In the weeks since arriving that fateful night on the ship, it had quickly become evident that the quiet Parin and mischievous Mirri, although doing better than Eira, were not in their element aboard the sea-faring vessel. While only Parin was plagued with the occasional seasickness that had her join the Dvergar woman at the railing, both suffered from extreme cabin fever, which they dealt with in extremely different ways. In the past weeks, at least four avians (And Hogar nearly once) had suffered the fey's lewd antics. Though it was doubtless more had ravaged by the fae serpent, it was a rather embarrassing thing to admit. Still, it meant that there was an ample supply of the crystallized magic that Mirri left behind as red fairy dust while empowered. Tainted by her lust magic, the dust wasn't as effective as the pure dusting that's left behind upon a pixie's demise, but there was still enough to allow Hogar to craft a few magical gems should he so desire.<br/><br/>Parin, on the other hand, lacked her true companion's carefree and lusty attitude to life. Anyone that even proposed anything of sexual nature discovered just how hard the Vulpari could blush and how quickly she could seek out privacy with Mirri's honing laughter chasing her. Instead, the fox woman split her excess of energy between trying to quiz Hogar and Eira about Dvergar culture and history and pouring over Ogun. Despite being nearly three times as big as her, Parin quickly grew accustomed to the metal giant, especially once she learned more of his peculiar nature. Often times she poured over her notes of adventures past, looking for clues she found in ancient ruins and temples about the metalman's origins and workings. Clues she happily shared with Ogun while making sure his outer shell was decent, even going as far as repainting some of the faded markings on Ogun's armor using some paint lend from the Aviari.<br/><br/>Despite the attention though, Ogun might bemoan that Parin's interest was solely academic, and given how fond the Aviari children had grown of the foxgirl and how curious they were about Ogun, the two were rarely alone when together. Likewise, Parin had only fleeting contact with Darion and Wineton. Though it first merely appeared to be the girl's shyness, Parin's continued and careful evasion of the two revealed she was aware of what had transpired that first night between the two, and more importantly, whose fault it was. Innocent as she was, she was still responsible for the impossible task of keeping Mirri reined in, and it was all too clear Parin feared some form of reprisal.<br/><br/>This evasion grew worse as the ships took to the skies. While Mirri was fully comfortable with flight, Parin was not. The Vulpari had a connection to the earth and woods similar to how the Aviari had a connection to the skies. Bereft of certain footing, hundreds of feet above the air, Parin's adventurous spirit was quite quelled. As such, Parin avoided the upper decks, afraid to glimpse nothing but sky. Unfortunately, this meant Parin couldn't keep an eye on Mirri so much, and the fey quickly discovered that her friend rather hid belowdecks than follow her outside. A fact that Mirri all too happily abused much to her glee.<br/><br/>As such it was, that when the story caught up with time Parin was once more hiding belowdecks, pouring over charcoal sketches of ancient symbols. The serpentine fey, Mirri, however was glad to be out. Buzzing about through the cold night air, leaving a trail of faerie dust as she drew streaks in the sky. Spying Winnie and Darion talking, the fey curiously flew near, spinning a few rounds around the approaching Dvergar woman while giggling, not directly interacting with the three yet.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>