Impulsively Naida threw her arms around his neck, coiling herself up lithely and characteristically beside him.
Answering his question, Naida nodded, and gave him the flask.
Naida, all of the girls, were staring dazedly at Elana, dead.
It was Naida who murmured, and there was excitement and pleasure in her voice.
Nigel and Naida lingered, watching the luggage being unloaded.
A moment later, as Naida nibbled her first bite, she smiled.
Naida finally asked, ignoring Kirby in her continued excitement.
While he listened, and Naida came eagerly to his side, silence fell.
But seriously, my quarrel with Naida is one of prejudice only.
But Naida, whatever is there about this fragment of gold to startle you as it does?