Trixcillia sat up on her pillow and raised her arms above her head before rubbing the sleep from her eyes, things were especially noisy outside all of a sudden. And inside, for that matter! Human music was being pumped through her quarters via the speaker near the door, no doubt the ship's silly AI was up to mischief again. It was funny, if the Dryadi had been left alone with the computer woman for even just one day she was certain they'd have found a way to either kill each other or else fuck to exhaustion, but the rest of the crew acted as a buffer between them; Evy had easier targets to annoy and Trix had a handful of aliens to study from afar. The only real problem she'd had was that her own prankful nature had been curtailed, she couldn't get up to anything too fun without someone misattributing it to the AI instead of her! What was the point in making a joke when the credit went to another?<br/><br/>The diminutive, fey woman fluttered up into the air, insect-like wings an orange blur as they supported her miniscule weight, sounding more like a gentle click-clacking than the buzz they'd make if she really got moving at a quick pace. Her room was sparse, she hadn't bothered to decorate or bring much with her on the journey, all of her interests lay outside on this strange arboreal planet ripe for investigation. It was especially pointless to her to try and make the place her own, everything was human sized, a dreadful waste of space, she could have easily stored a lifetime's worth of possessions in just one corner. All of her outfits fit on one drawer of the dresser, neatly laid out side by side like a patchwork floor, she'd also needed to keep the thing open so that she could dip in and out of it, since wrestling with it every day was far too much trouble.<br/><br/>Today was extra special, she'd finally get to start exploring the planet, that meant some proper interaction with the aliens for perhaps the first time since she'd gotten onboard the ship. Travel in a space vessel was the absolute<i>worst</i>, she'd spent a great deal of time sleeping through it, so the others surely thought she was some kind of anti-social recluse at this point. All the easier to turn their heads and practice the ancient Dryadian art of seduction with a sexy dress! A dark green one which contrasted sharply with her alabaster skin and complimented the bright red-orange of her hair. It was backless of course, she abhorred any outfit which interfered with her wings, a circlet of material around her neck kept the bodice from falling down, with a window cut out of the front to show off the valley between her pert breasts. The skirt portion would be considered scandalously short by any of the races who had inexplicable problems with nudity, humans chiefly among them, reaching down barely far enough to obscure her sex, while the gentle light emanating from the hair between her legs gave her an underglow effect. Colour matching shoulder length gloves and a pair of thigh high stockings which left a small, tantalizing patch of bare leg between them and the hem of her skirt completed the look. While she knew the value of clothing as a means to get attention, the purpose of underwear still managed to elude Trix completely. Coupled with her tendency to keep in-flight at all times, it certainly gave those who wished it an ample view of her tiny rear in an ensemble such as this.<br/><br/>After inspecting her appearance in the full length mirror, which was easily five times larger than it needed to be, Trix gave her reflection a satisfied smirk and fluttered out into the hallway. Her long, pointed ears led her easily to the highest concentration of people and the smells wafting through the air gave her a good idea of what to expect before she laid her orange eyes upon the messhall. She hadn't paid much attention to the scents when they'd filled her bedroom, her hunger was for knowledge and exploration, how could any of them waste their time on yet another breakfast? It was bad enough they'd had to wait this long to finally get out into the wilds.<br/><br/>"<span style="color: #ff8000">Hurry up and eat already,</span>" she shouted to the room at large, stamping one foot in the air, her arms crossed over her chest and a stern expression on her face. "<span style="color: #ff8000">Haven't you all been cooped up in this ship for long enough? I know I have! If you're so interested in food then go out and find something edible on this planet instead.</span>"<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>