<div class="floatleft">(http://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/9/94/Lili.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Lilliana McClae<br/><br/><strong>Location:</strong>Beach<br/><br/><strong>Attention:</strong>OPEN (Mentions All)<br/><br/><hr/><br/>"<em>Ya' wan' a house an' a lo' o'close friends, I love the feel o' m'back t'the wind...</em>" Contrary to her fiery appearance, Lilliana had done her best to leave the ship and it's crew untouched. She knew her presence could and would be too much for most to handle amidst such close quarters, especially when the storm had crashed down upon them, and rationing had begun. Tensions could run high, and while indisputably charming, the gypsy witch  knew that too much time around anyone, especially as buoyed and above the clouds as she, could be grating. It was her being such a people person, however, that kept her at bay. When not needed, Lilli spent all her hours people watching. Some if it was obvious, most of it was not, but whenever caught she gave her widest, sweetest smile and an artful wag of her fingers- she did this especially to the boorish and the quiet. An extrovert to the core, those would naturally be her favorite targets of study; they usually hid the best bits.<br/><br/>From the deck, to the sighting of shore, to the longboats, and now to the sand beneath her travel-beaten boots, Lilli was all smiles again, although this time it wouldn't be from being caught peeping, but from the slow, crumbling turf underfoot. The feel of it was indescribable. Incomparable really. Being jostled by the water and feeling the waves churn through the wood shielding them from certain aquatic doom was thrilling to say the least, but nothing beat solid land. The soil carried a heartbeat all it's own. Deep and resolute. Something that begged to be explored. It was what had prompted her bout of song-- something that'd started after the 'ground captain' had taken and issued charge. Beneath the threads of sunlight, her entire being seemed to come alive. Even her cheeks were flush, although one might attribute that to the briskness of her pace, it was the excitement of potential adventure making her heart beat faster.<br/><br/>"<em>... t'cage the wild would be wrong.</em>" Her song carried, albeit softly, in heavily accented, husky dulcets, along with the wind up the trail. It almost blended all their noise together; the grumbles from the Gori and the whispers of Dantius ahead of her, the silent stride of the elven, Adrian, and the excited chittering to and fro from the svelte ladies at her back, Jetta, Natalia, and the ever vigilant Valnairiel. She hadn't heard a peep from the sextant, err, cartographer, oh darn... His name. Too many names.<br/><br/>Looking down quickly, Lilli was just now remembering to check her pack and her person to make sure she had everything she needed for such a trek. Water skin, knife, knotted symbols of protection wrought from iron nails, an assortment of pouches varied in size, fabric, and shape- all bounced and clinked and peeked out from amidst the flutter of her skirts as they frothed about. She was sure everything she'd need was on her person, if not, she'd gleaned enough from those about to know what she could borrow or barter for, and from whom. Molten eyes crept up and slid past the leaders of their motley crew of hikers to the space beyond, ever curious.<br/><br/>"<em>...The time has come t'sing a travellin' song.</em>"