The thought of sparring with Rannon, in play or not, brought a flush to Feri's cheeks and a strange warmth to the rest of her body. She almost didn't hear the rest of his conversation about his brothers as her imagination ran wild. She had noticed the way his body had moved on the battle-field, and even in the most deadly, sickening of situations that the Darkspawn brought forth, she had noticed his form. He was so tall and powerful, his movements brutal and merciless, and yet, there remained a dancer's touch about him. The way he wielded his sword, the almost effortless way he pushed his opponents to the ground, and the ever-stoic intensity in his steel eyes. Feri could rightly imagine herself in the place of his foe during a sparring session; grappling with Rannon as they both strove to win, emotions running high despite the harmless nature of their contest. The thought of that situation - the context and the proximity that Feri would have with him - was a certainly provocative (And distracting) one.

Without her knowing, Feri had settled into a relaxed position - arms propped up on the table and hands cupping her chin and keeping her head aloft, an almost dreamy smile resting on her face. Upon realising Rannon had stopped talking, Feri snapped out of her daydream, though she noticed that she'd been doing that a lot lately around him. 

"Two brothers? Lucky guy. Though I guess being the oldest of three has it's downsides too. There was a family in Lothering where the eldest was always chasing after their younger sister and brother. Pretty sure the girl was a mage though, so life was always a bit more hectic for them." Feri replied with a light laugh, and then continued talking. Whether Rannon was done speaking because of the subject or... another reason, she didn't mind. The only complaints her mother had had about Feri when the pair had made it to dry land was that she talked and day-dreamed too much. It turned out you could get away with both of those traits aboard a pirate ship when your Father was Captain, but not so much in a quaint village mostly filled with suspicious Ferelden farmers. In short, Feri could talk endlessly, and it was quite refreshing to hear someone was willing to listen rather than being told to shut it.

"Over the years at sea, it wasn't very often that I met someone who was around my age. As a child it didn't bother me so much, because I had my mother, the very unwilling cats, and usually most of the sailors who would play with me when they had the time. A lot of them had children back at wherever their spouses lived on dry land, so I think they enjoyed spending time with a kid when they couldn't see their own. But... when I turned into a teenager, things became far less comfortable." Her pose shifted so that her arms were resting lightly on the tabletop, left hand playing with a woven leather bracelet on her right wrist as a fond smile appeared on her face. Although having moved, Feri remained leaning into the table, so that her face remained only a few inches from Rannon's.

"Most of the crew were strapping, young men at this point. Still several years older than me, but by the time I'd reached 16, I was the same age as the wenches they chased after in every dock we stopped at. Probably fearing the wrath of the Captain, they'd avoid me like the plague. I must admit, I wasn't making things easy what with being at that time in my life - I'd find myself giving lingering looks at the more attractive of the men as they worked on the deck, and I was losing my childish looks more and more as the days went by. At the time, I was irritated at how much they skirted around me. In hindsight, they were being extremely sensible." Feri laughed quietly, shaking her head at her own childish silliness. Although she had looked more womanly at that age, she still had the naive mind of a child. 

"But the first man I met that really paid attention to me took my breath away. Keep in mind that it doesn't take much to take an idiotic teenage girl's breath away, especially under the circumstances. It was a reunion, of sorts. Some of the more respectable pirate Captains are friendly with one another, and it's commonplace for them to meet up every couple of years or so. The crews all mingle, the Captains swap war stories, drink to fallen comrades, that kind of thing. There's usually music and dancing, plenty of food, and of course, alcohol. The man in question was one of these Captains. Unusually young, as he'd taken up his father's mantle after his untimely death a few months prior to the reunion. The crew seemed to love him though, so he was the perfect candidate. Made it all the more flattering when he paid special attention to me during that time. Maker, it didn't take much to impress me back then." Feri's laugh was a bit louder this time; this story was one she had told a fair few friends as it usually garnered a couple of laughs, but it suddenly occurred to her that perhaps Rannon didn't want to be hearing about this story. Or would he? She wasn't sure. It felt different, somehow. Not because they hadn't been friends for long, but because she felt that Rannon could be made uncomfortable about hearing her past crushes, rather than just laughing along with her like comrades in the past had. Feri wondered if she had better change the subject, but part of her reasoned that the end of her story would be a comfort to Rannon... if he was feeling what she thought he was feeling, anyway.

"This guy was older than me, though still at an approachable age. An attractive, powerful Captain all interested in the pretty young daughter of Captain Ianto Kobald? Of course, I was overwhelmed. But the thing is, he was an utter bastard. It wasn't obvious at first, especially not to the naive little thing I was back then, but underneath all that charisma and charm, he had some pretty skewed morals. Ones that I didn't exactly approve of." Feri's head dipped forwards slightly towards Rannon, the nearby fires casting shadows across her face and making her green eyes glint all the more brightly in the reflection of the flames. The lighting was making fine work of Rannon's profile too; highlighting his strong features, deepening his scars, and illuminating his grey eyes so that they looked like steel in a forge. It was certainly a face one could easily get lost in, even when one was busy thinking about past flings.

"I suppose the morale of my story is to not give in to emotions so easily. I was lucky I had some wits about me, enough so that I could realise I couldn't have a happy future with this man. After that close call, I dealt with my lack of age-similar comrades much more readily." As she said this, her gaze left his and met with the table, her forefinger idly tracing the scratches on the scarred, wooden surface. "To this day, he's been the second most captivating man I've ever met." Feri's eyes flicked back to Rannon, a knowing smile on her face. "Though nowhere near the kindest."

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