Zephyr's ill fortune continued, stuck in the rigging, he couldn't react as something slithered down his back carefully. Her tail wrapped around the man's shoulder, the fey peered at Zephyr's face. From so close, it was easy to see just how flawless and symmetrical the fae's features were. As if she was made out of soft porcelain. Sticking out a split tongue, Mirri poked the thief's nose.<span style="color: green">"No steal Parin, where did put Parin?!"</span>Apparently unaffected by the transportation, the small creature didn't even stay to listen to the likely swearing reply, instead she crawled back up. The fae pilfered through the thief's pockets, as if hunting for her foxy companion in there. With a complete disregard for the man hanging paralyzed in the air, she tossed the contents of whatever pocket she could find to the ship's deck down below.<br/><br/>Unsurprisingly, Mirri failed to conjure Parin out of Zephyr's pockets. The fae was forced to accept that even if the thief was rather good at his chosen profession, he wasn't<i>that</i>good. Slipping in Zephyr's trousers, Parin did find something else she found interesting. The fae's powerful paralyzation poison seemed to only affect muscles texture, as the thief could feel the snake-tailed faerie small hands explore his girth. She muttered something in her weird, babbly language. Her wings suddenly cut like razors as she lifted them, ruining the front of Zephyr's trousers and underwear while giving her more space to work with.<span style="color: green">"Nad bas toll, ornas"</span>The fey giggled while a strange, arousing heat began to grow unbidden in Zephyr's nether regions.<br/><br/><div style="text-align: center">***​</div><br/>As the magic spell woven by W'ineton tore the group far away from the burning brother, Parin could only muse how her strangely eventful life had taken a turn for the even stranger, and more eventful. A quiet evening seemed to be an impossibility Parin would never be able to enjoy. In the eternity that only lasted a blink, Parin was reduced to a soundlessly screaming wreck clutching her head while primeval forces tossed her around. That last image of the thief collapsing, Winnie casting, Ogun appearing and some people standing off to the side was stuck in her head for the entire duration of the trip, until sound suddenly returned in the form of wind howling past her ears.<br/><br/>There was a smack that knocked most sense out of Parin's head, disorientating her even more as she suddenly found herself floating in darkness amidst a cloak of bubbles, one of her gloves even floated by past her eyes. Parin gasped in surprise, only to have cold sea-water fill her mouth. Bad. The vulpari's adventuring instinct instantly snapped into focus. She was underwater, darkness everywhere with no air or sense of what was up or down. Others would have panicked and drowned in her situation, but for Parin it was something she had faced before. Experience took over as she gathered magic between her hands, the bubbles floating around her drawn between her palms into a larger bubble that heated up. Kept stuck in an invisible net woven by her digits, the hot air couldn't escape in any other way than to pull Parin up to the surface.<br/><br/>A gasp escaped the vulpari girl when she broke the surface of the water, struggling to keep afloat in the dark, troubled waters rolling around.<span style="color: blue">"Mirri?!" </span>She tried to call out above the noise of the crashing waves.<span style="color: blue">"Ogun? W'ineton?!"</span>She cried out with an equal lack of success. A wave briefly knocked her under water again, but as she resurfaced once more Parin spotted lights close by. She did not even have to swim over to inspect them, as the motion of the waves pushed her forward towards the only thing that wasn't dark or cold. Before long she was thrown against the wood of the ship's hull and hard. Scrambling to stay afloat, Parin waited for the next wave to throw her forward before making an attempt to cling to the hull.<br/><br/>Whispering a small spell to help her hands hold onto the slick wood, Parin clutched onto it for her dear life, pulling herself out of the water while trying to get a decent foothold.<span style="color: blue">"No!" </span>Parin cried out as her foot slipped again, sending the boot flying, just as a wave hit her, knocking her loose.<span style="color: blue">"No no no!"</span>She whispered while kicking the other boot off, sending it sinking beneath the black ocean to join her other lost footwear. Once more she repeated the trick of lunging herself forward while the wave pushed her against the hull. With her feet bare, Parin managed to get a more solid foothold on the hull. Taking slow breaths, the foxgirl slowly climbed the wet wood, dragging herself over the railing with a groan.<br/><br/>She was soaked to the bone, and though her light clothing provided much comfort in the deserts of Gha'mos, now it was reduced to wet scraps that clung so tightly to her skin that any shred of dignity was denied to her. Despite this, and shivering from the cold, Parin scrambled forward and hid behind some nets and crates laying on the ship's deck. This wouldn't be the first pirate's vessel she'd have boarded by accident, and she wasn't keen on getting a whole range of different cutlasses and half-rotten grins aimed at her throat and face. The wet fox hid carefully, looking at the ruckus on the middle deck where some shouting was happening apparently. She could see some of the others, along with a human there, but didn't see any sign of Mirri which chilled Parin more than the ruined silks clinging to her skin.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>