Athela laughs. "Dwarvish was useful for negotiations with the Mror Holds dwarves," she reminds her sister. "Although I absolutely think that Gnomish is cooler."

Willow gives Athela a smile before tilting her head slightly. "Personnellement, je préfère la langue elfique. Bien que je suppose que père et mère ne l'aient pas fait. Cependant, le gnome a toujours été votre favori personnel, n'est-ce pas?"

 She then playfully sticks her tongue out at Athela, knowing she didn't understand anything she said, and raises an eyebrow. "Like I said, If the language was interesting, I would care to pay attention." Her smile is playful as she digs back into her small pack to retrieve the book she was reading before Averian needed assistance.

Athela snorts. "You know I can't understand Elvish." She grins and suddenly switches languages herself. "Halaankti main khud ko gnomais kee bhaasha pasand karata hoon, jaisa ki aap jaanate hain. Aur yah ek raajakumaaree ke lie upayukt hai."

Translation from Gnome:

She laughs. "We should probably stop tossing languages around like candy before someone starts wondering how a couple of orphans know Gnomish and Elvish."

Willow shrugs slightly and smiles. "We're orphans. Everyone can be an orphan. A lot of people, a lot of languages. Although that would take away the credit from my teacher." She tilts her head slightly and her ears seem to twitch in thought and memory.

Athela pokes her sister. "You're not thinking about him again, are you?" she teases gently.

 Willow rolls her eyes at her sister and shrugs, her ears tilting slightly back in embarrassment. "He was a good teacher okay?! Not to mention he was kinda attractive... I can thank him for my magic and Elven. Without that, where would we be huh?" Her smile fades a little before she pushes away a deeper thought.

Athela's smile fades a bit too. "Good point. You didn't care about any of that, though...you totally just had a crush on him." She winks.

Willow's ears tilt back in embarrassment and she sulks like a little kid. "Maybe I did. Maybe I didn't. Regardless... He WAS a good teacher. He actually cared if I understood things. I swear I spent more time in his lessons than I did anywhere else." Despite her trying to remain composed, her slightly wagging tail gives away Willow's excitement as she gets lost in some memories. 

Athela laughs. "You definitely spent more time in his lessons than you did anywhere else, much to Mother's irritation."

Willow shrugs with a slight smile. "You had your lessons, I had mine. They were just different in style. Not going to lie though, I took a little pleasure in seeing mom get frustrated over me sneaking away every day. But I think I learned more there than I ever would have in your lessons." She shrugs slightly with a smile. "Après tout, je peux parler très couramment elfique grâce à lui." 

Athela smiles. "The things I learned would have been useful, had it..." She waves her hand in the general direction of the Mournland, "not happened. Not that I'm not glad you had your lessons, they've proved quite useful since."

Willow nods and looks to the book in her hand. "They have yeah. Hunting. Magic. Combat. Things that I wasn't intending on using THIS way. But this is probably better than joining the infantry. More travel as well." She glances around at the airship and the others if they are in sight. "Although I have always been more of a land person." She becomes quiet for a second before leaning in to Athela to whisper. "Did you know that there does not appear to be any rats on this ship? I'm going to go stir crazy if there's nothing to hunt on this ship. The... Bandits... Seem to help with that as well." 

When Cora would rise in the morning, Bea could be found sitting cross legged in front of her vanity, brushing her hair as classical music played softly on her record player in the background, the blonde happily humming along in a robe that was loosely hanging on her frame. When she noticed the rogue waking up, she smiled in the mirror, settled down her brush, and turned back to meet her gaze. "Good mornin', sugar, hope you slept well after all that exercise last night~"

Cora gave a mighty stretch, moaning in a very pleased manner when she finished. She was completely satisfied. She sat up and looked at Bea. "Are you kidding?" Cora said, "I haven't slept that good in a thousand years." She put on her underwear and half top and padded over to Bea, bending over to nibble on her ear playfully and just get another whiff of her perfect smelling hair. She loved her scent. It awoke something feral in Cora each time. She resisted the urge to bite her neck hard. Instead, she wrapped her arms around here and gave her an affectionate squeeze. "Well. Who knows what kind of adventure we're going to have next week. I mean, today." She turned to the record player. "Is that classical music I hear?"

She looked at Bea expectantly. Something occurred to Cora. I actually care for her. I'm asking questions about her. I'm actually interested. I feel for her. This isn't a bad thing, right? 

Athela laughs. "No rats, oh no! What will you do?" she teases Willow. "Would you like me to hide something for you to track down?"

Willows ears perk a little with interest. "Hide something? Like what?" She's trying to keep a calm composure but her tail wags slightly with interest. "Although it wont he AS fun as chasing something down." She tilts her head slightly with interest. 

Bea giggled softly at Cora's nibbling, followed by a pleased hum. They were both positively glowing due to satisfaction, and Bea hadn't felt this great in a long time, her cheeks even burning at the squeeze. Normally this would be when they would leave, but... "Why yes, yes it is." She smiles. "One of my favorite records actually. I took the ones I liked best for this little adventure we're havin'. Some to make sure I don't lose my... skill, others for pleasure. Very relaxin'." That's when she remembered something. "Actually, you were gonna tell me somethin' about yourself before we got rudely interrupted. Care to tell me now since we're alone?"

Athela grins. "I'll tell you in the morning."

Willow tilts her head curiously but nods, stretching a little. "Alright. Last ones to retire. Like usual. " She gives Athela a hug before making sure she gets to her room, returning to her own to sleep until morning. Also like usual, Willow is the last one to wake in the morning, ideally waking up to the scent of food.  

"Sure." Cora said. "Uh." She thought really hard. "There's so much to tell, I don't remember what I was specifically going to tell you. But, I can tell you that..I don't think I've ever met anyone quite like you before. Ever." She let her eyes linger a bit over Bea. She couldn't help it. Then she remembered. "Most of my life is a blur of memories I can barely recall. I actually remember..dying. And then I was awake again. In a place I've never been or seen before. Then, I was brought here. What i'm trying to say is that.. I'm not..from here. If that makes sense? I've heard this place..this..planet..is called Eberron. This is not my home."

"You ever sleep and have a dream and wake up? And try and remember that dream? But you can't? You try and recall what you dreamed, but..it's gone? Just snippets, fuzzy and hazy? That's my life. I have this..feeling..inside me, that i'm old, very old. But I don't FEEL old. At ALL. Like..my soul is old."

"I think some higher power of some sort..I know it sounds weird..perhaps..is giving me a second chance. Why? I have no idea. But here I am. I know nothing of this world."