In her life leading up to this point, Parin had beheld strange and glorious things. She had simultaneously felt wonder and fear in ancient ruins which had a majesty and danger about them that the Vulpari could never put to words. She'd seen the sun rise over a land that had missed it's presence for half a turn of the years. Wonders and mystery, and yet despite it all the metal giant's outburst left her speechless, able only to listen as Ogun ranted and voiced his despair. Truly, nothing could have prepare her for this tin man with all the intensity of a mountain. The foxgirl did have the presence of mind to quickly swipe most of her notes and scrolls from the table as Ogun's fist pounded into the floor.<br/><br/>Trying her best to retain her composure in the face of the man whose emotions exploded out of him with the might of a vulcano, Parin still had her hands too full of scrolls to cover her ears as that buzzing sob send a sharp flash of pain through her mind. No one else on the ships had hearing anywhere as sensitive as hers, and with how much it proven to be a curse rather than a gift Parin longed for company who understood why metal suddenly hitting metal hard was so aggravating.<br/><br/>Panting and keeping her distance, Parin waited for Ogun to calm down and finish his outburst. Cowering slightly as the fist pulling free from the floor send a shower of splintered wood her way. Carefully dropping her scrolls and notes back on the table, and brushing the splinters from her hair the Vulpari carefully approached the blue-glowing steel mountain.<span style="color: blue">"Shhhhhh, it's alright. It's okay..."</span>Parin held up her hands as she approached warily, stepping around the new hole in the floor.<span style="color: blue">"People say hurtful things when angry. Things they don't always mean. Zephyr went through a lot, and was probably really high-strung that night."</span>Braving her fear, Parin reached out to grasp the construct's large hands, and gently guide them away from his face, offering him a gentle smile.<span style="color: blue"> "Never be afraid to tell me what you feel, I will never judge another harshly."</span><br/><br/>She kept smiling, hoping to at least calm him down enough for him not to sob again.<span style="color: blue">"And well..." </span>Parin rubbed at her cheeks which suddenly glowed softly with a blush.<span style="color: blue">"About the you-know-what thing, It's flattering but I'm really not... Ummm... I mean I don't..."</span>She awkwardly stumbled over her words, clearly not much more comfortable on the subject as sex as the metal giant.<span style="color: blue">"It's just, ummm... I'm n-not Mirri. Y'know. When it comes to s-stuff like <i>that</i>. I mean, I haven't actually ever <i>been</i> with someone. C-can't count tending to Mirri, she needs it a-after all so... ummm..."</span>Failing to form a really cohesive sentence, and only succeeding in making her blush worse, Parin concedes with a sigh.<span style="color: blue">"J-just.... take no heed to what Zephyr said. He probably didn't mean it?" </span>The Vulpari offers a meek smile to Ogun.<br/><br/><br/>----------------------<br/><br/>Mirri, much like cats, had a particular affinity of going where she's not allowed and rubbing herself against people who can't stand her, though with less allergy-inducing malice. So the fey refused to let herself be discouraged from landing on Eira's shoulder by the Dvergar's swatting hand. Her snake-tail providing her a solid spot on the woman's shoulder while she pretended to listen to Eira's tale. By the time W'ineton accepted the Dvergar warrior's deal however the fae had long lost interest in the conversation. More interested in whispering things in Eira's ear that would've been able to make a mountain blush if the Dvergar woman could understand the creature's guttural goblin tongue. Though Eira might grasp at the gist of it's meaning, especially when the snake-tailed pixie giggled when Darion growled in it's direction.<br/><br/>At the stranger's arrival, Mirri took the skies again, briefly buzzing past Darion but not doing more than taunting the warrior with a with of Faerie dust twinkling in the air before him while Mirri landed on W'ineton's shoulder, attracted by the woman's use of magic. Her tail wrapped around the Aviari's arm while the fey watched the newcomer curiously. Mirri's interest in Esserae and her wolf pet didn't last long, as her misschievious gaze returned to eying Eira.<span style="color: green">"Yes! Eat now!"</span>She reminded the group.<span style="color: green">"Noru ket dannik! Dindin! foods! Fetch fair maidens and lutes!"</span><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>