Sleep wrapped it's thick claws around Parin, hugging her tight as she surrendered herself to the sensation of weightlessness and darkness. It had been a long day for the small woman, Hunth hadn't been easy for her to navigate with it's tall and coarse crowds, and while amidst the debacle in the brothel she hadn't really done much, the weight of the events that transpired still dragged her down. So deep and lost in sleep Parin was that she failed to wake upon the young Aviari toying with her ears and tail. Only the slow rise and fall of her chest betraying that it was mere sleep that had robbed her from awareness, not a more lasting and permanent rest.<br/><br/>The Vulpari seemed at peace as Ogun picked her up, her tail slipping off her frame. No doubt a blessing, considering what the group had witnessed back in Hunth. Parin did not wake when Ogun wrapped her in the blanket, nor did she wake when he handed her over to the Aviari to be carried beneath the deck, and given a mostly comfortable spot to sleep in the crowded hold.<br/><br/>Elsewhere inside the ship, Mirri rubbed her hands conspiringly together. Licking her lips with her split tongue in anticipation of the fun that was to come. The fun birdlady and Mr barechest were talking, a lot, Mirri had lost track what about. They were saying too much to make sense in her opinion. That wasn't a problem though, Mirri knew exactly the way to solve this talk-too-much conon... cunundru... problem. While her forest kin manipulated the very forest around them to trap and drain their prey, such rich fonts of life had never been available to the desert-dwelling fae. Air and sand were the two things her home ran out of, air and sand was what she knew how to bend to her will. Due to the lack of heaps and heaps of sand however, Mirri was left with just air.<br/><br/>Not that was a problem, sure, she could pin Darion and Winnie down to feast, but she expected them to willingly give her what she wanted anyway. Perching herself up high on her tail, Mirri stretched her arms wide, breathing in and out slowly as the air grew thicker and hotter. The room's temperature slowly rising, making clothes uncomfortable to wear in the damp heat that snuck up on the two. But that wasn't the only trick up Mirri's sleeve, oh no, the fae grinned to herself. That was just the part that happened before eating. Breakfast? Yeah, breakfast, that was it. This was just the breakfast.<br/><br/>Reaching to her groin, Mirri carefully split the scale section covering her thin slit open, exposing her dainty little nethers to the open air. Murring to herself, Mirri traced her fingers up and down her sex, rubbing against her little button while weaving her arousal into a spell with the other hand. Spreading a thin, hard to spot pinkish mist around the captain's cabin. The snake-tailed fey was unable to suppress a misschievious giggle while conjuring up the lust-inducing mist that would set Darion and Winnie's lusts aflame with need the longer they breathed it. Oh, Mirri was going to<i>enjoy</i>this!<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>