<b>Meanwhile below deck</b><br/><br/><br/>A small lithe figure danced around in the shadows, watching the muscled man as closely as she could. She had been lurking about in the hold for several days already, and has seen him do various things none of her tribe members coudl understand. All that she gathered from his work was that he made it all work without magic. Which to her, seemed like a certain strange magic in itself. She was amazed at how he had been able to put those enormous ships up into the air, calling them 'blimps' now as massive machines worked day and night to pump hot air in the big balloons. Like all the others she had joined the cheer and excitement of being able to fly so high in the sky as well, but her curiousity about this man kept her pulling towards the hold once more.<br/><br/>Hiding behind a massive pole that kept the hull up, she peered around the corner to look at Hogar's back. Her bright white feathers were very obvious to see, if one would look at her in the dark, but she was sneaky enough to keep herself to the shadows. If in fact she was in time to hide when he would look his way. So far she thought he had never noticed her, which left her in the position to be able to watch his work closely.<br/><br/>Oh how she wished she knew how he was able to make things fly. She would love to have a flying house, high up in the sky where nobody could find her. That would be her biggest dream, perhaps some little land and a farm that floated with it, so she could provide herself with food and everything. No one would be able to set it on fire, as no one would ever find were she lived. Her bright icy blue eyes glowered full of hope in the darkness, a smile perched upon her full pink lips that adorned her youthful face.<br/><br/>She leaned a little backwards and wondered at what the Dvergar was doing now, not realising that there was a chest of tools before her feet. She wasn't in time to hide properly when she ducked back away in the corner of the hull when the entire chest of loud banging metal tools clamoured over the wooden floor when she knocked it all over in her sillyness. Cursing to herself she wondered if she could make it in time to fly out of the door, realizing she was at the other end of the room to reach it. Perhaps he wouldn't notice?<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>