Twilah had took flight earlier that morning. Setting her sights once again on the large old ship she had code named “Rusty Noms”. Rusty because the old ship had no doubt seen the effects of age and corrosion. Noms because the ships cargo hold made for a wonderful buffet. Often she had fluttered from the forest to the ship and secretly stolen more then a good share of the crews meals to ensure she had food for the next few weeks. It had been a monthly event to visit the harbor for a little game of sneak and grab.<br/><br/>There was another attraction Twilah had loved about that harbor, the people! Not the actual people themselves but their pasts. Twilah loved listening in as fathers comforted sons and daughters, telling them stories of past comforts and joy in attempt to ease their fears and tension. Twilah couldn’t help but wonder about their each of their histories. What had led them to such a place? Why did so many flock to the harbor daily? Where they going to steal any of her food? Would there be waffles?<br/><br/>In the recent years the forest had seemed to dry up with its number of old and ruined technology that Twilah could get her hands on. It had been at least six months since her last discovery. Her daily fun being limited to little more then teasing bugs or rodents of unusual size with the possible chance of devouring her before she flew off and made fun of them or shaking her little butt to music. She wanted more, wanted to explore new lands and study the forgotten history of the world. She had isolated herself for too long in a single location.<br/><br/>“You hear that world!” Twilah said as she stood on a tree branch, announcing her intentions to no one but the surrounding trees. “It is time for this pixie to have her own little adventure! Full of danger, love and WAFFLES!” She shouted at the top of her lungs before breaching the forest line to the harbor and fluttering above its walls. Upon landing she takes her tiny ipod out of its pack and strings the headphones to her ears. Twilah fancied nothing among her collect of old age goodies more then her ipod.<br/><br/>Sitting and listening to her music Twilah couldn’t help but notice the masses surrounding in wait. Noting the very large dog creature that seemed to have an arsenal large enough to wage a small war. The large wolf and her little traveling companion. Twilah hated wolves! They were cunning and sharp. One of the few species she didn’t dare try to tease with her little almost eaten games. The last that caught her eye was the cute tiefling and her suspicious looking cat. Still, Twilah had made no attempt to speak to anyone. She was adept at isolation and enjoyed it.<br/><br/>With Rusty Noms coming into view Twilah couldn’t help but feel a bit of excitement. This time she wasn’t boarding the rusty boat to steal something. This time she was boarding it to see where it took her! What adventures lay in wait. With her little wings flapping furiously Twilah took flight towards the front of the ship and landed upon the railings. Turning around she watched the masses board and scatter as they looked for a suitable location to relax for the trip.<br/><br/>Quickly getting bored with the less then interesting spectacle Twilah reaches down and turns the volume up on her ipod. Within a few seconds time the little pixie can be seen singing and dancing upon the rail. Shaking her tush from side to side in a rhythmic fashion Twilah completely forgets there is others present. Her time spent in isolation doing little for caring to cover up her more embarrassing little escapades. Her adorable little squeaky voice piping up through the gloom and tension. “I’ll get him hot! Show him what I got! Can’t read my, can’t read my, pokerrrrrr face!” Each step Twilah takes along the rail is followed by a large shaking of her hips. Surprisingly the little pixie had a seductive sway of her hips. "She's got to love nobody! ma ma ma ma!"<br/><br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">Performance(dance) (1d20 + 13): 12 + 13 = 25</div></div></div><br/><br/>(version of poker face pixie is singing)<br/><div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9u2HsIaDg5s</div></div></div>