There's a call from the pier that the Golden Apple is moored at. A short, scrawny figure yells up, "Captain on board?"
"Aye, Discordia on deck!", calls out one of the crewmen. Dinah, herself, is just emerging from her quarters.
Random calls, "I've got permission to come board, right?"
Dinah peers over the rail, and to Random. There's a pause for consideration, before, "Aye, Permission granted!," is called out. Her voice carries quite well, without being booming.
Random comes aboard, without fanfare. He looks casually at ease, as he heads Dinah's way. A nod of greeting. "Captain." His gaze goes over her, assessingly . Probably, from its sharp contemplativeness, considering the state of her health, rather than imagining what she looks like naked.
Dinah rests one hand on her hip, casually, her own gaze raking over Random slowly. More measuring than anything. She looks the picture of health, right down to the glow of her skin. "Highness," she greets with her own nod. "What do I owe the distinct pleasure to?"
Random leans against the railing, still casual. "Just coming by." A quick grin. He is otherwise poker-faced, offering little hint as to his real purpose, so far. "Nice day, huh?"
Dinah doesn't look like she's truly buying it, but seems willing to play along. Her expression is borderline professional, even. "Yes, the weather here has been nice, as of late."
Random nods. "Guess you're staying a while, huh?" He slouches further against the rail. "Been meaning to ask you about this ambassador thing," he says. "I hear it is an elected post."( Collapse )