When Yasha launches into her own spiel about the various differences between pirate ships and the way the crews function, Arcea listens with more than passing interest, her eyes getting a faraway look in them as Yasha explains the functionalities of piratehood - and how they tended to get their loot AND dinner "Always wanted to go flying on a pirate ship. Feel the...the..." Arcea's jaw tightens, her ears flattening against the top of her head as she struggles to find the correct wording "...Electri...the...<span style="font-style: italic">Gravidan</span>." She finally says in her own tongue, working her fingers in a way that vaguely simulated gears "...thing that makes it fly." Clearly a little aggravated at her own lacking vocabulary - at least in the common tongue - Arcea settles back into listening, arms crossed over her belly.<br/><br/>When Yasha mentions the strange methodology of her people, Arcea's mood improves slightly, a tiny little grin spreading it's way across her muzzle "I'd imagine pirates don't have to fight off a half-dozen other tribes, AND try and contend with an empire encroaching on their territory, either. The Cal'Drua is not exactly the largest tribe, but our fierce reputation more than makes up for our numbers. Really, things have been mostly peaceful recently - save for the empire." She seems to take a little pride in this face, puffing up ever so slightly "But, we still maintain our villages much the same. Warriors have to travel, and being familiar with wherever they end up helps immensely. Especially if it's a village that numbers in the many-thousands. Then, there's the subchiefs who maintain their own holdings whilst directly reporting to the chief or warleader, The reason the Cal'Drua are successful is because of communication and the ability to quickly respond."<br/><br/>Casting a sidelong glance at the squirrel, Arcea adds, with more than a little mirth " Just think how fearsome it would be if we had a bunch of pirates to shuffle us around from site to site. Assuming you could keep us from wanting to plunder everything we came across and join up with the pirates. Not a bad idea, when you think about it." The thought of a bunch of 'sky barbarians' seems to cause no end of amusement to Arcea, who starts chuckling softly at the mental image.<br/><br/>Mention of the Inn draws Arcea's attention, her eyes alighting upon the building, certainly something that stood out amidst the various other mostly-drab-by-comparison buildings "Huh. That one isn't of Cal'Drua make. Wonder who's brave enough to run a place like that here. Well..." She pauses briefly, tapping a finger against her chin in thought "...Once you're established with the Cal'Drua, guess there's not much to fear. We have outside traders all the time. Just gotta follow protocol and laws of respect." Shrugging, the catgirl wraps her arms around Celrie from behind, leaning heavily against the slightly smaller elf "Hmm-hmm...I will admit, a drink sounds wonderful. Wouldn't mind a day of relaxation after yesterday's lil' battle. Still, guess it turned out well. No casualties, and we ended up making some friends. Well, potential friends. At worst, not-enemies." Placing a little kiss against Celrie's cheek, Arcea steps back away, striding past the two (though not without giving Yasha a rather hard slap on the rump with her tail) "C'mon. If you can eat someone twice your size, surely you can drink like you boast. Let's have some fun! Have a wild day before we settle into our no-doubt boring roles as...leaders, or...what-have-you. Know the first time I'm doing is whipping our sentries into shape. Half-armored ruffians..."<br/><br/>Casting a coy grin over her shoulder, Arcea breaks into a run, giggling like a girl half her age, clearly intending to be the first into the the tavern...<br/><br/><br/>((Had to type this up on my phone, so might not be super ultra good. Wanted to get it out though! ))