Meet the Sister

Another week passes by before Draven finds himself in a hallway that he had never been in before. There are only three doors in this hallway, something that he had never seen as the corridors that he was used to travelling in had several doors along the length. There is one door to the right that is plain, the door to his left is decorated with metal studs and leather, the third is in front of him and is decorated with pastel colors over the surface. Frowning thoughtfully he went to the door in front of him and is surprised to see the third sister open the door. She looks up at him and tilts her head to the side. "A greetings Draven La'Fon. What brings you to our hallway on this day?"
He blinks and coughs in his fist and blushes lightly. "Well...you see...err...I didn't mean to come to visit you, or the Captain or Adnama. It's just...I was thinking that I needed to find out where your rooms were because I have something for you all and ...I need to talk to the Captain."
The third sister nods her head and steps back into her room. "Well, if you have something to say, then you may as well come inside and speak it instead of standing in the hallway. And don't worry about finding the hallway, there are spells on the ship that allows for those who have a need that one of us can provide for, outside of sexually, to find our rooms."
Draven nods thoughtfully and enters the room, noting that the basic layout was similar to his own room. On the table there were two tea cups sitting on saucers and a variety of condiments in the middle of the table. He turns to her. "Um, were you expecting someone? Did I interrupt something important?"
The sister laughs and takes a seat, motioning for him to take the other one. "Of course not. I saw you coming and knew you wanted to talk about something that was weighing heavily on your mind. So I fixed us both some tea so that we can speak for a moment before you go on to visit my sisters." She stirs in a small amount of honey and watches as he takes a seat in front of her and fixes his tea with sugar lumps to sweeten the liquid. Waving her hand over the top of the tea to cool it, she slips the cup under her veils to sip on the beverage. "So, why is it you need to talk to all three of us?"
Draven takes his notebook and thumbs through it. He tears out a page of paper and places it on the table. When the sister looks down she is shocked to see a picture of her standing on a cliff, notes of music float around her head as the sun sets in the horizon. "This is what I wanted to give you. I ...I may have some things to do when we land in the next port and I wanted you to have something nice before I go off the ship."
The sister looks at him thoughtfully before looking down at the paper. "You are quite an accomplished artist Draven. I wish I had that type of talent as it is sometimes much more useful than singing." She looks up at him. "Since you are leaving, I suppose you should know my name."
He chuckles and scratches the back of his head. "Well, if you WANT to tell me then you can."
She continues to look at him, and when he meets her eyes he sees immense kindness within their depths. The bright blue color softens as she whispers. "My name is Violet, and your drawing will be treasured. I thank you for it."
He nods softly and then looks down at his cup. During the conversation he had finished his tea and had not noticed that several hours had passed. Sighing softly he rises to his feet and bows respectively towards Violet. "I must go and see Adnama. Though to be honest, I don't know if she will be able to see the pictures I have for her."
Violet rises as well and places a hand on his elbow, "Hold the pictures out to her and let her touch them. She can see more than those who have vision. Do not think that her disability will affect her ability to see the art work that you have for her. But she is not in her room at the moment, come back tomorrow and visit her then."
Draven nods and leaves the room. Looking at the remaining doors he goes back to his room to rest since his job in the kitchen was completed. The next day he returns to the hallway and moves to the door on his left, the one that he figures has to be Adnama's door since it is decorated as she dresses. When he knocks he hears a voice call out for him to enter. Standing at the door he speaks out, "It's...um.. it's me, Draven. Can I talk to you Adnama?"
A scoffing sound is heard from within, and as he stands there the door opens. Adnama stands in front of him, the door opened so that he can easily see within. Noticing that the room is stark in decorations, looking so bleak that it reminds him of his room before he was able to obtain books and bottles of whiskey to decorate his shelves. "So, tell me why you have chosen to come to my door?"