Application: Rihana Sayar of Tradewinds:Legends

[trader_sayar]

((If you don't know the Tradewinds games, they're frightfully addictive. I enjoyed playing Rihana so much that I thought I'd app her here. She's from Tradewinds: Legends by Sandlot Games

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[lemondrop_party]

"Pardon me, young lady, but I have never harassed a potted plant," said a certain old wizard, kindly but firmly.

[trader_sayar]

"Are you Albus Dumbledore, then?" Rihana was frankly surprised that the subject of that question didn't look like Nandi Patel. Her instincts for dealing with sultans kicked in. "I apologize, then. Given the limited information available, my thoughts immediately went to my dear, late husband's old drinking buddy. I can see that you, sir, would do no such thing."

[lemondrop_party]

"I am Albus Dumbledore," confirmed the very wizard, "and I have ever been more prone to indulge in sweets than in spirits. Would you care for a sherbet lemon?"

[trader_sayar]

Sweets were a language Rihana definitely spoke. Good thing she had such an active life; otherwise, her girlish figure would've long since gone to pot.

"I'd love one," she said, having no idea what a sherbet lemon was, but more than willing to give it a try. "Is there anything I can tempt you with?" She indicated her crates.

[scouts_dishonor]

"Are we talkin' about flying freakin' carpets here?" The idea of Scout on anything faster than two legs was kind of scary.

[trader_sayar]

"Yes. Flying 'freakin'' carpets." This fellow was very odd. But if he needed to be bribed, he needed to be bribed. Rihana had done stranger things in her life.

[entilzha_delenn]

"Entil'zha veni, Captain." Delenn bowed. "May I ask from whom you acquired your rank? You do not appear to be in military service?"

[trader_sayar]

The woman's appearance is startling to Rihana. She must be some sort of djinn half-breed, she thought. But she was being polite, and her clothes were lovely, so Rihana shook off her shock and bowed in return.

"I'm a merchant captain," she said. "I command my own fleet of trading ships. As for whom I inherited it from, I suppose that would be my late husband, Bashir."

[entilzha_delenn]

"Ahh, I see. And this is one of your vessels? It's quite lovely, I've never seen its like. The ships where I am from are not so - ornamented, though perhaps they should be. Beauty is as useful in its way as a good rudder or compass, I think." Delenn smiled.

"In what goods do you and your fleet trade?"

[trader_sayar]

Rihana was swiftly warming up to this woman. Really, the, erm, gills? around her head weren't that distracting, and she obviously appreciated a good ship when she saw one

[pixie_jenks]

Jenks spent most of his time indoors or lurking in one of the greenhouses as the temperature began to drop outside. Pixies tended to hibernate during the winter if they couldn't find a warm place to live for the colder months, and in Scotland, that could mean he'd be out most of the damn year! He passed the sorting room, looking to convince some house elves to move his stump indoors when he saw Rihana's application.

"So that's your ship? Nice!" He zipped around her head like a demented little moth, his wings clattering. "Got any exotic honey or sugar in there?"
Shameless, really.

[trader_sayar]

Rihana very nearly batted him out of the air before she caught herself. Must be some sort of djinn, she thought.

"Ah, honey?" Well, a bribe was a bribe, after all, and she kept a few pots of honey on board for her personal use. She liked her tea sweet enough to attract bees. "As a matter of fact, I do have a pot of honey from Mahil Hai I could spare. I could--um, would you mind, uh, staying in one place for a few seconds?" She was getting dizzy.

[pixie_jenks]

"Sorry," he said, moving to hover just in front of her. If it had been Rache or anyone else, he simply would have landed on an earring to finish their conversation.

"Not like I eat that much of it, but a little would be pretty tasty right about now. Keeps you warm and all that."
And gets him totally loaded.

[trader_sayar]

"Aaaall right, then." It was a very odd day Rihana was having. The magic merchant had warned her it would be strange, but really, this was pressing the issue. "If one of those little helpers--ah, hello. I need a pot of honey from my cabin. Could you--oh!" The house elf disappeared with a pop before Rihana finished her sentence. A moment later, it was back with an unopened pot of honey in hand. "Thank you." The house elf scurried off, basking in the glow of a job well done.

Rihana turned back to the pixie. "All right, I believe this constitutes a bribe. May I have a vote?"

[gutentaghopclop]

A crazy man wearing butter-soaked liederhosen burst into the room. He spotted Rihana.

"Excooze, pretty lady, but haf you seen Vinston? He iss vhite pigeon, und he is lost. Vissout him, I am alone in zhe vorld!" He blinked back tears, chin wibbling.

[trader_sayar]

Franz was the strangest thing to happen to Rihana on a very strange day. "Ah, can't say I have."

[gutentaghopclop]

Franz would have torn out of there immediately, but the crate holding Rihana's rugs rattled. "Vhat is zhat? Haff you got Vinston in zhere?!" Furious, he ran for the crate. Which was, of course, closed.

It took Franz a moment to remember he had a wand and knew how to use it. He pulled it out of his liederhosen and pointed it at the crate. "Openen zie up!" The crate, not feeling up to challenging an angry German on pseudo-Latin spells, obliged. A rug flew out.

[trader_sayar]

"Hey!" Rihana ran after the crazy man. If he got grease on her rugs, it was going to be scimitar time. "Careful! Flying carpets are very fragile, emotionally. If you get stains on them, they'll hide and refuse to fly." She gathered herself. "You can have one if you vote for me, but you'll need to clean up before it'll fly you anywhere."