Celris was entranced by all the action around her. The laborers, the beautifully crafted ships bobbing in their docks, the crude setting, all made for a topic of interest. Something to be thoroughly examined before she moved on to the next.<br/>It slowly registered in her senses, perhaps aided by the disturbance of Alune around her, a soft, muted, but steady clicking. She spun on her heel and almost smashed into Osbourne, his figure obscured by Black's cloak. The empty yellow 'eyes' stared at her, Celris growled, "What do you want? Geez! How can something so noisy sneak up on me like that?"<br/>"...Perhaps you were simply caught up in your own imaginings to notice me. I doubt your LowerBreed senses, used to picking up on the living, would be very used to my presence."<br/>Celris snorted and searched for Black, moving towards him swiftly, Osbourne in tow. "Quit it with the LowerBreed thing, will you? It doesn't help your situation, infuriating Black."<br/><br/>Osbourne considered this in silence. The Feral did not pursue an answer.<br/>Ah, Black, the leader. The one who said his magic could quickly return his armor to twisted scrap. It's odd, Osbourne had expected the healing effect to wear off the farther he'd gotten from the caster, but he flew as far as he could while keeping them in sight, and felt nothing. Perhaps this magic worked another way...he felt slight exasperation at his lack of knowledge, but quickly filed the information away for later reference.<br/>"LowerBreed Feral, what interest do you take in observing others in such a way?"<br/>Celris growled again as she caught sight of the ship Black was standing by, "Look, Osbourne, the LowerBreed business is getting annoying. Call me Celris, or Feral, at the very least."<br/>She stopped next to Black and ignored the HighBreed. "Black, what's the plan?"