Winnie mulled over the words of the departing of her late nemesis and actually turned away to to think about it whilst Darion continued talking. Upon hearing his words about Maenwor she looked quite sullen when she answered.<br/><br/><b>''You have not been to Gha'mos before have you? Half the continent is a desert, and the other half stone cold rocks and mountains. It's a barren land divided by a thin strip of forest there and about. Wherever you would dock, you would find hardship and tough travels, with no rivers to navigate on. We can survive though, most of us can fly at night when the air is cool and the stars will guide us to our destination. During the days we ought to find shelter underground, but with some magic and the help of our strong we can dig ourselves into a safety. As for food, it is scarce, and not for the delicate diet of these people. They will need to learn how to eat meat, or gnaw on roots that are hardly found. We can make it to Maenwor in two weeks, perhaps one if we travel fast enough. But if we don't go for Maenwor, it's the slave-trading cities of the Ramen you will encounter. They are the ones to avoid at all costs.'</b>'<br/><br/>Winnie kept herself quiet, and listened with an interest that was difficult to feign. She literally hung on the mans lips when he told her about the prophecies of the young girl and his own life. It was most interesting that they had found each other on the open sea, and very unsettling at the same time. It almost seemed like faith had put them together, a chain of events that would lead to something greater. A shiver ran over Winnie's spine, thinking it was off the humble feeling she was getting, but realized it was a drop of sweat rolling down her back of the sudden increase of heat. The woman merely unclasped her bodice and put it aside her, ruffling up her feathers as she huffed of the warmth that was overtaking them both bit by bit. It was when the man offered her a drink she finally broke out a smile so sincere, it made the Aviari almost ten years younger in her appearance. A mischievous glint in her eyes flickered up, where before had only been a cold icy stare.<br/><br/><b>''Oh yes.. A drink, now we are talking! I'm so glad you have something to drink the sorrows of a long night away, sir Darion. It almost makes me regret my behaviour of before...''</b>Winnie did not sounded completely sincere, but it was not a mocking either. She playfully jested with the man, almost confused about the sudden change in her own behaviour. When he talked about the increasing warmth however, she looked over her shoulder again, trying to spot the light from before but saw nothing to confirm her suspicions. Instead she smiled at Darion, and answered him as she took the cup of rum from his hands to drink it empty in one go.<br/><b><br/>
''Yes, yes very warm indeed... Must be a warm front on the sea, or a sign to an upcoming storm if we are very unlucky. I sure hope not...''</b><div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>