The events on the pirate ship had ended rather abruptly after all the pirates had been thrown to the water.   After they had recovered what they could carry from the ship, and left onto the refugee ship, she had made sure the pirate ship would sink.  Focusing a little magic in one of her more damaged arrows, and using it to light one of the sails on fire, to make sure it sank.  The pirates would not be getting out of the water if she had anything to do with it.<br/><br/>After that though she secluded herself a bit to the deck for the next few days.  Tyora loved staying outside of the cramped wood decks, feeling the wind through her hair, and the smell of the sea water in the air.  It was much better than the musty, and rotting cut wood below decks in her opinion.  The only time she could be found below decks is the few times she actually is spending time in the company of the other former captives, and the meals they had with everyone else.   Or when it got too cold on deck at night and she needed tome warmth from the rooms on the ship.<br/><br/>In the week they were on the Aviari ship, she learned at least a little about what had happened at the aviary village, even if it was by deciphering what the ashen one spoke.  Though truthfully, no one had explained it in full detail.  Just that it had been a slaughter.  But none of them had said where that strange, and very creepy high level of power came from.    Like they were hiding it.  Like that one really young human girl seemed to be hiding when she didn’t come out for a fresh bottle of alcohol, or rum, or whatever she could find.<br/><br/>Tyora had actually found Verita almost comatose level of alcohol.  It was unhealthy.  Past that once, Tyora didn’t see the girl again… but that once was enough for Urranor to feel the girls magic, and find out it wasn’t Dawn that was the source of the magic.  They seemed to be trying to hide it, and, with how Urranor had explained how it felt, that that was probably a good idea.  So Tyora stayed silent about it.<br/><br/>The days went by still, and it was about 7 days after finding herself on the ship they finally saw land again.  The dark forest that was above the mist would have been a happy sight, if not for the jagged rocks, and cliff face.  The forest was her type of home, but the rocks, not so much.  Them, combined with the mist, was a very ominous appearance.<br/><br/>She was relaxing up in the rigging, using some of the climbing ropes as a place to rest, with them wrapped around her ankle and wrist so she could feel some of the sea spray against her skin.  Wearing some new cloths that she had found on the ship.  That were not torn and blood covered of course.  It was while she was relaxing there, watching the ‘shoreline’, that Tyora noticed the human girl actually come out of hiding.  And pleasantly not falling down drunk for once.<br/><br/>Unfortunately, after hearing the girl’s words, she was not the first to speak up.  No, it was the Ramen.  Hearing his words at promising to protect her, the elf just laughed out loud.  Who would ever trust a Ramen with their life?  Unless you carried one of their blighted children, they didn’t care about you from her experience.  At least that was true of the ramen she knew of her home in Gah’Mos.  The biggest slavers on the continent from what the stories said, especially of human women.  With that laugh on the wind, Tyora released her arm and ankle from the rigging of the ship, and let herself drop to the deck, landing in a crouch.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“You can trust at least most of your companions to protect you at least.  And as long as I am on the ship, me as well.”</span>She spoke up.  It was obvious who she was mentioning as the one who she could not trust by the glare she gave the Ramen.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Though I am loath to agree with the walking corpse, he is right about your drinking.  You are too young for a human to get lost in a bottle.  I don’t know much about what happened before you saved us from the pirates, but I know becoming a comatose drunk doesn’t help.  And it doesn’t help with that dormant power you have been giving people.”</span>The last sentence she looked around to make sure neither of her own companions were around to hear it.  they were hiding that power, and at its level.  A good idea.<br/><br/><span style="color: green">“Oh, and before you ask, you can’t hide magic easily from a Psudo-dragon and their bonded.”</span>As if on que, the small serpent wound his way outside her long hair to make himself visible.  He looked at the two others from beside Tyora’s neck.  He hissed at both of them.<i> <span style="color: red">“We should leave them as soon as we can.  We survive longer if we do…”</span></i>He hissed to Tyora.<div class="messageTextEndMarker"> </div>