<b>"Winnie...lass...what happened?"</b><br/><br/><b>"Winnie...lass...what happened?" </b><br/><br/>They had almost run out of supplies the day Hogar had finally finished rebuilding the ships into blimps. It took Winnie, and all the others that were able to cast magic besides for flying to make the blimps go up in the air. But the joy and the feeling of accomplishment was amidst everyone who had willingly helped the old Dvergar build this enormous feat of engineering in the middle of the sea.<br/><br/>At first it had been a strange sight to see an enormous metal giant, operated by hogar, and one sentient one, walk around on the wooden ships, accompanied by the creaking of wood everywhere he went. But after a few days, and even weeks, everyone had gotten used to it. The female, Iolara was forced to stay indoors when the sun was up, suffering great headaches of the flickering of light every-time she passed a window, or when uv would sneak in between the creaks of the wood. It wasn't until Winnie cast a spell on her own private hut that she finally found the rest she needed during the day.<br/><br/>Zephyr did not seem to live up to the horrible expectations everyone had for him, instead he was helping along everywhere he could after he found out about the plan of flying their way to the elven village they needed to go. He had never been to Meanwor, but had shared a bed or two with a few elven beauty's from the foreign place in the middle of the desert. It wasn't a secret that Maenwor was only accessible to those who had been personally invited by the inhabitants, something that made Winnie very uneasy at times. How in the suns name was she supposed to smuggle in two enormous blimps filled with Aviari people?<br/><br/>And how were they going to cross the desert without being seen? Even though they were not officially setting foot on land, she doubted the Demon would care about living up to his promises. She pretty much doubted him on everything he had said, which resulted in locking away the device in a magically sealed box. Even though Darion had suggested to throw it away more then once, there was something about the idea of being able to contact Dementia that made Winnie keep it. There was a reason the device worked bot ways, and she was sure as hell not going to do anything drastic when her own ways would work as well. As for the demon being able to find out where they were, she had come up with a pretty straightforward answer. The residue of her magical protal had pretty much gave away the exact location of her whereabouts, she could not think of anything else being able to tell where she was. Not after she had thoroughly searched everyone from Hunth for tracking devices.<br/><br/>Yes, even Zephyr had been searched, under loud protests and death threats to Winnie's address she had been able to conclude that he as well was safe from tracking.<br/><br/>Winnie was standing on the front of the blimp, outside of the confinements created for those who did not like to be locked up together with the birds that couldn't fly in small spaces under deck. She could see several of her people flying about the enormous hot air balloons, checking for mistakes or tears in the magical fabric. None of them seemed to look concerned, and all looked to be having a great time spreading their wings for a change. Even Winnie could not help but smile at the wonderful prospect of finally having some good luck on this voyage.  Her feathers had shed after the fire as well, and the new soft looking replacements had already broken through, causing the middle-aged sorceress to look almost like a young bird again. Her soft turquoise feathers colouring beautifully with the pale- white simple frock she was wearing.<br/><br/>She had not been wearing any of her accustomed ancient human burlesque dresses any more, instead she wore something modest and similar to what her people would wear in freezing condition. A plain white dress, tight around her waist and poofy around her shoulders to give her enough freedom to spread her winged arms whenever she choose to. She had to admit, she had not felt this happy in her life in a very long time. Even though she was afraid to lose it all again, she even feared she would lose it very soon as well..<br/><br/>It was at that last thought that she could hear something approaching her from behind, to which she turned her head to smile and greet whoever was coming her way to talk to her.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>