Athela gives her sister a reassuring smile. "Just take a deep breath, Willow. It'll be okay. And no, we probably shouldn't trust Angelica. But on the upside..." She grins. "This is the most excitement we've had in years! Way better than Mom's arranged formal banquets, right?"

Willow rolls her eyes slightly and nods. "Definitely. Even then I had a hard time getting a suitor to talk to me. Let alone dance. You on the other hand were quite the people person." Willow looks away, her ears drooping slightly, lost in some form of thought.

Athela pokes Willow, drawing her a little farther out of earshot of the others. "Bella," she says softly, the name breathed out like it might break if she says it too loudly. "I'm sorry for bringing up those memories. I was trying to make the point that there's a bright side here, okay? Let's enjoy the change of scenery and excitement while it's here, and worry about the wrong side of the law if it becomes a bigger risk."

Willow offers her sister a smile. "I know Sel. It's alright. I've moved on from those memories now. You have to know I'm going to keep an eye on our captain now though. But... I will try to enjoy our "trip". It's definitely brought out the more primal part of me, that's for sure." She rubs the back of her neck slightly with a smile.

Athela nods. "Yes, we can all be very suspicious of the captain," she agrees with a smile. "And I don't mind the more primal part of you coming out, as long as it doesn't get you killed." She gives Willow a stern look.

Willow smiles but rolls her eyes slightly. "It won't. I'll be careful. I swear." She hugs Athela with a smile before moving to sit down on the deck beside her chair.

"You better. If you die, I'm going to kill you," Athela teases, hugging her sister back and leaning back in her chair, enjoying the breeze.

Willow laughs slightly and retrieves one of her black bound books, opening it as she let's her leg rest after the injury. "I know you would. I would do the same." She reads through her  book quietly and focusedly next to Athela. 

Bea giggles lightly at Cora's antics. "A funny one you are, miss Cora. I'm likin' you more 'n more~" She smiles softly when she sees Vignette up and well, bringing herself back on her feet. "I think you almost met God, hunny. Try 'n be a little more careful next time! Almost right near gave me a heart attack... Lucky I had some healin' juice left in me or you'da been a goner for sure!" 

The blonde looks over to Cora, now holding up and spewing threats at Angelica, which were most deserved, Bea putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head in disapproval at the woman. "You had a feelin' they were after you? They most certainly were after you! And poor ol' Vignette almost died cause of it! You oughta be more truthful with your crew mates and hired help, lady. If it hadn't been for us you'd be dead in the dirt." She crossing her arms in front of her chest. "When we're done with this little stealth mission, we're gonna have a talk."

Averian raises an eyebrow at Cora's manhandling of Angelica, "Hm? So when I want answers, it's all 'read the contract' from you, but when you want answers you just go and get it, I see. Well, I'll leave you to it, wake me when it's time for this 'stealth mission.'"

As Averian turns away and heads belowdeck, a large red spot is visible on the back of his head where it was hit during the storm. A few seconds afterwards, everyone can hear a solid thud come from below, where they can find Averian facedown on the wood, snoring softly.

Athela raises an eyebrow and glances at her sister. "Help me get him to his quarters?"

Willow glances up at Athela and nods. "Of course I'll help you." She tucks her book away, moving to get up and help Athela carry Averian to his room and put him into the bed at least. As the two walk below deck alone, Willow hums in thought. "What do you think this stealth mission is? What are the consequences if we fail?" 

Athela shrugs. "Probably has us going somewhere the goblins wouldn't want us. Which means the consequences probably involve some ticked off goblins," she says dryly as she expertly maneuvers her wheelchair through the airship's narrow corridors.

Willow thinks for a second before her ears tilt curiously. "I don't speak goblin... Do you speak goblin?" She thinks for a second before muttering. "Mother forced me to study dwarvish." 

Still is shock from her near death experience, and Angelica's new twist on her ever-unraveling story, Vignette gets to her feet a little wobbly, and announces "Oi'm 'eadin' back ter bed!"  She then proceeds to follow Averian back down below, and quickly crashes in her state room.

"Yeah." Cora said to Averian, matter of factly, as he walked away. "That was in the contract, too. 'Cora does whatever the **** she wants'. You must of missed it, too. I'm kinda shocked. Usually your type know how to read."

She rolls her eyes as if thirty seconds of her life were just wasted, and turned to the "sisters". "You two, ok?"

Then she turns to Bea. "So, about that tea.." she began, implying.

(Next part coming soon.)

They ****ed.

The end.

Athela smiles at Cora. "We're just fine, thank you." She nods at her sister. "Yeah, I know Goblin. Some of us enjoyed language classes."

This new life ain't so bad at all.

Cora loved being tangled in Bea. The way she moved. The way she kissed. The way she touched her. The way she felt. The way she smelled. And Hells, the way she made Cora jerk and twitch in pleasure. The world closed in very tightly when they were together, and sometimes their room was very quiet, and other times it sounded they were moving furniture. What startled Cora before, and continued to in the dark room, was that Cora has no more physical scars on her body anymore - something she was insecure about lifetimes ago. No bruises, no stitched up wounds, just normal tan tight skin covering a very athletic physique. She liked the way Bea touched her, it drove waves of heat through her, and for once in her life, Cora took her time to know Bea very, very well, wanting to know everything that pleased her. Everything about Bea was intoxicating. Cora wanted more, and Bea fed her appetite slowly, carefully, sensually. During that night, Cora returned the favor until there were multiple moments of shaking completion. 

Nope. I could definitely get used to this.

Willow rolls her eyes playfully at Athela. "If it were a cooler language than maybe... But dwarvish? Besides... I enjoyed other things. Like cooking. And hunting. Those lessons were the best."