blew again with torturous fingers, chilling skin where water clung and causing the brunette to shiver again. Sariana listened to the wind, she understood some of what it whispered to her most of the time. But currently, it just froze her.
As the sailor opened the almost invisible door to his home, the young brunette was thrown into complete darkness, her hand thankfully grasping the handrail as Pash'nar disappeared from her side.
"Motion sickness? Curious...and rather horrible sounding." She said in the dark, blue eyes wide as they tried to pick up the ethaefal's movements. There were sounds, thumps, clunks and a rather colorful string of curses. Sariana smiled to herself, but held her tongue. Finally, there was a tiny glow, which slowly grew as Pash'nar lit a small glass lantern. Blinking to adjust her eyes to the dim orange light, the woman was caught by the sight. He slowly became illuminated, skin picking up the highlights of the small fire, glass trinkets clinking softly in sea-foam hair and catching the light. Surrounded by the old wood of the boat and various maps, charts and decorations.
Making her way down the stairs, the drykas looked around the room as he lit another lantern, noticing the furniture attached to the walls. She moved to one of the windows, intrigued by the sight of the ocean through the glass, looking up at the moon as it hovered above them. Turning around, Sariana gasped as the lamplight reached the ceiling. Walking out to the middle of the room, she lifted her hand to brush it against the amazingly intricate artwork, sapphire eyes drinking in the details. It was vaguely familiar, something to do with sailing and the stars...but if you asked her to read anything from it, you would be sorely disappointed. Lowering her eyes and her hand, she took in the rest of the living area. A kitchen and shelves, all strangely small for such a statuesque creature, and a dark hallway. Off at the very far end, a curtain hid something more private. His sleeping area...maybe? All in all, it was a surprisingly good set up. A pavilion of sorts, on the water. She smiled at the idea, noticing the rocking of the ship eased somewhat being lower in the vessel.
Facing the ethaefal, she shook her head and rubbed her arms, trying her best not to shudder again.
"That's okay, its much warmer down here an-" He had already disappeared behind the curtain to find her something dry. Pressing her lips together, Sariana walked through the room whilst she waited, picking up one of the charts and examining it. The symbols and lines made no sense to her, and with care she put it back down. Drawn by one of the curious nautical decorations on the shelf, she moved to it. Picking up the item, the woman turned it this way and that. It looked like a box of some kind, carved with incredible patience and detail. She turned it again, making a sound of disgust as the top fell off and onto the floor. It rolled against the side of the room. Putting the main part of the box back on the shelf, she bent down to pick up the lid.
"So, that's it… Now you've seen m'boat."
Standing quickly, the drykas knocked her head on the corner of the shelf. Swearing, she put her hand on the back of her head and placed the lid back on the box. Looking up at the ethaefal with a guilty smile, her eyes wandered to the towel so casually wrapped around pale hips, dangerously low and precarious in its positioning. He had changed...into a towel. Nothing more. It wasn't as though this was the first time she had seen a man in a towel, or even this man in a towel. It was just...
It was just that strange feeling that surged through her every time she looked at him.
Moving towards the man, she took the blanket gratefully and wrapped it around her - dress and all. There was a moment of hesitation, as she wondered whether it would be better to strip down before wrapping up, but then she pulled the blanket tight about her shoulders. The ethaefal hadn't invited her to his boat to get naked, he had invited her because the drykas had suggested that he show her his boat.
Still...the thought lingered.
Standing awkwardly beside Pash'nar, Sariana hummed with delight as the blanket trapped her body heat and began to warm her cooled skin, not missing the cheek in his grin. It infected her, and she couldn't help but give him a coy smile.
"Am I your first?" Chuckling, she sighed with content.
"It's so much warmer in here. And cozy. You've collected a lot of...things. Nice things." Looking up, she let her gaze wander over the ceiling again.
"What is the drawing on the ceiling?" The woman asked with curiosity, interested in the intricate designs. They reminded her of tattoos, important symbols carved into wood instead of flesh.