A familiar stomping sound heralded the arrival of Bonnie Lass, as the future crew of Arano Yuuki's old airship gathered for the landing at the secret island where their ship was waiting for them. The heavy footfalls were caused by a large (though not TOO much larger than a particularly tall and bulky humanoid) that looked like some manner of Shisa Lion carved entirely of emerald green and pale rose jade, it's forepaws tipped with vicious blood-red claws and it's giant mouth looking more like a glasgow smile filled with razor-sharp teeth, layers of stone-like hide rippling in a disconcerting wave as the strong creature rumbled it's pleasure at the poor weather. More important was the figure that walked beside it, a hand idly stroking the creature along one shoulder-blade that extended up at a point.<br/><br/>Bonnie Lass was a VERY notable halfling woman, possessed of earthy beauty and a fairly curvacious figure considering her small stature, barely passing three feet tall. Her heavy boots clanked in time with her Eidolon's steps, her body wrapped up in peasant-style gray and green garb, though the faint tinkling of mithral could be heard from various parts of her dress. Her freckled face had a slight scowl on it, as her truly prodigious amount of chestnut-colored hair hung wild around her body, curly and wavy in ways few people could ever hope to match.<strong>"Tch, inauspicious weather, just what we fuckin' need."</strong><br/><br/>The halfling lass had proven to have a hell of a salty mouth, and a wicked sense of humor, managing to at least possess enough sense to keep from ticking people off too much with her clever little barbs and insults. After all . . she was a pirate, once upon a time, it sort-of came with the territory. She didn't outwardly show much in the way of sorrow for the passing of the old legend, but there was a bit of a clench to her jaw when the urn of his ashes was removed and handed off to Aaron. When the unique compass was pulled out next though, her eyes widened and a wide grin split her face, as she picked up the instrument with both hands and gazed at it from various angles.<br/><br/><strong>"Ohoo . . . interesting. I'd have preferred to be the one doing the flying, but I suppose I'm better off guiding these tall fucks, considerin' my expertise in planar knowledge. Old man always was a clever jerk."</strong>Carefully balancing the sphere in one hand she moved the fingers of her other in delicate, dextrous little wiggles and patterns, whispering under her breath until her eyes had a faint sheen to them as she read into the magical auras into the compass.<strong>"Bloody amazing work, this."</strong>She grinned up at the tall spellcaster who had been named Captain, lightly punching him in the hip (though not enough to risk him dropping the urn)<strong>"Deal with it, you twat. You get to wear the biggest fuckin' had of them all! Old man must've thought you were somethin' special, eh?"</strong>