Misha kept staring between Sana and the sunset as Carrhae slept and drooled down her thigh. Misha could feel it dribbling down, but did nothing, as not to wake the captain. Finally, she asked a question she wanted to since they met.

"How you do dat?" Misha inquired. "Change..colors?"

Sana shrugs, glancing at her shimmering skin. "I...can't exactly explain it," she says thoughtfully. "It's just something I can do. I...visualize the changes, or sometimes it happens without me consciously doing something, like just now." She lifts a hand, which pauses its spectrum of colors and turns the color of ebony for a moment before going back to flickering through a sunset. "Never met any other changelings I knew about, so I don't know any specifics or if there's a reason we can change like this, but it's a gift." She grins and shrugs again. "Only things I know about my kind are what the crew of my last ship was able to tell me."

Misha stared at Sana with childlike wonder. Back on Acheron, there were no changelings. She was quiet for a long moment, staring at her, and then asked something, perhaps taking a risk. "What..do you really look like, then? Do you..hef a natural form?"

Sana nods. "I do!" She smiles, all the color draining from her skin and hair until it's the color of paper. Her hair turns into a feathery cloud around her head as her pupils grow until her eyes are solid black. Sana gives Misha a wide smile. "When I'm not trying to alter my appearance or particularly emotional, this is what I naturally look like."

Misha had no words. Sana was beautiful, and unlike anything Misha had ever seen before. She stared at her unashamed, her eyes looking over her face, her eyes, and her hair. 

Sana smiles, blushing a bit. "Um...yeah." She shrugs. "It's just...something I can do. Like elves can see in the dark, or Sloop has claws."

Wolf, who has been quiet as long as the doctor is around, snuck out of the dining area a while ago and has made his way back to his little workshop area. It is there that he has continued his little passion project. It's still in the beginning but using grape juice and the peelings of oranges he is hoping to fermet and create a little citrisey white wine. His Dad has taught him a little when it comes to brewing but most of it hasn't really sunk in yet. So Wolf is just hoping this works and the others don't notice and try and dump it out. 

"Sorry," Misha apologized to Sana, "I do not..eh..how do you say.." she struggled for the words, "..get out much? Father no let Misha play much outside?"

Sana laughs briefly. "I'm not sure that's quite the term, but I get the idea. You didn't leave Acheron much?"

Misha sighed, and looked back to the horizon. "No." she admitted. "I spent about first twenty years of life training. Exercising. Fighting. Only about five years ago was granted access to outer and eener planes. My homeworld has very few luxuries. Ees very deefrent than here. Since being able to do meesions on other worlds, ees first time experiencing many things for Misha. I have been to thees world two times. Thees meesion is now my third."

Sana nods. "I grew up on a ship," she tells Misha, smiling as she remembers her home. "So I saw a lot of places, but never for more than a few days, a few weeks at most. I always liked hearing the stories though. Not that I'd give up sailing for anything."

Misha smiled at Sana and continued to admire her as she spoke. There was much she wanted to tell her, much she wanted to tell her about herself as well. She liked this one, wanted to know more about her. But, something she promised earlier pressed on her mind. After a few moments, she carefully, leaned Carrhae in a more comfortable position and got up, but not before giving Sana a kiss on the cheek. "Thank you for teaching me how to play cards. I'd love to learn more about you soon. You are very unique, and I find you special. But, I just remembered something Kali wanted to show me. Please, excuse me." 

Misha walked over to Kali's quarters and gently knocked on the door. "Kali?" she said softly. "Ees Misha."

"No, it's just a pie recipe. Go back to sleep." Carrhae groans, speaking in a drunken dream to someone who isn't there. Misha's gentle re-positioning has done nothing to rouse the Paladin from her slumber.

Sana blushes again as Misha kisses her cheek, then glances down at the sleeping Carrhae as Misha heads for Kali's quarters. "Hmm...let's get you to your quarters, Captain," she says with a small smile. "You're pretty out of it." She carefully lifts her fellow paladin to bring to the captain's quarters.

Athletics: 8

She's able to support Carrhae all the way to the captain's rooms, carefully setting her on the bed as she glances curiously around the room.

The first thing that Sana, or anyone else who entered Carrhae's room would notice is a suit of gold armor with red trim and on the breastplate is an emblem of Sune surrounded by little bells. Hanging over the armor is a bronze shield with a rose design in the middle. From the way they shine, it is obvious that Carrhae took great care in polishing her gear and keeping it clean. Next to Carrhae's bed on the left is a mirror with a small basket that contains make-up, a pumice stone, a comb, and a nail file. On the right are a number of weights and a rolled up mat. At the foot of her bed is a locked chest. Across from that is a wardrobe containing a number of garments designed to show off Carrhae's finer features when she isn't wearing armor. At the corner of the room is a small altar dedicated to Sune. Overall, a look at Carrhae's room grants the impression that she really works hard to making herself something that Sune (and others) would find beautiful.

Once Kali dropped the suitcase on the round table in her room she searched her room for her trusty pipe and was quick to light up what ever remaining strand of drug was left in there. She sat back in the wooden chair and let the drug do its job in calming her nerves, feeling her body slowly grow more and more relaxed when she inhaled and exhaled. Her eye was trained on the case before her, a sneer making itself prominent on her face now.

"Those two may last you up until Midsummer... You need to learn how to control yourself, though, Kali," The doctors voice echoed in the back of her mind. "Unless you want history to repeat itself."

That last sentence bothered her to no end causing her to slam a fist down on the table in anger, rattling the oil lantern that kept the room decently well lit. What the **** does she know? She questioned inwardly, dropping her hat on the floor and running a hand through her hair. She knows ****in' everything.

The pirate had sat in silence for what seemed to feel like forever, shedding off her coat eventually to hang it on the wall, followed by her eyepatch on the shelf next to it and then she just... Stood there, her mind going some place else until she heard the knock on the door. Misha's voice broke through the haze in her head, the pirate taking a deep breath before moving herself to open the door, a bit of smoke escaping through the entrance. "Yes?"

Sana gives the shrine a brief, respectful nod, then smiles at Carrhae's dozing form. "You know, the more I see of you, the more I like you," she murmurs. She elects to respect Carrhae's privacy and doesn't touch the chest or open anything that's closed.

Misha startled as Kali opened the door - she wasn't wearing her eye patch.

"Oh!" She tried to recover. Somewhat..successfully. "Uh! I see, you uh..I mean..eye couldn't..Hhh..I thought that..maybe you'd, ah, wanna see if..Bane, smite me. Can I come in?"

Kali blinked slowly as Misha stumbled over her words. You're doing great sweetie, she thought casually, ignoring the eye comment for now to answer her question after mulling over it a moment. "I guess."

She swings the door open and ushers Misha inside before any more smoke could escape into the night air. As far as the paladin could tell from the last time she visited Kali's room, it definitely looked more lived in. With the low lighting of the oil lantern, the red-head could spot that her bed was now lined in silk and littered with exotic looking pillows of differing shapes, shades and colors (primarily reds and purples with pinks and oranges scattered about), a large tapestry (with an image of an elephant? Maybe?) was hung off to the side, looking as if she had unhooked it from its place, it would cover the bed and give Kali some privacy if she so needed it. On the wall to her right was the first mates red coat, right beside it on a shelf was her eyepatch, except if her eyes wandered, she'd notice more than the one patch there, along with a medium sized jar of green. On the table directly across the door sat the briefcase the hybrid had walked on the ship with and behind the chair where Kali had settled into now was her hat, discarded and forgotten.

"I'm lettin' you in here in the hopes you're not lookin' to wrestle me," Kali mentions as she picks up her pipe again. "Today's been a long day for ol' Kali. What do you want, little red?"

Misha chuckled, walking in. "No, chernika, I am not here to wrestle you."

She took a moment and stood still for a moment, doing nothing but moving her hear and looking around. She took her time, and her eyes went over everything in her room. The jar. The eye patches. The pillows and sheets. And the briefcase.

"Was hoping would be een mood to teach Misha how to do that theeng you do, the.." she tried to find the words, "..the uh, smoking? Eef not. Ees ok, eef tired, I can come back tomorrow."